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Images on the television flickered, and the Djaqen watched the reflections in Kodak's eyes. Kody stared, rapt. Munching popcorn and watching Jay Baruchel on the screen, fighting with transforming alien robots.
"You're missing it," Kody said, his eyes flickering briefly to Jack.
"I think the real show's right here, on your face," Jack said, tweaking Kody's nose. His boyfriend just scrunched his nose and kept watching the movie.
The Djaqen and Kodak were taking a break from godhood, living as a human couple. It helped break up the routine of lives that were so long. Jack and Kody lived in Montreal, and among other things, watched a lot of Jay Baruchel movies. Many of them were not very good, but Kodak especially was smitten.
"It's cute how much you like him," Jack said, cuddling up on the couch and wrapping his arms around Kody. He tucked his head under Kody's arm.
"Just look at him," Kody said through a mouthful of popcorn. "He's so charming. And hot."
"Yeah," Jack agreed. He slipped his hand up under Kody's shirt and started tracing his abs with the tip of his finger. "Do you want to meet him?"
"Huh?" Kody tucked his chin into his chest and looked down. Jack turned his face up.
"We should try to meet him. Jay Baruchel," Jack suggested. "He's from Montreal. It shouldn't be too hard to find out when he's back in town, and where he hangs out. Wouldn't you like to be his friend?"
"Jay Baruchel's friend..." Kody's eyes widened and he looked back at the screen. Jay was sweaty and dirty. All in a day's work for the star of a Michael Bay movie. "You really think I could be?"
"Why not?" Jack said. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Kody's sweats, and lifted out his soft cock. He let the elastic band hold it in place, the head resting on Kody's belly. Jack gave it a brief lick. "Wouldn't hurt to try. He might like us."
"Yeah, lets do that," Kodak answered, then furrowed his brow. "Hey, I'm watching a movie."
"So, watch," Jack said, giving Kody's head another lick. Then he winked up at his boyfriend. "I won't be offended if you think about Jay."
Kody grunted, and Jack sucked his cock. Kody came to cinematic explosions and a score by Steve Jablonsky.
It was a couple of months before Jay Baruchel was back in Montreal. Social media made it easy to find out which clubs he favored. Kody and Jack got dressed up for a night out. Jack was in the bathroom putting on makeup when Kody walked in. Jack looked him up and down. He was wearing a black short-sleeved button down shirt that showed off his arms, and that nice pair of jeans that made his ass look great. Jack nodded appreciatively.
Jack himself was into an androgynous look these days. Just a little eyeliner and shadow today, and a bit of lip gloss. His hair was still pretty boyish. His top was colorful and short, showing off his navel when he moved his arms. And he wore jeans that did favors for his ass, too.
"I'm ready," Jack said.
"You look good," Kody replied.
"You too, babe," Jack kissed his cheek and took his hand, leading him into the bedroom. "Which shoes, do you think?" Kody picked Jack's shoes, and they went out to the street and hailed a taxi.
Once in the club, it wasn't hard to find Jay Baruchel and his friends. Jack and Kody decided not to just go up to him like the fans that they were. Play it cooler than that. Don't be pushy. Instead they waited for Jay to go onto the dance floor with a couple of girls, and they decided to get noticed.
The pair of gods in disguise danced. They pulled out all of the stops, moving their bodies to the beat and working up a sweat. A little sexy, and a lot flashy, they gathered a cheering audience before too long. And there in the front was Jay and his friends. They made eye contact with him. He was smiling, and clapping. Phase one accomplished.
"He saw us," Kody shouted into Jack's ear, on their way off the dance floor.
"I know!" Jack shouted back. "We were hot!"
"He looks pretty hot, too!" Kody exclaimed. "Doesn't he dance cute? That thing he does with his arms!"
"Yeah, I know!" Jack laughed. He ordered a drink and sipped it, handing Kody his. When Jay and the girls got back to their table, Jack ordered three drinks and had them sent over. The waitress pointed back to them, and Jay looked their way. They waved like a couple of dorks, and Jay tipped them a little salute and mouthed "thank you".
They went home without trying to say "hi" yet. Back at the apartment, Kody fucked Jack standing at the stove, while Jack made omelets. Then Jack fucked Kody in the shower. It was Friday night. Well, Saturday morning now. They'd go to the club again tonight. Maybe Jay would be back.
Being human was kind of new to Kodak. Sure, he had his humanoid body that was technically on the same level as mortals, but that body was not normal, it was specially designed and more a divine avatar than a mortal organism. This wasn’t like that, this wasn’t his divine avatar. He was human, and so was the Djaqen. Kodak had no powers, Jack had no powers, they were mortal and they had lived mortal lives from birth til the present and they were going to live these lives until their mortal death, upon which they would ascend back to divinity. The only cheat they had allowed themselves was their memories and knowledge, and even that was limited to what the human brain could process at any given time. They had to limit themselves to four languages, a remarkable talent but a pittance compared to what they once had. Kodak had picked English, German, Quebecois, and Spanish, although his Spanish was somewhat broken and he had trouble with remembering the proper genders of many German words. Jack had stuck with the two languages of Canada to have a better grasp of both, compared to Kodak’s tenuous grasp on two and okay handle on the other two. Limited to human capabilities, Kodak’s desire to show off led to eating up a lot of processing power and left him with diagnosed attention deficit disorder and Aspergers, as well as moderate memory problems and a wonky sleep schedule.
Becoming romantic partners with Jack was interesting, considering they were strictly platonic but sexual friends as gods, but neither of them saw it as something to be upset about considering their humanity making things entirely different. Kodak’s infatuation with Jay Baruchel, however, was entirely unexpected, and Kodak felt a little bashful about it while Jack found it incessantly adorable and endearing.
The success of the first night was exhilarating, and the sex sprinkled throughout the following day was especially passionate. They had slept well and were fully energized for the night at the club they were currently preparing for. Kodak chose a fashionable enough pair of pre-torn jeans he bought from that one zoo’s website that had their tigers and bears play with jeans to sell online for zoo funds, along with a mesh shirt that hid nothing because fuck it he wanted to look good. Jack had chosen a tight fitting crop top, a short skirt, and some leggings, because he wanted to look pretty but with a dash of promiscuous. He went light on the makeup again, just some spackle and lipstick and eyeliner and a bit of eye shadow to make his eyes pop.
They got to the club kind of early, barely half past midnight, and although they weren’t entirely expecting Jay to show up again he actually did, although not for over an hour after the incognito gods did. Kodak and Jack had danced themselves tired and retired to the bar to get a drink and regenerate some energy when Jay came in. Jack saw him first, and he waved at the star from the bar. Kodak glanced up at his boyfriend curiously before following Jack’s line of sight to see Jay waving back, alone tonight, and oh sweet god Jay was walking over to them. Kodak was immediately glad he was wearing denim because holy hell he was hard right now. He knew he should have jacked off before they left to ease some tension.
"He's coming over!" Kody excitedly jiggled Jack's arm.
"I see him. Be cool, baby!" Jack laughed. He held Kody down on his stool to stop him from getting up and intercepting the celebrity. Jack just kept eye contact and waited for Jay to get close enough to speak.
"Hi! My name's Jay!" he said. Jay put his hand out to Jack, first. Jack tipped his wrist overhand, in a way that encouraged the take Jack's knuckles to his lips instead of clasp and shake. Which he did, barely faltering.
"We recognize you, sweetie!" Jack nodded. "My name's Jack. This is Kody," he said, inclining his head to his boyfriend. Now Kody stood up and stuck his hand out sideways, and Jay shook it. Kody looked at is palm after Jay let go. Then he sat back down and nervously rubbed his palm up his stubbly chin, and gripped the back of his neck.
"It's never safe to assume," Jay said. Jack tilted his head and tipped his glass in agreement, then took a sip. The bartender approached. "Jack and Coke," Jay ordered. Then he took the stool to the side of Jack. "I recognize you guys, too. I mean, I remember you. Tearing up the dance floor, last night. You're really good."
"Thanks!" Jack smiled, "We've seen all your movies. You're really good."
"All of them huh?" Jay chuckled. "Yikes." His drink arrived, and he sipped. "Out under the floor lights, did I see ultraviolet tattoos? Going up your neck, and down your arm?"
"Yeah!" Jack exclaimed, and he leaned forward and put his hand on Jay's knee, pulling with his other hand at the neck of his top. "There's a combination of UV ink and blue ink, so half of them show without black light. See? Tentacles. There's an octopus on my back, and the tentacles go up my neck, down my arm, and around my ribs."
"Cool," Jay said, and his fingertips grazed Jack's neck, where he was showing him. Jack tipped a wink at Kody, who was wearing a crooked smile.
"I've got wings," Kody announced, standing and spinning around, pulling the mesh shirt over his head and showing Jay his naked back. Black wings were inked into his shoulder blades, and down the backs of his arms, to the elbows. When he held his arms out, his wings spread. He grinned back over his shoulder, until he saw Jay nodding.
"That's really nice, man!" Jay smiled and nodded back at him. Jay shared a glance with Jack, and Jack saw a fond amusement in his eyes. He returned it, along with a little shrug. "I've got a few tats."
"You have a maple leaf on your chest!" Kody beamed, turning and sitting back on the edge of his stool. His muscles bunched and he wrung his shirt, the flimsy mesh disappearing in his hand. There was a pause, and Jack squeezed Kody's thigh, calming. Kody smirked and dropped the shirt back over his head.
"You really have seen all of my movies," Jay muttered sportingly.
"I can see two more on your arm," Jack pointed. "What's that say?"
"It's says Rodell," Jay replied, holding out his right forearm to show the letters there. "It's my mother's maiden name. She's got seven brothers and sisters, but most are women. It's a tribute, because it looks like my granddad's name won't carry past this generation."
"I think that's the best reason I ever heard, for a tattoo," Kody chimed in.
"Very sweet," Jack agreed.
"Thanks," Jay said, pulling up his sleeve to show his upper arm. "Up here is a Celtic cross. Also a family thing."
"To family," Jack toasted, and the trio clinked glasses.
"You two aren't family, though," Jay ventured.
"No, no," Jack smiled, squeezing Kody's arm. "Well, found family. We've been together going on ten years now. Kody's my boyfriend."
"And you're his?" Jay trailed off.
"His boyfriend," Jack smiled wide and arched an eyebrow, impressed. "I'm a guy. Regular old guy, just with a dash of Venus in my veins. Thank you for asking."
"Sorry," Jay blushed.
"No, really!" Jack insisted. "Thank you. My pronouns are 'he'. Everybody ought to be asked, if you want my opinion."
Jay and Kody got to talking about video games, and Jack leaned back and watched them. They laughed a lot, and it made Jack happy. Jay bought a round. Jack and Kody bought another. It was an hour before Jay's friends showed up, a group of three guys this time. Jay invited the couple to stay with them all night. His friends were cool.
When Jack and Kody got back to their apartment, they were pretty drunk. They were kissing before they stumbled through the door. Kody picked Jack up and carried him to the bedroom, breaking a lamp along the way. He tossed Jack on the bed and pushed his skirt up around his waist. The underwear Kody removed with his teeth, and then he began to suck Jack's cock. He slurped and grunted while Jack squirmed under him, tangling the sheets. Kody drew out and swallowed Jack's load, then he laid on his back beside him. Jack opened Kody’s pants and pulled his briefs down below his balls.
Jack worked Kody's cock with his hands, so he could make listening noises and short comments while Kody babbled, telling Jack everything that he and Jay had talked about. Jack was there for most of it, but he was happy to humor his boyfriend's excitement. Kody's narration grew more breathy, panting until he came on his belly and up his chest.
Jack lapped at the semen on Kody's skin, interrupting his chatter with gifts of cummy kisses. Jack turned out the light and cuddled up to Kodak until he fell asleep mid-sentence. Jack drew a blanket over them and dropped off, too.
But first, he checked to make sure the alarm was off on his phone. Before he set it down on the night stand, he couldn't resist a quick look to confirm that Jay's number was saved in the contacts list.
It was funny, the way Kodak had named himself. In his head, he called himself Kodak, because that was the name he used as a god. But when he was born into his current human life, his parents named him George, and he inherited the surname Eastman. As a young child, he called himself Kodak, but as he grew older he came to terms with the fact that calling yourself a name shared with an iconic globally recognized camera company led to too much confusion and he picked the name Kody. Adorable, similar, and it sounded like a normal name. He was Kody, not Kodak, but he still always used the old name in his own head for some reason.
As a human, Kodak’s dreams were finally normal. Well, normal enough. His dreams were always bizarre, and surreal, a mix match of memories and experiences so thoroughly blended that they were entirely unique worlds and stories unrecognizable from the source of their components. As a cake was not eggs flour and water, so too were Kodak’s dreams not the memories they drew from. Perhaps he would have dreamt of Jay, or Jack, or both of them, if his dreams were truly normal. Instead, he dreamt of a surreal dream life where he was a prince of a far off land, and the person he was dreaming as was definitely not himself. Someone else, whose life he dreamed and whose existence he forgot almost immediately upon waking up with his limbs curled protectively around his slumbering boyfriend.
“Hnnnnngh,” Kodak groaned with his eyes already closed again. He hated waking up. So, so very much. Kodak clumsily lifted his right hand from where it had been clasping Jack’s shoulder and scratched his nose, unintentionally scraping himself painfully and not even feeling it because he was still so out of it. “Jack… Nnggh, baby please let me go back to sleep.”
Jack had woken up as soon as Kody had started squirming on top of him and playfully booped his boyfriend on the nose. “Kody you know I’m not gonna let you do that. You put me in charge of your sleep schedule for a reason, remember?” When Kodak just gazed groggily at him Jack spoke a little louder. “Remember?”
“Hhhnnn… Yeah, yeah, I remember,” Kodak said as he slowly but steadily shifted his body to get off of Jack. “I can’t regulate my sleep schedule naturally so you make sure I stay awake when I wake up instead of falling back asleep immediately and just drifting in and out through most of the day, because without your help I slip into some kind of jacked up thirty six hour cycle of bullshit.” Kodak, now more awake, rolled over onto his side to face Jack. “Thank you, baby. Not just for helping me with my sleep, either.”
Jack, having already started getting out of bed, turned to face Kody again. “Oh? What else did you want to thank me for?” he asked with a sly little smile.
“Heh,” Kodak huffed out with a grateful smirk. “I think you know. But I’ll spell it out just in case; thank you for helping me with Jay. I really wanna be his friend, get to know him, just. Just be in his life and have him in mine, I admire and adore him so much and you’re so supportive and helpful. And I’m so damn awkward, I get flustered around him so badly, I can’t keep my dick under control and I can’t think right and if you hadn’t been there I would have driven him off with my awkward, forceful, overly sexual stuttering advances. I mean, I’ll get over it eventually I’m sure, but. There has to be time for me to do so and without your help that’s not gonna happen.”
Kodak was downright blushing by the time he finished talking, and had been intentionally maintaining eye contact with Jack throughout because he understood that made it more meaningful to Jack even though Kodak’s own instincts were yelling at him to stop. And because Jack knew that about him, of course he did they communicated so well, it made it mean that much more.
“Awww, sweetie,” Jack said with a light blush of his own, “it’s the least I can do. I mean it, too. It’s adorable how much you like him, and seeing you get flustered plus seeing you so damn happy and pleased afterwards is more than worth what little energy it costs to help.” Jack then scooted back onto the bed a bit and leaned down to press a kiss to Kody’s forehead. “I’m gonna go get dressed, I’ll be back soon to check on you and wake you up again if I have to.” With that, Jack scooted off the bed and into their walk in closet. Really it was more of an old side room they used as a closet, part of the building’s original layout that had been altered over several remodels over the many years since its construction.
Kodak was fully awake, though, and he had two things that he needed, and wanted, to do before he started the day. First of all was his incredibly awake morning wood, and second of all was his need to properly thank his supportive and caring boyfriend. Thankfully the two issues were easily solved at the same time, in part due to the fact that Kodak slept in his boxers and in part due to the fact that by the time he got out of bed and walked into the walk in closet Jack had just gotten nude in the process of changing all his clothes.
Kodak knocked on the wall to get Jack’s attention before he started stepping out of his boxers, his hard and dripping cock bending down under the waist band before popping free and slapping wetly against his abdomen on the up-swing. “I wanted to thank you properly, baby.”