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Suddenly Naked

The Suddenly Naked Meme

- Post with your characters either blank or with a starter, go tag around as well
- Either your character, the other, or even both are suddenly naked. Clothing just gone.
-Could be a sudden vanishing, massive wardrobe malfunction, or whatever reason you like.
- Play it for embarrassment, awkwardness, or sexiness. Just have fun.

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(ooc | img here: https://pasteboard.co/jIcEhG0JOtJ7.jpg )

[During a fight, after a fight, no fight. Hallway, midday, magic way.

However you wanna do it.]

(OoC: Magical girl wardrobe malfunction?)

[Jaime is probably the suddenly naked one, as his sentient super-suit burns off all his clothes every time he suits up. (Open to anything, though!)]

Ever since they'd started talking about drinking the other night, Dick had actually been looking forward to their meet up. It wasn't often that he got to hang out with someone he didn't have to hide his identity from. He wasn't actually sure if Jamie knew who he was beyond Dick Grayson, but given that his intel was pretty clear and that their circles probably crossed in the data banks at STAR, there were always possibilities.

What he didn't realize was that Jamie would be making the flight to his house in a most unconventional manner, nor did he realize that it would be happening earlier than he thought. Usually he met up for drinks in the late evening, after going out. Dick had barely gotten out of the shower when the door to his apartment started making loud noises at him. He hit the security system,and turned it off when he realized there was Jamie outside.

What really had him rushing to the door was the fact that Jamie was naked... Dick had a towel around his waist at least, but he didn't want to leave the other out for reporter fuel.

"Jamie. What the fuck. Get your gorgeous ass in here. Damn. I knew we were gonna party, but I didn't expect it to be a naked party so soon."

He teased and laughed, because if not for humor there would be awkward, and Dick was far better with humor.

Edited 2024-01-09 20:25 (UTC)

Jaime scrambles in as soon as Dick opens the door, a bright red flush spilling from his face to his shoulders and chest, hands cupped in front of himself to cover up the best that he can. The giant, alien beetle that's burrowed grotesquely into his back is on full display, bright blue light flickering along the strange material of the carapace and down the protruding dots that trail along his spine under it.

Dick taking this well is a massive relief, of course, but Jaime still blurts out in a rush: "Oh my god, I am so sorry!" He'd been all set to show up like a normal person on a bus, at a normal hour, and get a normal amount of drinks (and body shots if he's lucky) with his new... coworker? What do you call fellow heroes? But Dick knows better than anyone how no reasonable plan lasts through any outing when you put on colorful costumes and fight as a hobby. About a third of the way through the trip he'd needed to jump off the bus and suit up (RIP to the most flattering outfit he owned), so he flew the rest of the way and then... well, the scarab decided since he was done with combat he didn't need it anymore, except he was still on the street outside Dick's apartment. "Khaji thinks she's so funny and—"

Whoa. Whoa. Okay, he's not the only naked one here, hang on while his brain catches up and then screeches to a halt again, because damp Dick Grayson in a towel. For an alien artificial intelligence, Khaji Da sounds suspiciously smug in his head when she primly informs him about the fact that if he's not careful he's going to have a very inconvenient blood-flow situation in a few seconds. "Oh, wow." Sorry, Dick. Give him a second. (Also did he just get called gorgeous? He just got called gorgeous.) He can't fight a dopey grin for long. "Hi. I swear I can explain." A beat. "Uh, I don't suppose you've got an extra pair of pants?"

It really is too bad that Dick isn't afforded the luxury of hearing the symbiotic voice that shares Jamie's head. He would get a serious kick out of Khaji Da's slightly off kilter sense of humor, that's probably mainly pulled from Jamie in the first place given how connected the two are. Not that he's privy to quite that amount of information yet. Although, the vigilante did do a deep dive on the man he invited over, and was really impressed by the skills that he possessed through this magical device that had invaded Jamie's body (at least that's how Dick would term Kaji for now. It's the easiest way for his brain to process it without more information).

Having dealt with his own bit of magic, ending up naked along side a pool of life-giving waters after his death, Dick was pretty forgiving of nudity. Not to mention that one of his younger Titans ended up naked all the time after he switched back from animal form. He hadn't seen Gar for a while, but it was pretty much the same concept. Gar was a lot younger, and Dick wouldn't have had naked drinks with him-- but Jamie. Well. After he let the other male in, he took his time casting his dark eyes from top to bottom and very slowly back up again.

Wetting his lips, he chuckled softly. "It's alright man. There's no worries. I always keep clean clothes for when Gar had to switch forms. He'd always end up naked too. Though, I gotta say, I really thought you were just overly excited to do some body shots." Dick knew that Jamie's clothes burned off, of course he knew, but his own body curled in attraction to the other man in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. Mostly Dick was experienced with woman, but he'd had a few dalliances with men.

"This way..." Dick moved through his apartment toward the bedroom where he dropped his towel without hesitance and turned around. He wasn't too ashamed of the way his body stood in partial arousal as he moved to pull out a couple pair of sweatpants, and some t-shirts. "I hope you don't mind if I stay casual as well. It's more comfortable this way."

Okay, Khaji is forgiven.

And Jaime is definitely having that inconvenient blood-flow situation right about now, but at least he's not alone. He takes the clothes after Dick pulls them out, feeling somehow both set on fire by the slow look and subsequent towel dropping, and endeared by Dick's commitment to making the whole situation painless even though he definitely doesn't have to. This is a lot to spring on the guy and Jaime knows it.

"I'm not not excited to do some body shots," he admits instead of playing it cool, because he's always been a bit too earnest for his own good, though for a long moment while they're both still undressed he very, very strongly considers suggesting they just skip the drinks portion entirely. But he didn't show up here just because he's horny: drinks with Dick seemed like a good opportunity to get to know him and Jaime still wants to do that. Maybe even more now than he did at the start of the day, which is saying something.

He's not a Titan himself, and he's not exactly looking to join any teams, but while his family is incredibly supportive (and way more cutthroat than he is, honestly), he's so eager to talk to other people who know what it feels like to do what they do. The thrill of it, and the terror too, and the impossible pressure not to fuck up so complete strangers don't get hurt or die.

So he (a touch regretfully) tugs on the sweats before he can totally give in to his thirst, swearing to himself that he'll at least finish one drink before he tries to jump Dick's bones, and he manages to flash a cheeky grin before tugging the t-shirt over his head. "I'd feel way weirder if you dressed up, after this." For a moment, the shirt gets stuck on his scarab, and he tries to tug it into place in a less undignified way than he's done everything else since arriving. As to whether or not he succeeds... well, it's a little hard to be any kind of suave with tented pants, but that's neither here nor there. "You really are unflappable, huh? How do you do it?"

Everything that Dick says about Gar is true, and it's not like Gar didn't have one hell of a body on him either. Dick knew he was one of his students, and never even considered thinking about him like that. There's something about the ability to draw lines that Dick didn't have problems with when he was working, unless it was around the females he worked with. He had a few problems there when it came to sex, but relationships never seemed to get in the way.

Usually men weren't a problem for him. Dick didn't find himself attracted to many guys, and when he did, they'd usually go down on one another and get it over with. It wasn't usually a fully blown sexual experience. The concept wasn't foreign to him, it just wasn't something he'd experienced before. Not that he'd ever admit it to a stranger. Plus, this was body shots. If it turned into more, he could cross that when the bridge decided to span that river.

Right now, Dick was alone. He didn't have any teams and wasn't looking for any more. He was done with his Titans and happy to be Nightwing all on his own. It was a slightly lonely road, but after being Robin for so long to Bruce's batman, Dick was very used to it. His life hadn't been a wealth of family fun. Family wasn't something that Dick knew much about after his had died, and they'd yanked his circus family away from him.

It was the last thing on his mind when he pulled the sweats over his legs. When he saw Jamie struggling with his shirt, he laughed and moved over. "Why worry about shirts. We don't need them for body shots. I'll make sure the fireplace is going so we have heat enough in the other room." Moving back to the living room, Dick pulled the tequila, lime and salt to the coffee table and sat on the couch in front of the fireplace.

"Me? Unflappable. I've spent a lot of time in front of people trying to kill me, and I have actually been killed once. I think it changes a person. When you know that you have such a limited life, you really try to live it to the fullest." He would say more to someone closer, but he wanted to get to know more about Jamie first. "Tell me more about yourself. How did you end up with your friend in your back there." Dick knew the official story, but personal stories are always better.

Jaime doesn't have an overabundance of experience with either women or men himself, but he did do his fair share of fooling around in college (as one does), and he's never been a master of subtlety when he's into someone. His relationship with Jenny hadn't lasted—he's not even sure she'd view it as a relationship at all—because it turns out that watching your boyfriend (or whatever) run around with the same mantle that took your father away is not exactly easy, and neither is being a brand new CEO. They'd ended things more than amicably though, and she's a fixture at family dinners when she can get away from work for a night (once an honorary Reyes, always an honorary Reyes, especially after footing the entire bill to have their house repaired and helping Rudy get the auto shop back), and Jaime is making a concerted effort to put himself out there again. Pining would make things weird and uncomfortable, and he's decided that he's not about to be That Guy: Jenny deserves better.

So, bodyshots. He drops onto the couch, glad to sit down and be a little less conspicuous with his current subtlety problem, though Dick has made it pretty clear that he doesn't mind in a way that makes Jaime's arms break out into goosebumps entirely unrelated to shirtlessness in the relative chill of Dick's house. "Nice place," he compliments belatedly, now that he's looking around instead of panicking about being naked, because living rooms with fireplaces aren't exactly common in Texas and it's very novel and cool. Tequila, salt and limes, though? That's familiar territory for sure.

"No kidding, you too?" Jaime mostly tries not to think about that night, about his father in front of the sea of candles and his desperate reach for Khaji Da across the cosmos of the afterlife, but he's pretty sure it all means he'd flatlined there in Victoria Kord's creepy ass machine. He hasn't talked to anyone about it, even Khaji was offline at the time, so there's something about thinking Dick may know what it's like that's almost a comfort. It definitely shouldn't be, of course, considering. "How'd you come back? I mean, I've got an alien in my back." So the impossible? Gonna happen. But Dick... Wait. Jaime hurriedly tacks on: "You don't have to answer that, if you don't want to," to be polite. He's not trying to grill the poor guy on sensitive topics, but I have actually been killed once is such a wild statement to not follow up on.

Either way, he grins lop-sidedly, reaching for the lime to stop it from rolling off the table and keep his hands busy. "Uh, well, Khaji was handed to me in a burger box. I was at Kord Industries interviewing for a job," sorta? All of that is complicated but mostly irrelevant. "And Jenny Kord was trying to get it out of there so her aunt couldn't weaponize it and sell it to the military. She told me not to open the box, but, you know." He at least has the good graces to look sheepish about the whole situation. "Apparently the scarab chooses its host, and nobody at Kord was floating her boat. So lucky me, here we are."

It's hard not to be attracted to Jamie, he's got the sort of energy that Dick finds addictive. Being someone who was raised in such a secluded house, by a recluse that only indulged in rare social events made life growing up difficult. Dick eventually had to break away to find the person he wanted to be apart from Bruce, but it was far from easy.

This was simple, and even though Jamie may have a strange, life-alternating alien living in his back, he was still extremely down to earth and somehow extremely well-rounded. Dick could use more people like that in his life. Honestly, he wasn't sure exactly how to respond to everything, but he knew that he didn't want to let Jamie leave, even if they only connected on a very basic level. Dick silently hoped it was more-- not that he'd ever admit it, probably not even to himself.

Unable to keep the smile from his lips, Dick nods and is surprised that Jamie had his own brush with death. He seems so innocent, and not at all touched by the darkness that's hollowed out the eyes of so many others that have felt its cold touch. "I was shot and killed, then found and rolled into a Lazarus pit. It's a pit that has properties for bringing people back from the dead after a time, but everyone pays a price. I saw some of the most horrible things. Darkness inside myself that I had to kill. It left a scar, but I made it through and I'm alive again, not everyone makes it out."

After that, Dick needs a shot. He moves and cuts up one of the limes, and then grabs the salt with a wicked grin at Jamie. "We'll start easy. Give me your wrist." Running his tongue over the inside of Jamie's wrist, Dick salted it and then poured the tequila. He licked the salt up slowly, sucking for several seconds to leave a light pick spot behind. Then without hesitation, Dick took the shot and sucked on the small slice of lime. "Very nice. I think your skin was much smoother than the tequila." He grinned and then handed the salt over to Jamie. "Your turn, pick a spot to salt me, anywhere on my body is free game." Dick instructed.

"Sounds like you got tossed into the fire when you ended up one of us. I was raised into the business, but you really had to sink or swim. I'm impressed. You must be pretty special for the host to have chosen you."

He means to reply, really he does, because that is honestly so tragic and Dick has clearly come to some sort of terms with it but Jaime would like to offer condolences anyway... except his brain shuts down fully at the first wet touch of tongue on his wrist, and then sets entirely on fire when Dick mercilessly applies suction a few seconds later.

Holy shit, that's hot.

"Yeah?" he croaks, when he takes the offered salt, eyes fixed Dick's mouth for a long moment, before they flick down the rest of him. Half of him wants to push Dick down onto the couch cushions and lick salt right off his impossibly defined abs, but there's another spot that he's been thinking of almost non-stop since Dick revealed he'd have let Jaime do bodyshots off of him instead of an apparently subpar stranger. He has such a nice, long neck, and that's what Jaime salts, leaning over to lick from the crook of his shoulder where the salt falls up the side of his neck. He sucks a much more traditional hickey there, then throws back his own tequila if only to keep himself from tossing the game out the window already.

"I'm feeling pretty special right now," he admits, pretty thoroughly distracted from the original subject of their conversation. The fact that Dick can focus on both is really impressive. Then he cracks his own grin, tension sliding away as his eyes drift briefly to the side, which is what they usually do when he's listening to the scarab's voice in his head. "Thanks, Khaji. Oh, she's agreeing with you," smugly, of course. He offers the salt up and sits back again, tacking on: "You can pick anywhere, too."

There's an obvious slide of Dick's adam's apple up and down when he feels the first swish of Jamie's tongue along his neck. It's easily one of his more sensitive places, and heat immediately pulls from where that tongue left a single stripe down to his core. Dick knew where all this was going from the beginning and while he did his best at pretending to be unaffected by it all, even going so far as to be impossibly chill about nudity-- there's still a war that wages in his gut.

This is a game of chance, one that Dick isn't sure how it's going to turn out. He's played with men before, but only to certain points and he's no idea how far he's going to end up going here. The desire for Jamie is real, and it hit Dick a lot harder than he figured it would. The younger male is incredibly down to earth, and fun to be around. His humor makes this a better evening than he figured it might be, and draws him in further.

Dropping his head to the side, he allows Jamie a greater surface area to work from when he actually comes for the salt. No matter how hard Dick tries, he can't stifle the groan that slips from his lips as the mark is sucked into his neck. "Fuck." He bites his lip. "You're good at that." He looks over at Jamie and his dark eyes flash hotly at the other for a second. "Taking this game slow is pretty agonizing, but it's fun as well. Still, I think I'm going to up the ante. Pull up your shirt and lean back."

Moving so that he can lean over Jamie, Dick doesn't bother to hide what he's thinking and places small open mouth kisses along the younger male's abdomen. For a second, he thought about teasing Jamie's nipple, but that would be too far too fast. Instead, he finds the center of his abs, and licks lightly there, only enough for the salt to stick and then sucks deeply as he pulls the salt back into his mouth, leaving at least three deep red marks.

The shot goes down easy, and then he takes the lime and holds it up rind first and places it against Jamie's lips. "Here, hold this for me." Leaning forward, he puts his lips against Jamie's and sucks the lime between them with a smirk before leaning back. "Your turn."

Jaime never would have guessed that he's got more experience than Dick, at least in this one specific area, but he has gone all the way before with guys even if he's not necessarily expecting to do that tonight. He did prepare for it though, by washing very thoroughly before coming over. You know, just in case. (Hey, he's an optimist!) There is also the fact that, in his experience making bad decisions at college parties, body shots can be a very slippery slope when one party isn't too drunk to reciprocate in any way, as well.

He goes down onto the couch cushions with a grin and a cheeky "Thank you," at the compliment, feeling all the way on top of the world with the look Dick shoots him from just above the shiny new red spot on his neck. He wonders how he can bring out more of that heat in his eyes, and about a thousand horny little scenarios run rampant in his brain as he tugs his shirt up out of the way and tries not to be self-conscious about the fact that his abs are definitely a bit less defined than Dick's. There's no helping the way he squirms slightly with a ticklish laugh at the first lick to wet his skin, clutching his bunched up shirt under his chin to keep it out of the way so he can watch, but that laugh disappears into a hitched breath when Dick changes to sucking instead. Jaime's leg moves without him really thinking about it, and he hooks the two ankles that they've got next to each other on the floor, curling their legs closer together even as Dick leans down to steal the lime back with his mouth. Dick is lucky he didn't go for the nipple, or he probably would have gotten dry humped right there on the couch his efforts.

Which is not necessarily a bad thing, but there really is no hiding how affected Jaime is when he's lying on his back, certainly not in the matching pair of loose sweatpants they've got on. Even when Jaime sits back up and lets the shirt drop he's flushed and breathing quicker than before. He licks his lips and tastes the tart lime the Dick took back. "Future lawyer. We gotta be good with our mouths, right?" He says, like he doesn't stick his foot in it about every ten minutes. He's working on that! "Let me see your hand," he requests for his own turn, and when Dick proffers it he wraps his fingers around the wrist and licks a stripe across the upturned palm. It may seem like a step back towards tame, but the salt that he sprinkles onto it then sticks when he gently rotates Dick's hand, pointing his fingers up towards the ceiling so he can make eye contact through them.

Then his gaze drops to the palm and he licks the salt up with one broad stripe, sucking Dick's middle finger into his mouth down to the first knuckle when he gets there. He runs his tongue over the fingertip after a few moments of suction, then nips at it playfully before pulling off with a pop and downing his next shot. He's never had tequila taste better. He plucks the lime wedge that Dick just had between his teeth, and sucks on that too. "You know, if the game is to slow, we can always fast forward." Two shots in and he's starting to get a little bolder.

"Lawyer, huh?" Is all Dick is able to come up with before Jamie grabs at his wrist and gives it a curious turn. The masked crusader has never before had his palm licked except by a dog and that was a much sloppier proposition. It's not quite what he's got in his mind as something sexy. Except that Jamie turns things around completely when he takes his tongue up Dick's middle finger and brings it into his mouth.

Now that's got Dick's attention, alright. His jaw drops open a fraction and he forgets he's got his mouth open until he realizes that his tongue is dry as he watches the other male suck on his finger like Jamie might do to something else that's also very much paying attention to all the action Dick's getting right now. When he finally realizes how absolutely dry his mouth is, Dick swallows and blinks. Apparently, he hadn't closed his eyes the entire time either-- rather kept them locked on Jamie the entire time.

"What did you have in mind?" Swallowing again, Dick grabs the bottle of tequila and takes a swig without any of the other accoutrements. He doesn't even wince. It's quite obvious that Dick is used to drinking the hard stuff any way he wants to. The shots were all part of the game. Turning to Jamie, Dick takes another drink and then presses their mouths together, opening his so that the liquid trickles from his mouth to Jamie's. It's another fun way to do a shot and a way to speed things up, if that's what he wanted to do.

When the shot is done, Dick's tongue chases the shot through Jamie's mouth and twists against the other male's. They've already been playing with fire, so when Dick pulls back he yanks his shirt over his head. "Feel free to put your next shot anywhere you want, and you can lick it right up. If you want, I'll take the pants off too."

Jaime returns the kiss with enthusiasm, palms coming up to cup Dick's jaw, head tilting just enough that once the tequila has disappeared down his throat, their mouths slot together more easily and he can participate fully in push and pull of tongues. He makes a low noise of dismay when Dick pulls back, but is instantly placated by his shirt coming off, because how can anyone be disappointed at that?

He finds himself grinning in anticipation, playfully pushing Dick over so he flops down onto the couch cushions like he'd wanted to do earlier, splayed out and ready to be devoured. And why not? Now he's got an invitation. "No, let me," he says, though instead of tugging down his pants right away he reaches for the bottle of tequila. He pulls one of Dick's thighs up onto the couch cushions, then shifts so he's on his knees between his legs, before making eye-contact and dribbling the tequila right onto his abs. Unlike with the salt on his own stomach, the tequila flows around Dick's defined six-pack, and Jaime clumsily plops the bottle back onto the table so he can dive after the spilled liquor with his tongue. When the last trickles of it pool in the muscular v-line leading into the waistband of Dick's sweatpants, Jaime hooks his fingers into the fabric and tugs it down.

When Dick's erection springs free from its confines, Jaime reaches up and presses his palm against it, trapping it there against the spit-slick skin of his abdomen. He's busy for another moment sucking a second hickey into the heated stretch of muscles just to the left of it, but he manages to remember himself enough to break away and look up Dick's long, well-defined torso to his face, fingers curling around his cock and giving it a slow jerk. Then his thumb swipes across over the head and his wrist twists on the way back down, and he looks awfully pleased with himself when he greets his new friend with a whimsical little, "hello." He may or may not have gotten more than his fair share of shot with that last pour, but he isn't far gone enough that he doesn't think to ask before diving right in: "Is this okay?"

Anticipation builds in Dick's stomach like a bunch of champagne bubbles and no matter what he does to try and calm it, he has no control over the thrill of exactly how he feels about what they are doing together. The alcohol hasn't been nearly enough to addle his mind, or take away natural inhibitions-- yet for once, Dick doesn't have any with Jamie. There's nothing inside him that's saying no to this. All he sees are green lights ahead.

Falling back into the couch with a laugh, he watches the younger male with intrigue. He's got some idea of what's coming, but obviously there's room for a twist. "Look at you taking charge. I think I like it when you get a little rough with me like that." He teases, and reaches out to run his fingers along the side of Jamie's body. All the muscles that bend and contract as Jamie bows over Dick are wicked to touch, and leave his chest heaving in sweet anticipation.

Dick inhales deeply when the cool alcohol hits his chest and begins to cover almost ever inch of it. Then it's taken up in contrast by Jamie's warm mouth, and the vigilante can't help but lift himself up against that mouth, and the way it feels. "Jamie... " He hisses, and runs his fingers into the soft curls, dialing them around his fingers. It's all fine and good until his cock springs free, hard and full.

Lifting his head, he looks down, and every part of him wants that mouth on him. "Oh fuck. Fuck yes." He whispers, and hips push forward against the hand that holds it. It's pretty obvious that Dick is more than okay with what's going on. "You have permission to do anything you want to me tonight, all the way, any way.Tongue, mouth, fingers, and... more. Do you understand?" Dick looks deeply into Jamie's eyes, and sits up a little so that he can pull Jamie into another deep kiss, this one offering the truth of Dick's words, spiraling their tongues together and pressing heat across the boundary until neither can breathe.

[Probably the one losing clothes; he is an athlete/model, so changing in front of others is pretty normal for him.]

[She doesn't wear pants to begin with, so suddenly naked for her might just mean she forgot to put her top on before heading out.]

...Katt... um. ...excuse me.

[ The pantlessness is already... she's got enough fur, sure, but that's already been a little distracting.

Walking around with her boobs out too is truly testing Colette, however. ]

[She can be Drastic Measures timeframe or AU'd forward into Discovery proper. Or just AU'd in general, honestly.

Voicetesting.]

[Canon, crosscanon, AUs, assumed CR, I'm here for all of it.]

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