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"Oh I already got a dude who'd make a great court jester!" Jack chuckles. He'll have to think about it, Harley needs a good title.

But things are rapidly turning sexy, which is where he knew this was going anyway - like they aren't gonna get down to sex as soon as possible while they're both human - and now he's got a decision to make.

His robot anatomy really makes some things easy. He's not organic, keeping his faceplate closed all the time is fine. And most people think it's just his face anyway. Now he's human. And Harley isn't a quick one night stand or a brief fling, they've got a steady thing going on in the bedroom. That's generally a mask off situation. Only Harley hasn't seen his actual face yet.

"Mmm, yeah, I think there's a few things you could do...." Odds are...she probably won't make a big over it. And there's at least one thing he really wants to do that just works better without his mask on - those metal clasps don't feel awesome rubbing against anybody's inner thighs.

"Including letting me go down on you for like an hour, but there's one little thing I gotta mention and make real clear. I don't do any cunning linguistics with the mask on, so don't make a thing out of it when it comes off. Honestly sex is just way easier in general with it off." Sex is sweaty and messy and hot, it's not like the mask absorbs liquid or anything.

It chafes.

There is a moment, where her fingers slow to a stop; not pulling away, but listening, turning it over in her head.

Of course she's curious. Harley's a curious girl! But, he doesn't want a big fuss, there'll be no fussing. Except that Jack likes to talk about the mask itself- she's seen him brag about it before- would that count as a fuss?

"Okay." She doesn't even shrug; but Harley's fingers linger, stroking slow pets over his stomach, just above his belly button. "Will you show me how the clippy bits work? Do you have to like unplug from it or something? Or is that making a thing out of it?"

"No, it comes off easy peasy. It's like...I dunno, battery covers. Here."

It's what's under it he doesn't want a big deal made out of. Jack takes one of Harley's hands and brings it to the latch at his chin.

"See, right here there's a little bit you press..." He guides her finger over it, slowly, letting her feel what's going on. "And then the latch pops right up. No fancy tricks or anything."

And the bits it latches into are embedded into his face, nothing sticking out to catch or snag on anything like the clasps on the mask itself.

"You uh...wanna do it? Take it off for me, I mean. Sometimes that just works out better all around." And Jack feels less like he's exposing himself to someone, and she can go at her own pace.

There's a flicker of an eyebrow, at his suggestion; maybe it's just her, but that makes it seem so much more personal, somehow. But hey, it's his face.

The other four clasps she does two at a time- his jaw, his temples, and then the mask is coming away in her hands, still warm from being against his skin. When the arching line comes into view, Harley doesn't pretend to look away, or fake like she's not looking him over. Of course she's going to look, why be coy about it? It is one hell of a scar; and the look on her face, when she finally meets his eyes again, is impressed.

"Damn, Handsome. That bad boy must have one hell of a story." She looks down at the mask in her hands again. "What's this thing made out of, anyway? Hey, one a scale of one to disgustingly offensive, where would holding this up to my face and going 'oh I'm Handsome Jack, I'm so cool' rate me?"

Jack bursts out laughing.

He's stoned, which helps, but this is pretty much the sort of response he's comfortable with. Not ignoring it - that's stupid! it's a huge fucking alien brand on his face! - and not staring with pity or asking a ton of questions.

But then she asks about the mask itself and Jack just loses it.

"It's made of synthskin, it's as close to real skin as you can get. Biotech, baby! Hyperion does it best. It's got nanotech so it moves like a face should - which is more than this one does." He taps his own jawline. And his expressions do seem...smaller, more restrained. The skin at the edges of the mark are puckered and drawn tight.

"Plus I can see like I got two good eyes, this one is...I dunno, really, exactly what's going on with it, but it doesn't work. The whole thing's a mystery even to modern space medicine."

Being stoned definitely helps. Besides...it's Harley. He'd probably get bonus points for having the remnants of a powerful alien artifact hanging out inside of him.

"Anyway, don't play with it, come on. You can buy replicas in the museum back home, I'll get ya one of them to play with. Hey you can also buy copies of the poster for my official porno!"

"You have an official porno?" It comes out through the broad grin Harley's been sporting since she got a laugh out of him. She relinquishes the mask and leans in closer, her eyes on his one good one. "Like, company sanctioned official, or just you sanctioned official? Hell, I had an unofficial porno or two myself, back home. Weren't very good; one out if five stars, do not recommend. Takes more than a little hair dye and some sharpie to the face to make someone me."

It's really not that bad, the scar. Yeah it's big, and his one eye gone white is definitely a thing- but it's just a testament to Jack, really. A sign of how much trouble he can get into. And that's aokay by Harley; she likes trouble.

Plus, bright side, the damage is nowhere close enough to interfere with his mouth. A mouth that Harley catches with her own; slow at first, hesitant, her lips brushing his, then again, still slick from all their kisses. Even if the bottom half of his face is practically untouched, she still doesn't want to hurt him.

"As in it was made and produced and distributed by the media branch of Hyperion and it stars my doppelganger. I woulda done it myself - I 'leaked' a ton of my old sex tapes myself - but...eh, it was made a few years ago, after presidency and constant access to pizza kinda killed my abs. Tim still looks like he stepped out of Made Of Muscles Monthly. And really...when he's on the job, ya can't tell the difference."

It's why Tim's special, not one of the many disposable regular doubles Jack had. Only Tim had had his very DNA re-sequenced to match Jack's.

"See...that's why ya gotta take control of that stuff yourself. I bet those knock off yous suck - and not in the fun way."

It certainly seems that kissing is no problem, Jack responds normally, still reveling in the novelty of proper kissing after so long without.

"If tech were better around here, we could make one hell of a sex tape!"

"Yeah we could, are you kidding? They'd break down the doors to get into a screening of us."

One soft nip at his lip, and Harley's slipping to one side, reaching for her forgotten mimosa. There are still two more- but she'd have to get all the way up to reach them, and that ain't on. She curls up against Jack's side instead, legs staying slung over his lap.

"You have a doppleganger?" Harley's eyes dance over the rim of the champagne flute. "Don't tell me you didn't sleep with him, Handsome. I wont believe you."

Edited 2020-10-29 04:45 (UTC)

"Oh yeah, Jack Number Two! More commonly known as Timothy Lawrence. He was an actor who answered a job listing to be me, basically. Had surgery and modifications to look just like me, sound just like me, studied me so he can mimic how I move and everything...seriously, you couldn't tell the difference."

Another amazing advancement of Hyperion technology that only Jack had access to.

"And hey...what happens in The Handsome Jackpot stays in The Handsome Jackpot." He winks his one good eye, the implication clear. Oh, the things that penthouse saw...

"These days he's married to some one eyed werewolf and I think he works in the city you live now. Big ass minotaur who looks like my younger brother." Not exactly the same, since Tim was from a different time, but the resemblance is still eerie. Tim's just younger and without the mask. And a big old cow dude.

"He's here?" The word ends in a squeak, and Harley stares, the last of her mimosa forgotten.

"... What's the marriage sitch? They exclusive? Can we invite him over?"

Because Jesus Christ, one Jack drove her crazy enough, but the idea of getting her hands on two of them- or letting them get their hands on her- was making her dizzy. Or maybe that was the pot.

"Yeah! Used to live with me till he got hitched. Threw him his bachelor party! And yeah, they're monogamous and all that crap, sorry babe. Believe me, I'd love to have some fun with him, but..."

Jack shrugs. Tim's taken the boring route, and made it real clear that he's not interested in Jack as more than a friend to hang out with. Not that Jack didn't make many an effort in Ryslig.

"Some people just don't know how to enjoy life. But whatever, I'm more than enough Jack for ya!" He pulls her more snugly against him, right eyebrow lifting. "Plus...you want a threeway, I am sure we can find somebody down to get in the middle of this incredible sexiness."

"Ugh. Monogamy." Harley rolls her eyes so big, her head goes with it; but she tucks closer when he pulls her in, and her knees bend, so she can trail bare toes over his knee.

"Not that you ain't enough Jack for me, baby. More than enough. But two of you?" Her teeth catch against the corner of her lower lip. "I might not survive the experience; and that means I definitely want to try it." The sigh is big, and only a little dramatic. "That would've been a hell of a threesome.

"Today, right now? I think I prefer having you all to myself. But in general, I did say- I'm always down to party." Her head cocks, taking him in. "If you could- call someone right now, come over and fall into bed with us- who'd it be? You know way more people around these parts than I do."

"It works for some people, I guess." Jack shrugs. He can get it, sort of. At least one of his marriages was monogamous. That had been a long time ago, though.

"Hey, I get it, group sex is just fun! And...I dunno. Usually I've got a couple of people I'm messing around with, so I'd just pick one of them. Not so much these days. And obviously Tim is off the table. I mean there's a lot of hot monsters out there, and they're probably hot as people but I dunno. I think the changes definitely improve some people. You know, they can take an average dude or lady and make'em real neat looking. Oh, my handyman's usually DTF. Not the most thrilling personality, but he's pretty good in bed and he's a faerie so he's got some neat bits."

But also a boring dude, in Jack's opinion. He's quiet and just sort of does what Jack tells him to, which isn't a complaint in a handyman but doesn't make for a very exciting lover.

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