[CLOSED] nothing that i can do or say.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae met the kiss breathlessly, reaching over to pull himself closer to Ryan. He closed his eyes, but after what had just happened, and the alcohol, it wasn't hard to find sleep.

But he was certainly feeling the effects the next morning when he woke up. He groaned, sitting up and putting his head in his hands. He knew Knox wouldn't bring Paislee home until later in the day, that all of them were probably still out cold. But when he realized that he had nothing on, he was glad that they hadn't just shown up.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan slept hard, instead of his usual light slumber. He stirred when he felt the warmth next to him disapear, and rubbed ar his face with a groan. His head was pounding, arms throbbing, and he curled up in pain with a shaky breath, unable to think straight for a moment. The headache seemed to ease up the slightest bit and he rubbed at his arms, sitting up slowly as he blew a piece of grass from his stomach.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"At least one of us woke up with clothes on.." Clae mumbled. But his boxers were half across the lawn, and he didn't feel like getting up to get them. When he'd said they were getting wasted, he hadn't exactly expected everything he'd shoved to the back of his mind to resurface, and land him naked in his back yard with Ryan.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan frowned as his eyes traced Claeton's body and finally landed on his face, guilt and shame visible despite the tired look of defeat that was often there. "I'm sorry..." He murmured dejectedly, picking at the grass.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae shrugged, biting his lip as he looked out at the rest of the yard. "I guess that's what I get.. trying to convince myself I didn't like you.." He said quietly. He didn't want to admit it, but he never just did things drunk. He did drunk things that he'd been trying to resist doing sober.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan drew in a sharp breath, taking the words as bad. Teeth gritted and he just began to unwrap his arms quietly. "I don't know what I was thinking..I just-..I-..Urg!" He was frustrated with himself. Not only for being such a fool and thinking Clae had really wanted him, but for secretly crushing on the guy related to the one who had killed off his entire family, made him who he was.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae grabbed his hand as he started to unwrap his arms, looking over at him. He didn't get why he was so angry about it. "Ryan, stop.. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I had a crush on you.. I.. I thought it was stupid.." He mumbled, biting his lip as he looked over at him. "I didn't want to think I like a guy.. I can't help it I like you and I'm sorry I didn't say anything.."

[ryan leonardo matson]

"I need to change them," Ryan complained, gently pulling his hand free and starting to unwrap them again. "No..I'm not mad at you, Clae...it's okay.. I just.. I shouldn't have done that last night.." He gazed over at him, carefully bundling up the old gauze. "I just-...I thought you were straight.. And I didn't want to get my hopes up just 'cos we were drunk.." He studied the nasty looking stitches up his arms.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"I thought I was straight too, so I guess I fooled two of us.." He said quietly. "Why would you be sorry? At least now I don't have to be stupid and pretend I don't like you.." He mumbled, getting up to get his boxers and pull them on. His head was throbbing horribly, so he went inside to put on a pot of coffee.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan shrugged, wandering in after him and tossing the gauze in the trash. He eyed the coffee longingly then left to search through the bathroom until he found what he wanted. He wrapped his right arm slowly, but being left handed, he wandered back out to Claeton. "Can you wrap this..?"