[CLOSED] tell me how- how you like me now.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"I can get you whatever you want." He said, drinking from his bottle. "And nah. It's bad enough I'm gonna have the munchies. I don't need to be horny, hyper, and have the munchies." He took the bunt from Jayson, taking a long drag off of it before setting it back in the ash tray. He laid back on the floor, making little smoke rings with his mouth before closing his eyes.

"Man, fuck. I want pizza." He groaned. "And nachos. And ice cream. But I've been wanting pizza, and nachos, and ice cream for a week." He pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the corner of the room. He ran his hand over the tattoo on his chest, looking down at it before looking back at the TV.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"You coulda had nachosss the other day," Jayson teased, suddenly less interested in the game and more into the older male sprawled on the floor.
He shrugged, picking up the packet and drawing it close for later use, not quite ready to take in the toxins of such a strong drug yet. He glanced down at the half empty bottle in hand, stretched, sighing at his shoulders cracked.

Slouching back yet again, he glanced around the living room, staring back at Nevada again.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"I hate mall nachos. They're like.. cold. And soggy. And nasty. And reheated." He glanced over at Jayson, realizing he was looking at him.

"You see something you like?" He asked before getting up and walking over to him. He put a leg on either side of him, sitting down in his lap.

"You have a comfortable lap, you know that?" He asked with a smirk, rocking his hips back and forth. A few more drinks and he might actually be tempted to sleep with him. But for now, he was content to tease him. He kissed slowly down his neck, a cold hand slipping into his shirt.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Do I?" Jayson grunted, nodded at his other words. He rested a hand on Nevada's back. "Your hands are cold," He huffed, kissed his neck gently. He pushed the remote off the couch, stting up some more, drawing Nevada close.

The drink was set aside, alcohol on his breath as he kissed Nevada's jaw, wondering why this came so easy with him. He was just reaching his own buzz at this point, it was getting hard to concentrate on anything but the fact that the guy was sitting in his lap.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada couldn't help but smirk. He expected to be woken up any second now, because this could not be happening. He was entirely too cute for that.

"I thought you wanted to play a game, baby." He teased, his lips finding Jayson's. He kissed him slowly, gently. But soon, his tongue ran across the boy's lower lip, moving back and forth slowly as he tried to work his jaw open. 'Ive never gotten this buzzed this fast..' He thought, suddenly aware of Jayson's hands on him, their lips pressed together. And a sudden need to sleep with the boy.

He ran his hands over his chest, taking off his shirt so smoothly the kiss was barely broken. He dropped it to the floor, focusing his hands on Jayson's bare chest.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"I did," He mumbled, meeting the kiss, his hands creeping up to Nevada's shoulders. "But now-..." His words faltered, lips parting obediently, tongue grazing Nevada's teeth as he pulled him close.

"You-..." He kissed him again, feeling the hands up his now bare chest, holding him close so he couldn't leave at the moment.

He paused, downing the rest of the drink, kissed Vegas' jaw slowly.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Mm.." He ran his hands over Jayson's chest, feeling him kiss his jaw. He reached behind him, grabbing another bottle before taking a long drink out of it. He popped the tap back on, then sat it on the floor, pulling Jayson close for another kiss. He ran his tongue across the roof of Jayson's mouth, before playing with his tongue. His hands fell to Jayson's stomach, making their way to his hips.

'I don't know why I didn't notice sooner.' He thought, smiling into the kiss.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson met the kisses eagerly, a hand sliding to the back of Nevada's neck, tangling in his hair. He laid back, pulling Nevada down on top of him, stetching up for another kiss, handstracing up his chest beneath the material of his shirt before he pulled them out, holding his ribcage firmly.

"I don't-...think I'm straight-..." He huffed between kisses, laughing.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Vegas smirked, kissing his neck slowly. "I'm glad you aren't straight. Because -let's face it- you're so hot." He slowly started kissing his collar bone, then his chest. He trailed kisses slowly down his chest until he reached the hem of his pants. Then he rocked back up on his knees, kissing him deeply.

"I wouldn't even think about being anything more than a fuck toy to anyone else." He admitted, kissing his shoulder. He sucked on the skin gently, rubbing his side.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"I noticed," Jayson murmured, head tilting as he met each kiss. He pulled off Nevada's shirt, gripping at his jeans as he kissed him again before reaching for the baggy of white powder and tapping a decent dose into his hand.

He snorted it with the straw rather quickly, searching out Nevada's lips with another firm kiss.