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

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada kissed him back, growing desperate. He was so close, and he silently thanked Zeus that he had taken his jeans off before all this. 'A boner would have been a bitch in skinny jeans..' He thought foggily, rocking his hips a little harder.

"Fuck.." He groaned, kissing along his jaw, before finding his lip again. He ran his tongue along Jayson's, choking back a loud moan as he grew closer and closer, his hips rocking harder and harder against Jayson's.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson moaned, head tilting some before he searched out Nevada's throat, kissing and sucking on the skin. He whimpered faintly beneath him as he arched against the movements.

"Vegas.." He groaned softly, managing to find his lips again, trembling in pleasure.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada kissed him deeply, thrusting his hips against Jayson's as he pulled the boy's hips closer. He groaned, running his tongue along Jayson's.

"Well, so much for dry pants.." He mumbled, kissing his neck softly. He rubbed his side gently, then kissed him again, pulling Jayson's face close to his. He kissed him as deep as he possibly could, his hand finding his way into the boy's hair.

"You wanna go shower? I think I'm gonna go in the spare bathroom and wash off." He said, rolling over onto his back. 'If I even remember where the damn bathroom is..' He thought.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson grunted softly, closing his eyes, chest rising and falling heavily. A content smirk was on his lips however. How the hell had Nevada managed that? He supposed it was all the more reason a chick had never been able to get him in such a position even with his clothes off half the time.

Catching his breath he sat up, tugging at his pants some. "Yeah..probably should," He huffed.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada nodded, a yawn escaping his lips. "I'd laugh at you, but I've got jizz all over me, too." He said with a shrug. He walked over to his dressers, grabbing two more pair of pajama pants, and a couple of pair of boxers. He gave a pair and some pants to Jayson, then nodded towards the sliding mirrored doors cover in posters.

"If you wear a shirt to bed, just grab one out of the closet. I think I got some plain T-shirts towards the right or something. Past the jeans." He looked over at him, then kissed him deeply. "Even with pants on, you're fun."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson snickered faintly, rubbing at his face.
He trailed after Vegas to the drawers and took the offered bottoms, followed his finger to the doors.

The kiss caught him off guard, and he met it tenderly. "Yeah?" He teased. "I'm not the only one." Kissing him again her turned and headed for the bathroom so he could shower off and change again.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada trailed off to the bathroom, stripping out of wet clothes. I washed off, then pulled on his boxers and his pants. He walked back out, running his hands through his hair. He walked to the fridge, grabbing a soda. He popped the tab, then walked over to the sofa. He plopped down, using a controller to turn off the xbox. He flipped through the channels, stopping on the food channel. He watched whoever was on the TV make cookie batter, and drew his brows together.

"I want cookie dough." He groaned, stretching out on the sofa.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson walked out clean and freshly dressed, hadn't bother with a shit. He finished toweling off his hair, setting the towel aside and catching the last phrase Vegas spoke.

Dropping down beside him with a gusty breath, he smirked. "Get some then," He breathed, stretching out and sprawling lazily, shoving his legs over Nevada's lap with a smirk.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"But that would involve getting up and driving to the store." He groaned, pulling the throw blanket on the back of the couch over his face. "Keep rubbing my lap and you're going to need another shower." He said with a smirk that was hidden under the blanket. He tossed the blanket aside, looking back at the TV.

"I hate Doritos. I ate like, seven bags when I was little and got so sick. I'll never eat another Dorito as long as I live." He groaned, laying his head on the back of the couch. He realized if he breathed really quiet, he could hear Jayson breathing. He held his breath for a moment, listening to him contently before sighing.

"I can't get cookie dough until tomorrow. I'm too fucked to drive."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson laughed. "I wasn't trying tooo," He complained, purposefully shifted his weight.
"Yuck, no fun. I eat Doritos sometimes." Nodding to himself, he glanced at the tv, no able to concentrate with the booze, drugs and adrenalin running through his body.

"Eh, you're not the only one." Coughing into his arm, he slid down further on the couch, then flipped over so his head was in Nevada's lap instead.