[CLOSED] if you really wanna go..

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

He watched him for a second before cutting open the box with the posters. He walked to Zander's office, grabbing the huge bin of rubberbands before flopping down ob the floor. He started to roll them up, slipping the bands around them. He looked up at Jayson and smiled, flinging a rubberband at him.

"Hey, Jayson?"

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Hey!" Jayson huffed, startled from trying to sort out different bracelets. He rubbed at his arm, poking his tongue out, and returned to what he was doing until his name was questioned.

"Yeah?" He murmured, glancing back over his shoulder curiously at the other male sitting by the box, reaching for his soda to take a drink.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Sorry, it slipped." He said, flinging another at him. "Oops. That one too." He started rolling up another poster, slipping a rubber band around it before setting it beside him, trying to get the knot out of his stomach.

"And don't go stepping on me down here. Or a lot of rubber bands are gonna accidentally go flying your way." He teased.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson laughed, brushing away the fact that it seemed Nevada had wanted to actually say something. He folded down the box, feigning to trip and catch himself over Vegas.

"Oops, didn't see you there." A gentle smirk, setting the box in a stack and grabbing the last of the inventory, opening it. He groaned dramatically, pulling out jeans and dropping onto the floor lazily to sort them out by size.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada smirked, flinging another rubber band at him. He finished up the posters before crawling over to Jayson. He took the jeans out of his hands, tossing them across the room.

"Oops." He smirked. He looked up at him before tipping his head to the side, moving in to kiss him before he thought better of it. He moved away, getting up and walking around the counter. He grabbed his coke, chugging the rest of it down.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Awhh, now I gotta go get those," Jayce complained, throwing a wadded pair at Nevada's chest. He caught that he had leaned in, heart racing though he kept his calm on the outside, watching him go and finish his soda.

The feeling was so confusing..attraction, and he wondered if it was mutual or if he was being stupid. Mentally he chose the latter. Nevada was just like him, he would sleep around, get drunk. Not settle for a relationship. Not to mention he was a guy. In what right mind was he in to feel attracted to him at all?

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Fine, whiney." He said, picking up the jeans and dropping them in his lap. "But I have ammo now." He held out his coke tab with a smirk before putting it in his pocket where he was bound to forget it. He squatted down in front of him, looking over at him.

"You're really fucking cute. For a straight kid. You kinda make me wonder." He chewed on his lip. "If relationships aren't such a bad thing after all."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson smirked, returning to sorting out jeans. He shifted his weight in discomfort. "They're not all bad when you meet the right person," He murmured, shrugged. "I haven't dated seriously in about a year though. And..I dunno if I'm actually straight nomore."

He stood, taking the pile of seven sized jeans and sticking them on the shelf, putting each pile in order in front and behind them silently.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"I haven't had anything even close to one, so.." He stood back up, his last words ringing in his ears.

"So then.." He moved closer to him, then turned him around, putting a hand on the shelf on either side of his head. "Why don't you think I'm as cute as I think you are?" He asked, then leaned down, kissing him slowly. For the first time in his life, he actually got butterflies, actually felt attracted to someone.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"That's cos all you do is-"

His heart rose in his throat as arms blocked either way out. But with the slow kiss, he relaxed, eyes gradually closing, breaths slowing despite the hammering in his chest.

"I do.." He mumbled, kissing up his jaw slowly. "That's why I was questioning it..." Honestly he was afraid of being anything but straight. Yeah, he'd fooled around with guys and girls alike. But he'd only ever officially dated girls, and Caine's death had sent him into a spiral of confusion and grief and he'd lost interest in anybody and everybody. Until now.