[DANCE] you got me poppin' champagne.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"I could have, but.." He shrugged, looking down at him. After a moment, he wrinkled his nose at him playfully. He had never been so content to be around anyone before. He usually wanted to just bang them and leave. But he didn't want Jayson to go. And he didn't want to leave. He wanted to hold him there as long as he could.

"I don't know. I've been terrible at deep thoughts. They require entirely too much effort, and such little reward. But your smiles.." He shook his head, words not being formed. He shrugged, then smiled down at him, his fingers tracing over his neck.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson just kissed him as he tried to explain. "My smiles?" He murmured, offering one in response. He cradled Nevada close in the dim light, content to hold him there. "Best valentines day and birthday ever you kniw?" He murmured, kissed his jaw.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Yeah?" He asked with a smile, holding him close. He didn't want to let him go. He tipped his head to the side a bit at the action, the hand on his back making small circles there.

"Why would anyone give you less than the best?" He asked with a smile, kissing him softly. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, realizing it was starting to get late. It amazed him he had stood here, hugging the boy close all this time.

"When are we supposed to leave?" He asked, wrapping his arms tightly around him.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Yeah.." He murmured, resting his head side my side with Nevada's a moment, eyes half closing as he listened to him speak. "Because I've always asked for the best...didn't tell many people it was my birthday, knew most would forget in the chaos of the holiday."

He kissed him gently back. "Apparently except my family," He laughed. 'Not including Caine...' He hadn't bothered tell him about his birthday, would have had to pretend he had never met him anyway at home.

"Doesn't matter..spaghetti for dinner, so it's all ready to go. We'll get there when we get there."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Well, I'm starving. What do you say we go grab that brother of yours and head back to your place?" He asked with a smile, kissing him softly. He paused for a second, then gave him another, deeper kiss.

"If you were a drug, I would be addicted. I swear." He groaned, kissing his neck before putting his hands back into his pockets. "I'll follow you guys there." He said, reaching up to brush Jayson's hair aside. "Mkay?"

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Works for me, I'll go search him out." He met the first kiss quickly, but the secon a little more gentke and drawn out, stomach filling with butterflies for some reason.

"Sounds like a plan. Ah..Cory's car is the blue mustang cobra out front.."
It was a nice car, his parents had told him to get it before they died, and even thought he had only some fund he had told Jayson's he had enough, secretly paying it off with the money from the races.

He ducked in to the crowd, locating his adopted brother flirting with at least three girls. "C'mon Kitten," He huffed.
Cory trailed after him. "So you bringing him home?"
"Yeah.." Jayson murmured, snatching his brothers keys and taking up the drivers side after saying bye to Zoey. He lulled out smoothly. "I'm suddenly fuckin' scared Cory.."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Vegas wandered out to his car. He wasn't worried about following him home; he knew where he lived. He fumbled in his car for his cigarettes before finally finding them. 'Don't smoke in the car' his mother had told him. 'It's too expensive.' And yeah, the car cost more than most of the cars he saw, and it drove like a dream, but it was his car and he would smoke in it. But he drew the line at sex in the car.

He lit the cigarette, flipping off the overhead light before pulling out of the parking lot, starting back to Jayson's house. He got there a couple of minutes after them, parking his car on the street. Who could miss an orange car? He got out, and walked over to Jayson, fixing his glasses.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson smiled, suddenly nervous and fidgety as he trailed after Cory towards the house. His parents were laughing and talking inside and greeted Cory warmly, Jayson as well before it fell awkwardly silent.
"Ah.." Jayson his throat. "Mom, dad..this is Nevada, Nevada my parents.." He mumbled. "Decided to ah..come back a little early for dinner."

He shifted his weight again. His mom smiled in slight surprise, but he knew she had grown up with gay family and friends and would be okay, just had to get used to it. His father however gaze him a cold, dregrading look, and Jayson tried just shrugging it off.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Mom. Dad." He waved, greeting people as they had been introduced to him was always how he rolled. He chewed on his lip, looking down at his shoes. He shoved his hands in his pockets again, figuring now wasn't the time to be obnoxious. He glanced over at Jayson, still chewing on his lip. He missed his smile..

"So, uh.. It's cool if I eat with you guys?" He asked, more towards Jayson's mom. She seemed the more laid back of the two. Like she wouldn't bite his head off. But his dad.. Nevada had never had a dad. His phone went off and he pulled it out of his pocket, quickly texting Zander back before putting it back in his pocket.

"Time and a half tomorrow, if we go in and help him stock Hot Topic when the mall closes.." He mumbled, looking over at Jayson.

[jayson thomas christopher]

The woman smiled warmly. "Of course," She murmured. "It's Jayson's birthday hm? He's making the choices. We got you a little something."

"Mom.." Jayson groaned in complaint, leading Nevada to the table and sitting down as his mother passed them two bowls of the noodles and silverware, followed by the choice of water or coke.

She ruffled his hair and he complained again, aware of the looks cast his way silently by his father. 'I'm eighteen,' He thought bitterly. 'I can like who I want, and I can leave the house and not deal with you.'

He kept his eyes fixed on his fiod as the other three joined the table, his mother making small talk with whiever, his father eating in silence.