[DANCE] you got me poppin' champagne.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

He nodded slowly, trying to click his tongue ring against his teeth, but it didn't work. "Okay, I won't hurt you then. You can be on top." He said with a laugh, meeting the kiss. He wrapped his arms around him, biting his lip for a moment.

"I'm gonna call you Spade. Because that's my favorite card suit. And I am Vegas, after all." He smirked, kissing him softly. He pushed the blanket down to just below his hip, showing him the tattoo. It said 'what happens in Vegas...' but the three dots were spades, and the W was made of three overlapped cards with the other three suits on them. He pulled the blanket back up, looking over at Jayson. "Come kiss me." He said with a smirk.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Mkay," He murmured, clearly just as amused. "Spade?" He laughed. "I like it." He studied the tattoo with a gentle smile, glancing back at Vegas when he spoke again.

Leaning over him some, a hand found his cheek as he planted a slow, drawn out kiss on his lips, thumb brushing the skin of his cheek.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

He nodded. "Yeah, Spade." He met the kiss, moving so they were chest to chest. He rolled onto his back, pulling Jayson on top of him. He kissed him slowly, his tongue wandering around the mouth he was beginning to get familiar with. He missed having his tongue ring in, teasing Jayson with it. He ran his tongue across the boy's, wrapping his arms gently around his waist. He ran his hands up and down his back, the only thing between them being the blanket Vegas had somehow managed to get tangled between them.

He couldn't help thinking he could end up falling for this boy, end up wanting to be more than just his boyfriend. It almost scared him, thinking he would get to the point of telling someone 'i love you', words he hadn't used since he was a little boy, talking to his drunken mother. He could probably count on both hands how many times he had used those three words together. But he didn't think he would mind, not if it was Jayson.

He ran his hands up the boy's back, finding his face. He pulled him closer, kissing him deeper.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson curled up some, aware of being so close, of the blankets. Of the fact that he was actually here, with Nevada.

He kissed him again, then again, hugging him only closer, breaths slow and even, touches gentle.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada met each of his kisses, his arms tight around the boy's waist. He felt happy, content laying here. He reaches up to run a hand through his hair lazily as he ran his tongue against Jayson's, rubbing the boy's back slowly.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson sighed softly, smiling down at him before he kissed his forehead. Another lick on the cheek and he smirked. "Cooties again," He whispered, affection lacing his voice.

Reaching a hand up, he brushed it gently through Nevada's hair. 'And he's really mine...' It was hard to believe such thoughts, even if Vegas was lying right her with him.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Damn you and your cooties." He said with a laugh, kissing his cheek, then his ear. He laid back, running his hands over his face. It was so hard to see without his glasses. He wished he hadn't lost his other contact. He had a collection of contacts missing their match. He might be able to find a matching pair of he would take the time to sort through them, but they would be entirely too much work.

"Oh. Before I forget." He gently patted Jayson's back, then slid out from under him. He walked into the living room, flipping off all the lights before coming back into the bed room. "Your hat." He said, setting it on the night stand.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson smiled, watching him go, taking in every aspect of him in silence, lying on his stomach on top of the blankets now. "Thanks," He murmured as Nevada returned, stretching and nestling against the blankets, eyes tracing him up and down with a smirk.

"You don't get your spot back now, though. Cos I'm too lazy to move."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Ugh. You give me cooties and you steal my spot I got all warm? You're horrible, you know that?" He smirked, leaning over the foot of the bed. He slowly ran his hands up the back of Jayson's legs until he got to his thighs. Then he slipped a hand between them, rubbing the inside of his thigh before climbing into bed.

"I'd tell you you have a cute ass, but I can't see anything." He said, laying on his back. He pulled the blanket over his hips, only bothering to over himself. He folded his arms under his head.

"This side of the bed is really soft. I'm gonna start sleeping on this side."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson shivered at the touch, eyes closing in pleasure, a smile of amusement still on his lips. He felt Nevada climb back into bed and rolled on to his side some.

"That's what the glasses are for, silly," He murmured affectionately, leaning over to kiss him before sliding beneath the blankets. "I don't care if it's soft right there," He taunted. "You got this spot all warmed up already. I don't hafta do it myself now."