[CLOSED] turn it all around or throw it all away.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada smirked, meeting the kiss gently. He continued to move his hand slowly up and down the inside of his leg before he let it fall to rest. He deepened the kiss a bit, then leaned back, his chest starting to hurt from his heart pounding entirely too hard.

"Nah, that's okay." He said, shifting his weight a bit until he got comfortable. He didn't want to embarrass him in front of his friends. Who wanted a boyfriend in a wheel chair, one who's stupid enough to have a heart attack at only twenty? He reached up, rubbing his face. He wrapped his arms around him again, a yawn passing his lips.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson huffed. "You sure?" He smiled gently, kissing his forehead as he touched at his chest. "Maybe we should take it easy.." He mumbled, kissing his jaw gently. "You're heart's beating way fast."

He hugged him close, moving a bit so he was lying on his side beside him. He touched his cheek gently, smiled. "I don't even have to go tonight, if you don't want. Cory can just go and I can stay here with you."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada laughed a bit. "You're gonna keep that from doing things?" He asked, looking over at him. He kissed him gently, brushing his hair out of his face. He nodded slowly, biting his lip gently.

"No, you go. It's okay. Really. I'll stay here and keep trying to walk." He said. He would rather try and walk alone instead of making a fool of himself in front of Jayson. He already felt like a fool, unable to remember his name or anything besides bits and pieces about Jayson. He kissed him gently, then looked up at the ceiling, rubbing his eyes again. "Or I might just sleep."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson smiled. "Okay." He still had awhile, it wouldn't be until after dark. "My parents don't know, of course. But if you need anything, my mom will be the one to ask, not my dad." He kissed his tenderly on the lips, letting out a slow breath, and bit his lip awkwardly.

"You take my breath away.." He mumbled sheepishly, cheeks feeling hot. He smiled again, hugging Nevada close.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada met the kiss gently, reaching over to lace his finger with Jayson's. He shook his head a the comment, leaning over to kiss him again. "That was.. really cheesy." He said with a laugh, running his thumb over the top of his hand.

"I guess if we're being cheesy.. You make my heart beat a little too fast, and give me butterflies in my stomach I can't handle." He said, smiling a bit. He reached up, running his fingers slowly through Jayson's hair.

"Just be careful tonight, okay? I don't know what you're talking about, but 'street' and 'race' in the same sentence can only end badly.." He mumbled.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson laughed. "Yeah well, cheesy is okay." He kissed him slow and tender, playing absently with their linked hands and searching his face. "I still love your eyes, no matter how common the color." He squeazed his hand gently, listening to him, and shrugged. "It usually doesn't end the best..unerage drinking, illegal driving and drugs means cops, if not a crash or anything else. But it's okay," He kissed him softly, couldn't help his urges to do stupid, exilerating and dangerous things, his cry for help when his brother had died. Caine was back now sure, but beneath it all he was still a mess, still couldn't shake having his older brother die in his arms.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada shook his head. "But they're.. brown." He said, wrinkling his nose. He listened to him quietly, didn't want to think of how horribly it might end, that Jayson might not come home. 'I don't wanna lose him..' He thought, meeting the kiss gently. He cupped his cheek gently.

'Always selfish reasons. That's the only reason you care. Because you're selfish.' That voice said in his head, and he bit his lip. Maybe he was being selfish. But he wanted Jayson there for himself. That was the extent of it. He didn't /want/ to let him go. He felt a need for him so badly it almost scared him.

"I don't know who I am, but I know who you are, and I don't want.. you to die or something.." He mumbled, then chewed on his lip again. He wanted to know Jayson would be back in one piece, not dead in a thousand.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson bit his lip guiltily. "I'm sorry..I shouldn'ta said it like that.. I won't die, promise.. I'll be back some time in early morning okay? Nothin's gonna happen." He hugged him tight, wondering if his words would be a lie or not. So far he had been okay. A few bumps or bruises in a crash or two, the occasional heavy hang over. But he was still alive, right? Nothing would make this any different.

He sighed, reaching up to play with Nevada's hair gently. "You don't have to worry.. I already said you could come. But if you wanna sleep it's okay." He smiled, kissing his forehead.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"I don't wanna go.." He mumbled. "No one wants a fucking.. idiot in a wheelchair sitting around. Let alone it be me. You saw how mad I made that nurse. I'm fucking annoying, okay? I.. I don't want to go. I just want to stay here." He sat up a bit.

"Besides, I'd rather fall-" 'And die.' "-without you here and embarrass myself in front of myself." He wiggled his feet back and forth, chewing on his lip. He honestly felt like he was the fly on the icing on the cake; no one wanted him around and the fact that he was there was enough to ruin the entire affair. He pulled out his dying phone, looking at the flood of messages from people he didn't know over Jayson's face before the screen went black. He put it back in his pocket and rubbed his face.

"I'm sore. Why am I sore?" He asked.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"You're not an idiot and I don't care how annoyed people are with you, cos I love you and that's all that matters.." He huffed. "There's nothing wrong with that."

He sighed, shaking his head slowly, and watched Nevada sit up before doing the same. "Probably cos you collapsed at work. I dunno, I wasn't there. I was here being fucking clueless until about the ten gazillionth time that Zander actually called me." He shrugged, rubbing at his face for a moment and leaning back, not sure he even wanted to go anymore tonight. But he owed drug money from the other day, the stuff Caine had seen him with had not been...pre ordered. It wasn't like he was into drugs much at all, just enough to get himself in trouble, he supposed.