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

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada met the kiss gently, reaching up to cup his cheek. He pulled away as the nurse came in, managing somehow to turn himself upside down in his chair, his legs hanging off the back and his head hanging off the seat. He yawned again, wondering how he was supposed to get back up.

"I don't see a very.. not gory ending to his." He said, then shrugged. He was too tired to care, too confused. And entirely too broken. He just wanted to see Jayson laugh, smile. Something. He slowly worked his way back into a sitting position, leaning his head back to get rid of the sick feeling in his stomach.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson smiled just slightly over at him, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, tugging the wheelchair close and pulling Nevada onto the bed, leaning over to kiss him deeply, a hand finding the back of his neck. "See? Just a few broken bones..nothin' that can't be fixed."

He huffed thankfully when the nurse brought in his crutches, offering a hand so Nevada could slide back into the wheelchair. "Let's go curl up in my bed and get some sleep now," He huffed, standing and wincing as he realized crutches would put weight on his sprained wrist. He kept a straight face, looking over at Cory. "Ready?"

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada climbed up happily into the bed, reaching over to cup his cheek as he kissed him deeply, longingly. He wanted to kiss him forever. He watched the nurse come in, and let Jayson help him into his wheelchair. He looked up at him, thinking for probably the hundreth time today he was sick of seeing people from down there.

"I think cuddling in your bed sounds amazing." He said. He would have stayed up here all night if Jayson had asked. He moved his wheelchair back a bit so he wouldn't be in Jayson's way, then followed them out into the car, sitting there patiently as he waited for them to tell him what he wanted to do.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson climbed into the front of the car with a huff, stretching his left leg out with a grimace and handing the crutches to Cory. He slid them into the trunk, offering Nevada a hand to help him up and into the back, far more patient now. "Sorry 'bout earlier, I was a little stressed." He smiled just faintly, crookedly, and once Nevada was in he folded up the wheelchair and climbed into the drivers seat, heading home in silence.

"Now the challenge of getting both you guys upstairs," He teased.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Getting up the stairs with the crutches isn't going to be near as hard or painful as getting down." He said, laying down in the back. "I'll crawl. Or hop. I can stand. Unless we just lay a bunch of blankets on the floor in the living room." He realized he was talking too much and turned over on his stomach, burying his face carefully into the back seat. He didn't want to break his glasses, remembering how frustrated it made him when he couldn't see.

He folded his hands behind his head, wishing it would just be over, that they both would be fine instead of so broken.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"We'll figure it out." He bit his lip, more worried about protecting Jayson from getting yelled at. He pulled up silently. "If you stay in bed until they leave for work we shouldn't have a problem."

He got out, giving Jayson his crutches andbiting his lip, hefting the wheelchair over a shoulder. Jayson watched him peer in the back. "Just let me get you upstairs and I'll leave you alone. Please? I won't carry you over my shoulder, promise. You could probably beat me up anyway." He shrugged, obviously knew his place as a younger guy. Surprisingly.
Jayson smirked.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

He looked over at him, realizing he really had no option. The guy had his wheelchair. And Nevada could only stand. And standing got him nowhere. 'He looks like a cat..' He thought faintly, drawing his eyebrows together before he was brought out of his thoughts.

"You lie because you have to get me downstairs tomorrow. Unless you plan to push me out the window." He said, slowly scooting across the seat to him. 'I feel like I'm trying to seduce him terribly..' He thought, chewing on his lip. "Fine, whatever. Dispose of my body as you see fit. Just don't carry me like a fucking rag doll or I will kill you in your sleep. Somehow. When I figure out this walking thing all you normal people do."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Cory laughed.
"He pushes you out the window and I will kill him until he is deader than dead," Jayson complained with a scoff.
Cory smirked, lifting Nevada carefully bridal style. "Better?" He taunted, closing the car door with his hip.

"He's not your bride! That's my job!" Jayson yowled, careful not to be too loud. He pouted mockingly and Cory stuck his tongue out. "I don't like dick," He offered simply and Jayson flipped him off, following him inside and agonizingly slow up the stairs, nit uttering a word as they passed their parents room.

There was a bunk bed and a box spring, the box a little bigger than the bunks, which were obviously Cory's because he set Nevada on the bigger bed where Jayson collapsed carefully so as not to hurt himself.

"I'll sleep on the couch downstairs." He ruffled Jayson's hair, smirking faintly at Nevada before flicking on the lamp, turning off the light and closing the door. Jayson listened to him head down the stairs.
"Home sweet home," He sighed, realizing he was still in briefs. "You want any pajamas?" He set the crutches by the wheelchair, carefully scooting up on the bed.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"When did I start wearing the skirt?!" Nevada asked, wrapping his arms loosely around Cory's neck. He was glad when he was sat on the bed and quickly stretched out. He looked up at Jayson's question, and started to take off his jeans. He tossed them to the floor, followed by his shirt. He slipped under the blankets.

"No. I don't know. The idea of pajamas is repulsive." He said. He moved over to Jayson, tipping Jayson's head towards his own. He kissed him deeply, a whimper passing his lips at the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He kissed him as deeply as he possibly could, his tongue exploring his mouth slowly.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson kissed him deep, pulling him close, and whimpered at the strain against his hip, flinching a bit. He rolled onto his right side, carefully sliding beneath the blankets. "That's better..." He mumbled, painfully aware that he had metal pins drilled into his pelvic bone. The thought made him feel sick, and he kissed Nevada again. "For the record, you have never worn the skirt." He smirked.