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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Mar 25, 2012 13:02:32 GMT -5
He met the kiss gently, wrapping his arm around his waist. He smiled when the kiss was broken, leaning back against the couch as he trailed his fingers slowly up and down his back. He yawned, closing his eyes again as he leaned back. He slipped his hand up Jayson's shirt, slowly moving his hand up and down his back. It felt strangely familiar, and an image flashed in his head of the two of them on the bed, his hands up Jayson's shirt.
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Mar 25, 2012 13:06:56 GMT -5
Jayson smiled, keeping close as he reached for the television remote, flipping it on to a random crime channel with little interest. He looked up as he mom walked in, smiled faintly. He had talked to her on the phone in the car, explaining everything.
She waved at them then headed towards the dining room, grabbing her laptop and sitting down.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Mar 25, 2012 13:12:44 GMT -5
Nevada looked up with little interest, then back at the TV. He couldn't help remembering the night his dad had slapped him all because he had brought Nevada home. He didn't know why he remembered that, or how, but he did. And it made him upset to think he had caused him to get hit.
He reached up, rubbing his nose gently as he tapped his feet on the floor.
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jayson thomas christopher
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This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Mar 25, 2012 13:25:16 GMT -5
Jayson gazed over at him, biting his lip awkwardly. "Wanna go down in the basement?" He mumbled softly. They could play video games or hang out alone without others watching. He shifted his weight, leaning over to kiss the side of his head, gently brushing his hair back.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Mar 25, 2012 13:30:42 GMT -5
Nevada glanced up at him, reaching up to cup his cheek before he tapped his hands on his legs. "I don't see how I'm supposed to get up and down stairs. I can't walk." He said, then sighed. He guessed there would be a lot of physical therapy involved in this to get him walking again. He clicked his tongue ring against his teeth, looking over at Jayson.
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Mar 25, 2012 13:44:45 GMT -5
"I can carry you." He murmured with a smile, leaning over to kiss him. It was interesting, he could move his legs but not walk. His eyebrows furrowed, wondering exactly what else Nevada couldn't do now. He supposed they were going to find out soon. He had at least known how to eat.
Stretching a bit, he sighed, debated on calling up physical therapy places or not. Maybe Nevada would just figure it out on his own again.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Mar 25, 2012 13:51:23 GMT -5
Nevada met the kiss gently, resting his hand on Jayson's thigh. "I'll figure something out that doesn't involve me being carried." He said.
"I wonder if this is going to be like a little kid learning how to walk. And I really don't feel like making a fool of myself trying to walk." He said, rubbing his thigh gently.
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Mar 25, 2012 13:58:51 GMT -5
Jayson smiled slightly. "It isn't hard, baby.." He mumbled, hugging him close and letting out a gusty breath. He listened to typing on the laptop behind them absently, wishing to be alone. But he wouldn't carry Nevada if he didn't want to be carried.
He stretched his own legs out some, running a hand through his hair thoughtfully.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Mar 25, 2012 14:07:59 GMT -5
"Too bad walking doesn't come naturally." He said. He traced his fingers slowly up the inside of Jayson's thigh. He traced them back down his leg, and slowly back up again.
He sighed, finally letting go of his pride. He didnt want to be carried like a child, but he didn't have much choice. "Okay, fine. You win. Carry me, peasant." He teased, holding up his arms.
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
Posts: 395
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Mar 25, 2012 14:13:07 GMT -5
Jayson laughed softly, shivering at the touch over his leg. He bit his lip. When Nevada said to carry him, he glanced his way. Sitting up, he turned off the tv and stood, lifting Nevada bridal style in his arms, hugging him absently close.
His mother glanced over at them but said nothing as he started towards the basement door, turning the hall light on and closing the door behind the as he started down the stairs. He flipped on the next light, moving for the sofa, and dropped down with a grunt, leaving Nevada in his lap as he smirked.
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