A/N: Alright. First chapter of the first story. If it helps, I am zurui2 and I received permission from Azuleean to upload this ongoing story. It is VERY long and VERY smutty. So far, 100% gay. Not a single straight pairing. Not a one. Let's see if anyone likes it. It's going to be weird splitting this up into chapters... So if they seem awkward, I'm sorry.
zurui2 (8/17/11 8:42:05 PM): Jack sat on the bar stool, bent over with his right cheek against the cool, glittery counter, his arms hanging between his knees, and his eyes fixed on the fizzing in his brightly colored drink. They always looked at him funny at this place when he ordered straight vodka, so he stopped trying. But, there was hardly any point in drinking these diluted fruity drinks. They did nothing for him but make him drowsy with sugar.
His black hair was a mess, like he'd just rolled out of bed, but some people might think that it was styled to look that way. He wore wrinkled dark jeans; they looked like he had been wearing them for years, maybe for some weeks without washing them. His shirt was in slightly better shape, just as wrinkled but clean, light blue button down and collared. The bartender eyed him and Jack sat up to show that he hadn't passed out. This was turning out to be a boring night.
azuleean (8/17/11 8:47:27 PM): How. The hell. Had they gotten him into this? His 'friends' had tied him down, put him in the back of the car, and dressed him in something obviously not appropriate for his job. It felt like skin-tight briefs, and they had put some sort of outfit over them. Where were they going now, anyways? They must be in the red light district by now... What the hell was going on?
The car stopped suddenly, causing him to role into the foot well. Had he mentioned that he had also been tied up? He couldn't see a damned thing... One of them reached down and put something around his neck; it felt scratchy and had cold metal on the front. "Sorry 'bout this Rose," He said, "But you have to embrace the rainbow!"
After he was untied, his friends literally lugged him out. They took off the blindfold as they got inside, revealing a gaudy interior.
zurui2 (8/17/11 8:53:27 PM): Jack eyed the interesting new arrivals with a cocked eyebrow. One of them looked entirely unhappy to be there. Absentmindedly, he picked up his drink and while aiming his mouth for the straw, accidentally shoved the tube of plastic up his nose. He inhaled, sucking fizzy alcohol into his nose like a complete retard. He snorted and coughed, holding a dripping nose, embarrassed.
He was lucky to see that the bartender hadn't been looking. He probably looked drunk as fuck for not having had much to drink at all. He flicked the straw away with distaste and drank from the rim of the glass instead, still watching the group. He sat at the end of the counter, where there were a few seats open. If he caught the eye of one of them, he'd offer a seat, he decided, just to have someone to talk to before going home.
azuleean (8/17/11 9:02:56 PM): Rosiano had been forced onto what seemed to be a fairly effeminate outfit. A v-neck argyle that went down too far and skin tight jeggings or something... He was denying his sexuality for one reason; He wouldn't have as many opportunities if he came out. He looked around desperately, trying to find something to get him away from the others. Especially since one of them, Shawty, the lesbian of the group, had put a collar around his neck. And a leash- she was holding onto it VERY TIGHTLY.
Suddenly, as he was looking around, he caught the eye of a man at the bar. He seemed fairly disheveled, although that somehow added to his charm. He also seemed to be mouthing something at him- He looked back at his friends, taking the risk. "Hey, I know that guy over there. I am going to go say hello. Please do not get up." He cringed internally at the poor acting. Shawty cocked an eyebrow suggestively before taking off the leash.
zurui2 (8/17/11 9:09:10 PM): Jack had not expected someone to accept his offer, least of all the one that looked the most uncomfortable to be there. This would be interesting. He patted the stool next to him to offer it, then swallowed his drink and called to the bartender to make him a stronger one.
He looked at the man from shoes to head, then smirked, "not your normal attire, I'm guessing?" He looked down at himself, and for the millionth time that year, he told himself he needed new pants.
azuleean (8/17/11 9:13:29 PM): "Not in the slightest. I blame them. By the way, you're now Philbert from Chicago. Who I never knew was gay. I hope you don't mind me telling them such an invisible lie." He turned and caught the eye of the bartender, who winked at him. "One straight vodka please." He was in no mood to get drunk tonight, so he would only order the one.
Turning to the man again, he sighed and scratched at the dog collar. It seemed to be locked, guaranteeing that he wouldn't be able to get out of it. "Thanks for the save. My name's Rosiano." He took the shot glass of vodka and downed it, trying not to cough from the jet-fuel -like flavor.
zurui2 (8/17/11 9:18:53 PM): Jack nodded, then eyed the vodka with confusion. The bartender only gave him weird looks? What's up with that? Rolling his eyes, he drank his supposedly stronger drink and yelled for the bartender to get him a glass of vodka on the rocks. This fruity drink business was bullshit. "I don't know why you seem like more of a vodka person than me to that bartender."
He didn't feel like drinking the vodka just yet, and stared at it instead, his arms hanging between his knees again like vines. "My name is Jack, but I could learn to respond to Philbert. So, are you the victim of some kind of bachelor party or what?"
azuleean (8/17/11 9:35:43 PM): "No. My friends think I'm in the closet... They do stuff like this a lot. And the vodka thing is probably because he saw what was happening." He slumped a bit, his thin ponytail slipping over his shoulder. His shirt also rode up a little, revealing, unbeknownst to him, a very... lacy... brief. He stared at the glass, wanting another but knowing full well he would end up being the designated driver.
He adjusted his glasses, Sighing. "This argyle... bright pink and purple? Really? They should have gone with something more tasteful, at the very least..."
zurui2 (8/17/11 9:41:15 PM): Jack saw the lace and instantly felt the warmth run into his cheeks. He rested his cheek in his hand in an attempt to hide the blush in a non-conspicuous way. He drank the entire glass of vodka and asked for another. He would have to be drunk to deal with this guy and his... Outfit.
He stared at his second glass again as he did the first. "So, are you gay or not?" He cursed himself for being so forward. "I mean, oh man that was a stupid thing to say." He slammed his head on the counter and groaned. "I'm sorry." He sat up again and drank the glass of vodka again. He still wasn't drunk enough.
azuleean (8/17/11 9:58:23 PM): "I-I, ah..." He knew this guy was getting fairly drunk. He attempted to avoid the situation. "Uh and that is to say I'm..." Desperately looking around for something to distract himself, he blurted out, "I like rocks!" He immediately felt everyone in the building turning their eyes to him questioningly. He could hear his friends laughing hysterically.
"Well, shit."
zurui2 (8/17/11 10:17:32 PM): Jack couldn't help but laugh as well, now hoping that his blush could be explained away by his drinking. But, his voice hadn't begun to slur just yet. "Rocks, eh? I've never heard of a fetish like that, but I guess there's at least one of everything."
A third glass of vodka replaced his second. The bartender was finally paying attention and not being a little bitch about it. He had an open tab and money to spare. "But, I can't say I've heard of a rock bar."
azuleean (8/17/11 10:20:22 PM): "I-It's not a fetish! I panicked!" He brought his head down quickly on the bar, face heating up. He was supposed to be the mature one of the group. His lilac eyes zoned out a little.
He gave out a long sigh, figuring he might as well not argue. He sniffed his shot glass, trying to get a little more alcohol from the fumes. Never mind that that was impossible.
zurui2 (8/17/11 10:24:06 PM): Jack laughed, "I know I was just giving you a hard time." He reached to the side and shook his new friend's shoulder gently, then wondered if the contact was going too far. Oh well. He drank more vodka. Now, his voice was slower, but still understandable.
"So, you don't know then? I mean, you aren't sure which way you swing? It's okay. You have time to figure it out." He smiled lazily, starting to drift into a comfortable buzz.
azuleean (8/17/11 10:26:45 PM): "It's not that. I just... forget it." He sat up again, looking curiously at Jack as he adjusted his glasses. "Exactly how many of those have you had?" He was trying to hide his awkward blush by not facing directly at him.
zurui2 (8/17/11 10:28:38 PM): Jack inspected his glass as if the number would be etched somewhere. He shrugged and put it back down. "A few." He laughed loudly and his vision blurred slightly. It was okay though, nothing he couldn't handle. He finished off his latest glass.
azuleean (8/17/11 10:31:36 PM): "You probably shouldn't have too many more... I'm guessing you're already over the legal limit for driving." He knew it was a dumb thing to do, but it was in his nature to help people out. Besides, even though he was trying to deny his sexuality, this guy made his heart jump a little.
zurui2 (8/17/11 10:33:33 PM): Jack nodded in agreement, but wanted one more glass. When it didn't appear, he pouted at the bartender, who shook his finger back at Jack. He growled, "faggot" and the bartender snorted.
azuleean (8/17/11 10:36:37 PM): "Hey, you're not planning on driving home, are you?" He turned back to his empty glass and tried to act cool. "'cause it's dangerous to drive when you've even had one drink." He felt his face heating up again, despite his attempts to keep it from doing so. "I mean, Shawty and Ivan over there never seem to get drunk, so they're probably going to be the drivers for that group..."
zurui2 (8/17/11 10:39:13 PM): Jack raised an eyebrow, "are you offering me a ride?" He laughed and wobbled in his stool. "Then I accept! Take me home!" He was exuberant in his drunkenness, and being driven home by a cute guy was a good ending to his night. If he weren't so blasted, he might have asked for a number.
azuleean (8/17/11 10:45:16 PM):
"Please don't get the wrong idea. I'm doing this because I don't want you to end up through the window and into a tree." He slapped a couple of bills down on the table, sure that it would cover it all. Turning around, he saw Shawty, Azu, and other friends all grinning stupidly at him with thumbs up. He gave him a digit of his own back, giving them an 'Oh please' look.
He stood up and yawned a little, having just pulled an all-nighter the same day.
zurui2 (8/17/11 10:48:10 PM): Jack had a stupid grin on his face. He stood up and wobbled as the world swam before his eyes. He thought about reaching for Rosiano's hand, but slowly and stupidly he remembered that it might embarrass him in front of his friends. He came to the conclusion that he should keep his hands to himself. His brain felt like it was full of sticky gears. Just the way he liked it.
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azuleean (8/17/11 10:51:46 PM): He put an arm around Jack's shoulders to try and steady him. "Careful, you don't want to fall." He removed his arm, hoping that he would be able to not stumble. "Shit, you really are drunk, huh?" He sighed, before realizing that the others would be taking the car they had come in. "Hey, you have your own car, right? I don't so..."
zurui2 (8/17/11 10:56:03 PM): Jack waved his arm dramatically, "Yeah of course I have a car! I didn't walk here. Psshhhhhhh." That last part was drawn out a bit longer than necessary. He fumbled in his pocket for his keys, and upon finding them, awkwardly tried to put them in Rosiano's pocket. Upon finding that there wasn't a pocket in his leggings, he pulled the hem away from his hip and dropped them inside. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. He walked rather haphazardly to his car, a rather new looking black Mercedes AMG. The cool ones with the wing doors. It probably cost the person who owned it a lot of money. Hah.
azuleean (8/17/11 11:04:12 PM): He blushed severely, having to reach into the jeggings to attempt to fish them out. He walked over to the car, unlocked it, and held the door open for Jack. "So, then. Where's your house?" He felt somewhat tired, the day's events working through his system.
zurui2 (8/17/11 11:06:38 PM): Jack went for his seat hands first, and stood there bent over for a few seconds before orienting his butt downward. Sitting down was complicated. "It's on the GPS under HOME. Cuz that's where I live. I live at HOME." He laughed like he'd just told the funniest joke in the world, then fumbled with his seatbelt momentarily before pulling it across his chest and trying to jam it into it's little clippy thing.
azuleean (8/17/11 11:13:29 PM):
He had to hold back a little laugh, finding it funny that the other had found it funny. He reached in to help him with his seat belt, then closed the gull-wing. He went around to the other side, got in, and took several attempts to work the GPS. Finally he managed to set a course, buckled in, and started the car.
During the course of the ride, he was entertained by Jack's rants. He started to get this distant look in his eyes and talked like the world was going just a bit too fast for him.
zurui2 (8/17/11 11:41:24 PM): Jack felt like his voice was the best thing in the world, so he kept talking. "Man, you're a cool dude. You might not think so, with that collar and getup, but you're cool. Driving a drunk man home like this, that's real fine right there. I don't know if I'd do the same. I'm not that nice of a person half the time." He laughed, it was an inside joke with himself. "Half the time." he repeated.
azuleean (8/17/11 11:44:00 PM): "Well, we all have times where we're not nice. It's not that unusual. And besides, I'd rather not see another car around a tree on the news if I could have stopped it." He stared straight forwards, trying hard not to let Jack see him blush.
zurui2 (8/17/11 11:46:49 PM): As his mind wandered, he changed subjects. "My place is real fine, a big studio apartment in this complex. The rent is pretty cheap. Do you live in a house? I bet you live in a house. You seem like a house person. I'm an apartment person. There's all kinds of different people in the world you-" He suddenly stopped talking, distracted by the way the lights on the street swirled in his vision.
azuleean (8/17/11 11:49:40 PM): "Actually, I live in a duplex- one of those huge apartments that is split into two halves. I'm hoping that sooner or later I'll be able to move to a decent home, but with my job that's going to have to wait quite a while longer." He smiled a little bit, seeing the other man fascinated by the street lights. His lavender eyes seemed to glow softly against the orange of the streetlights.
zurui2 (8/17/11 11:51:40 PM): He looked over at the other man with the intention of saying something, but by the time he got focused, he forgot what he was going to say. "You're pretty." He blurted, not knowing what to add onto it or if he should apologize. It hung in the air for a bit in silence as he wracked his mind for the best course of action to take. All he could think of, was "Seriously." and he left it at that.
azuleean (8/17/11 11:54:50 PM): He blushed very red, not sure whether he was embarrassed or grateful. He supposed that he might as well try to compliment him, considering how drunk he was. "Thank you. You are fairly aesthetically pleasing yourself. I'm surprised you were alone at the bar. Although, considering how I got there, you're fairly lucky." The GPS's voice rang out a little bit, guiding him through the streets of San Francisco. they were about five minutes away- a rare, traffic-less night in the city.
zurui2 (8/17/11 11:57:15 PM): He laughed a little bit. "Fancy words." He looked up at the ceiling of the car. "I never got a straight answer from you. Are you gay? Cuz if you are, I wanna..." He stopped and squinted, not sure what he wanted to do. "Wanna... Do, something." He blinked a few times at the ceiling, hoping he made some kind of sense.
azuleean (8/18/11 12:00:53 AM): "You seem to be persistent." He tried to avoid the subject, knowing that he would shortly have to give up the ghost. "You are intoxicated, and therefore should not say such things..." He was trying to distract himself. They were at the address, now. "We're here."
zurui2 (8/18/11 12:03:39 AM): "Man! Being intoxicated means you should say things like that! You speak your mind." He hit his hands against the door a few times before his hands found the handle to open it. Upon succeeding to open the door, he stumbled out and shut it behind him, trying to look as I-did-that-on-purpose as possible.
azuleean (8/18/11 12:07:04 AM): "Here, you're not even unbuckled yet..." He reached over and helped him with the seatbelt before undoing his own. He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face a little bit. "And when you're drunk you can say or do things that you don't really mean. I know that for a fact." He rubbed at his shoulder, trying to relieve some of the tension in it.
zurui2 (8/18/11 12:13:29 AM): Jack looked at him solemnly. "Stuff you don't mean, or stuff you wish you didn't mean?" He left it there for a minute before wobbly walking himself over to the front door of the complex, a dark, tall, blockish looking building with square windows.
azuleean (8/18/11 12:20:49 AM): He was about to drive off when he realized that this wasn't his car. And he wasn't as familiar with this part of the city. He got out and locked the car, jogging a little to try and catch up with the other. "Jack!" He called up the stairs, "Your keys!" He caught up quickly, panting a little. Why were there so many stairs?
zurui2 (8/18/11 12:23:32 AM): Jack was fine with taking a little rest to wait for his friend to catch up, leaning against the hand railing with a cool guy kind of pose only a drunk man would attempt. "Thanks, mate. I wouldn't have been able to get into my apartment without them." He still hadn't realized that this meant that Rosiano couldn't get home.
azuleean (8/18/11 12:25:33 AM): "Y-yeah..." His breathing had calmed down now, although his heart was still racing a tiny bit. "Hey, do you know the bus schedule? I'm unfamiliar with this area and I need to get home myself..."
zurui2 (8/18/11 12:27:44 AM): Jack frowned and looked at his watch. "It's like two in the morning! The buses don't start up again for another four hours. Why would you- Oh." He dropped his hand and looked at Rosiano. "Man. Didn't think of that. You're welcome to stay the night, if you like." He continued to walk up the stairs.
azuleean (8/18/11 12:31:26 AM): "Well, I wouldn't want to impose... I mean, I can probably walk... Oh, shit, It's a work day tomorrow..." He was trying to work out the situation in his sleep-deprived mind. In all honesty he was starting to get a little bit of a crush. He took off his glasses and wiped them on the garishly bright shirt.
zurui2 (8/18/11 12:33:16 AM): Jack looked behind him and stopped again. "Where do you work and what time? I'll be well enough to drive you to work in the morning if you like. Well, except that I don't have clothes that would fit you, or that you'd want to wear at all, for that matter. And that collar locks, doesn't it. Huh."
azuleean (8/18/11 12:41:52 AM): "Eh? Ah, yeah, it does... Maybe I'll just call in sick tomorrow. I work at the public library. I haven't taken a sick day in two years, they probably wouldn't mind." He sighed again. "Dammit... honestly, Shawty just had to do this, huh?" He looked towards Jack with his glasses off. His eyes seemed much brighter without the lenses covering them. "I suppose I shall take you up on your offer."
zurui2 (8/18/11 12:44:17 AM): Jack grinned like a kid on Christmas morning. "Awesome! But, man, two years? I think, I haven't shown up for work in that long. I can't imagine going to work now." He laughed and continued up the stairs. The effects of the alcohol were wearing off. He had to continue to act drunk though, to avoid suspicion. He continued to be uncertain in his steps and slur his words. Maybe a house guest was a bad idea. Too late now.
azuleean (8/18/11 12:50:21 AM): "I rather enjoy my job. It's relaxing. And I probably should stay with you, just to make sure you don't injure yourself." He coughed, bringing his hand over his face to hide his blush.
azuleean (8/18/11 12:53:06 AM): He put his hand on Jack's shoulder quickly to steady him as he stumbled.
zurui2 (8/18/11 12:53:22 AM): Jack got to the third floor and walked down a hallway, then stared at the doorknob to his apartment for a good while, pretending to have forgotten how to open it. He hesitantly reached forward and turned the knob, but then appeared to have remembered that it needed to be unlocked.
azuleean (8/18/11 12:54:43 AM): "Here." He reached in front of him, putting the keys into the lock before handing them back to him. "Better?"
azuleean (8/18/11 12:58:33 AM): He had unknowingly come very close to Jack's face with his own.
zurui2 (8/18/11 1:01:04 AM): Jack couldn't resist, and gave Rosiano a quick peck on the cheek before grinned and opening the door to go inside. It was a very large, one room apartment with windows on two walls, the opposite one and the one to the right. On the left there was another door on the wall, along with a couch, TV, and stack of video games. By a window on the opposite wall there sat a grand piano, it looked well taken care of and had a black cover over it at the present time. There was also a cello next to the piano and a flute resting on a table near the same window. On the right there was a large bed and a small kitchen on the wall. A stove, oven, microwave, and fridge. It didn't look like he used it much. There were also trunks and dressers around the room for storage. It seemed a little haphazard.
azuleean (8/18/11 1:02:14 AM): Rosiano blushed and stuttered for a second, from the shock of the kiss and the sheer elegance of the room in front of him. "Holy shit."
zurui2 (8/18/11 1:05:10 AM): Jack looked around and sighed. "This is my entire life in these four walls. Welcome! The bathroom is through that door." He pointed out the only other door. He gestured toward the instruments. "If you play, you're welcome to. They're all clean and tuned. I rarely get to hear anyone but myself play." He walked to his bed and took his shoes off, preferring to be barefoot at home despite the concrete floor.
azuleean (8/18/11 1:11:17 AM): "That's the nicest piano I've ever seen..." He left his shoes by the door, going over to look at it. He sat down, figuring, hey, he was invited to after all, and he began to play Gymnopeide no. 2 by Eric Satie.
zurui2 (8/18/11 1:13:57 AM): Jack grinned, "I had to take the window out and hire a crane to get it up here." He started walking toward the fridge, but when Rosiano started playing, he stopped in his tracks, closed his eyes, and listened. Indeed, it had been forever since he'd heard the piano played by someone else. It was therapeutic.
azuleean (8/18/11 1:20:39 AM): "I taught myself how to play. I never had enough money for real lessons as a kid." He contiued to play, the sweet notes melding into a much darker song suddenly.
azuleean (8/18/11 1:21:53 AM): He was intensely focused, his eyes seeming to go darker as well.
zurui2 (8/18/11 1:22:42 AM): Jack continued to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, then went to the piano and took the cover completely off and opened up the top of the piano to make the sound clearer. He also liked to watch the little hammers hit the strings while someone played. He stood and listened, sipping water. He didn't dare speak.
azuleean (8/18/11 1:24:13 AM): He was entirely intertwined with the music, focusing on the speed, how loud the notes were, pouring emotion into it. As the song ended, he realized he had forgotten to breath again and gasped.
azuleean (8/18/11 1:26:55 AM): "U-uhm... So, yeah..." He blushed and turned his face away, looking out the window. "Great view you have here."
zurui2 (8/18/11 1:27:31 AM): Jack's mouth was hanging open a little by this point. "Congratulations," he muttered, "you just found a place in my heart." He drank the rest of his water, hoping to avoid a hangover. "You're welcome to, no, it would honor me if you came around more often to play after tonight." He grinned and then realized he wasn't acting that drunk. He hoped Rosiano hadn't noticed. It would be awkward to try to think of an excuse for his quick recovery.
azuleean (8/18/11 1:30:28 AM): "Um, well, if I have the time..." Rosiano had indeed noticed, but pretended not to. "Sorry, I would have played better if it weren't so late..." He then realized what the first thing Jack had said was. "Wait heart fuck what now?"
zurui2 (8/18/11 1:32:52 AM): Jack laughed and turned around to go back toward the fridge. "Too sudden? It's fine. We just met. It's just, wow, I didn't know you could play. I mean, I hadn't expected to know everything about you after only, what? A couple hours? Do you want a water?" He opened the fridge and pulled another bottle of water out, about to grab two if he wanted one.
azuleean (8/18/11 1:36:21 AM): "Yeah, thanks. I haven't had a lot to drink today, so..." His head still felt a little numb. A place... in his heart? He blushed again.
zurui2 (8/18/11 1:40:11 AM): Jack grabbed a second water and walked back, handing one to Rosiano. He decided to share the piano bench, and scooted up close next to him. "I've been playing for a long, long time, but I fear I can't improve any more. I've, tried to write songs of my own, but they never sound right to me. I could show you binders upon binders of music sheets with penciled notes." He gestured toward the nearest trunk.
azuleean (8/18/11 1:44:58 AM): "Well, I don't think that means you've hit your limit. Maybe I could help you. But not right now- I'm a little out of it. The tiredness is getting to me." His heart was pounding as he accepted the water bottle.
zurui2 (8/18/11 1:50:45 AM): "So, the couch is a love seat, so if you wanted to sleep there you wouldn't be able to stretch out. My bed is a king though, so we would each have enough room. Unless you wanted to like, cuddle..." His voice trailed off at the end, he kind of hoped it was too quiet for Rosiano to hear. He got up and put the top back down on the piano, then put the cover back on. He ran his hand along the edge lovingly and started walking toward the bathroom. "I'll be back in a minute." He tried to walk calmly, but he could feel the familiar pain in the back of his head that made him want to quicken his step. Once inside the bathroom, he grabbed inside a drawer for a syringe, then jabbed the thing into his arm and he sank to his knees on the floor. The pain subsided quickly and he panted. Now would not be a good time to allow his other self to come out, not with a guest. That wouldn't end well.
azuleean (8/18/11 1:59:33 AM): At the thought of sharing the double bed, Rosiano started to think. His thoughts, thankfully he was alone in the room now, turned to a darker variety. He blushed, his pants starting to become uncomfortable. He finished the water and stood up, attempting to locate a waste bin of some sort.
zurui2 (8/18/11 2:03:26 AM): There was a trash bin next to the stove, completely empty. Either Jack rarely had trash, or he emptied it recently. Inside the bathroom, he was calming down from a rather large dose of heroin, his current drug of choice for staying sane. Of course, there was no guarantee that letting himself go was going to have any particularly bad repercussions, it would just be really awkward to explain to a house guest that he could become a different person at any time. He disposed of the syringe and stood up to look at himself in the mirror. "You're disgusting." he said to himself before exiting the bathroom.
azuleean (8/18/11 6:02:36 PM): As Jack came back into the room, Rosiano noticed he looked somewhat different. "Hey, are you okay? You look exhausted... We really should get to sleep soon." He looked at his watch, wincing at how late it was.
zurui2 (8/18/11 6:06:29 PM): Jack rubbed a hand down his face, playing into the "exhausted" idea. "Yeah. So, are you going to take the love seat or be brave and share the bed with me?" He walked to his bed and nearly took his shirt off, but upon remembering the scars on his back and chest from bullets and other such things, decided not to. He normally slept naked, but with a guest he had to figure things out again entirely.
azuleean (8/18/11 6:23:37 PM): "W-well... Ah..." He blushed, seeing Jack's scars. "How... did you get those?"
zurui2 (8/18/11 6:26:17 PM): Jack pulled his shirt back down. "They're nothing don't worry about it." he said gruffly before taking his pants off. He could deal with sleeping in boxers and a shirt. "I don't think what you're wearing is going to be very comfortable to sleep in... Uh..." He walked to a dresser and pulled a drawer open to rifle around in it looking for something more comfortable. He didn't have much to wear at all.
azuleean (8/18/11 6:31:29 PM): He blushed, looking away. He already had a little bit of a reaction just from the thought of sleeping in the same bed. "W-well... Ah... It's okay. I can just sleep in these."
zurui2 (8/18/11 6:34:10 PM): Jack laughed, "No way! You're a guest. I'll find something for you to wear. Here!" he found a rather large grey t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Both were clean, amazingly. He rather wore either, since the boxers were a little on the small side. "Besides, there's no way I could resist you if you went to sleep next to me wearing that lacy underwear of yours. This is partially for your protection!" He shot Rosiano a devilish grin, then put the shirt and boxers on a bedside table for him.
azuleean (8/18/11 6:38:12 PM): "Wait, my what?" He pulled his pants away from his hip, finding that there WAS a lacy pair of underwear on him. It must have been Ivan's idea. He blushed, a little slack jawed from the embarrassment. "Then... I'll take you up... on your offer..."
zurui2 (8/18/11 6:40:19 PM): Jack laughed and looked fondly on Rosiano's blush. "Blush looks good on you. Cute." He rubbed his arm where the needle pierced his skin before. It was starting to hurt, no doubt it was red under his shirt. Another reason to remain clothed.
azuleean (8/18/11 6:44:11 PM): He did his best to ignore the comment. "Hey, is your arm okay?" He reached out and gently grabbed him by the wrist, already peeling back the sleeve.
zurui2 (8/18/11 6:46:54 PM): Jack's eyes widened and he panicked, but knew that pulling away was going to cause for suspicion. A distraction was what he needed. He used Rosiano's grip on his wrist to pull him closer, putting his other arm around the man's shoulders and kissing him gently on the lips while he was probably still reeling. Distraction complete.
azuleean (8/18/11 6:52:01 PM): His eyes widened, pupils dilating. He felt his heart racing, warm lips against his. He relaxed into it, his knees a little weak. He felt their crotches bump together, which brought him back to his senses. Pulling away, he took a shuddering breath. "What... what the hell was that...?"
zurui2 (8/18/11 6:54:21 PM): Jack smiled kindly. "Oh, don't hurt my feelings and act like you didn't enjoy that. I couldn't resist myself, you've been blushing pretty constantly for the past hour or more."
azuleean (8/18/11 6:55:39 PM): "Ababadabada..." He stuttered over his words, his mind and mouth failing to work properly.
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