It took me a while to get inspired for this one and to be honest I kind of force it. Hopefully, next one will be better. Anyway, thanks for the reviews guys, I really appreciate them to no end.
ChApTeR 2
Quirking his lips into a slight grimace, Jay took a scrutinizing look at his reflection through the long mirror at the back of his bathroom's door and frowned aggravated, his clear blue eyes showing nothing but displeasure.
The truth was that he wasn't very happy with what he was seeing; he needed a shave, he didn't like the shirt he just put on and he looked too pale. So no, he didn't like what he was seeing at all.
The shirt he could change quickly, but what he really wished was for a little more time to at least get a good shave. But that was near impossible, he was operating against the clock and he didn't want Chris to arrive and find him completely unprepared.
At least he managed to get a shower and that was better than nothing.
"Well, don't complain, this is your own damn fault." He said to himself in an exasperated whisper. "If it wasn't because you opened your mouth without thinking, you wouldn't be in this situation to begin with."
It all began about half an hour ago when he received a call from Chris; it wasn't the first one he got since the night they kissed so he didn't think much of it. Above anything, Chris was his friend and they always kept in touch. Anyway, when Chris called him that day and asked his mandatory, 'what are you doing today?', Jay found himself in the need to lie.
He wasn't doing anything that day, his plan consisted on sitting on his favorite reclining chair, watch ESPN and doze off out of boredom. But he wasn't going to say that to Chris because honestly, the last thing he wanted to look like in the eyes of Chris Irvine was boring.
So, he did what everyone in his place would have done; he lied. He told Chris that he was actually getting prepared to go to an art expo in town, then he was going to meet some friends for dinner and take on from there. In his mind it sounded good, maybe a Salvador Dalí art exposition wasn't as exciting as the wild parties the lead singer of Fozzy was used to go, but at least it would give Chris the impression that he wasn't the sore pathetic man that he was being that day.
So yeah, to Jay it sounded good, all until Chris told him that he was glad that he got him before he left because he was going to join him.
Now, he hadn't been expecting that, after all Chris was in the middle of his Undisputed Tour; he was making tons of appearances, singing books all over the country, doing interviews… he was overall too busy and the last thing Jay imagined was that he was going to come over to his place.
That right there gave him two problems. Number one, he needed to prepare before Chris got there and two, he was going to actually face Chris for the first time since the night they kissed and for some reason that made him ridiculously nervous.
He wanted to look good, he wanted to act cool and he was failing miserably in both before Chris even got there! It was just awful and he was actually dreading the meeting.
Back to that cold night in Toronto, the two friends had walked back to the place they were staying and the incident wasn't mentioned. It was awkward, but because it was his brother's place where they were staying, it would have been even more awkward to talk about it or worse, act on it. The following morning Chris' took an early flight back home to begin his tour and Jay spent the next few days visiting family and musing about what happened between him and Chris.
They never really talked about it and now he didn't know what would happen. Will Chris want to talk about it or would he want to repeat it? He wasn't sure and uncertainty was what made him nervous.
"Oh, but if it wasn't because you lied, you would be facing just one problem instead of two."
Knitting his brows, he lifted his hand to the top of his white shirt and started to unbutton it. If there was no time to shave at least he wanted to change into something more casual; he didn't want Chris to think that he was dressing to impress him… or something.
But then, before he could take it off, he heard a knock on the door and he cursed under his breath. That was too fast, Chris should have told him he was coming over with a few days' notice, that way he would have prepare better and put his mind in order.
No time for that now, so he buttoned back his shirt and walked out to open the door.
It was Chris alright, and the first thing he noticed was that he was nicely shaved. Damn! Now he would have no choice but to excuse himself, go back into the bathroom and shave too.
"Hey you, looking nice." The older man said with a big smile that reached all the way to his cobalt blue eyes as he scanned Jay from head to toe. He seemed more like himself that the last time they saw each other and Jay wondered what was with him back on that day.
Other thing that he was looking was great. He always did so that was beyond the point; but that night he couldn't help but to appreciate him from a different perspective.
"Hey yourself; nice scarf you got there, it looks very metro." He said in his most cool and bemused tone of voice. He didn't want the other man to know he was antsy as never before.
Chris laughed, walking inside as he grabbed one of the edges of his scarf. "This isn't metro, you assclown, the fact that we are going to and art expo is."
Lifting a hand to his jaw, Jay arched an eyebrow and snorted. "What a dork, appreciating art isn't metro, it just feeds the intellect in you. You should try it more often, you know, just saying."
"My intellect is just fine, thank you." Chris said, standing right in front of the younger of the two as he stared directly into his eyes.
Jay closed the door just to focus on something other than the way Chris was looking at him, but the truth was that trying not to think about it was pointless. His presence was too strong for him to ignore; add to that the fact that he was close enough for him to notice the glint on his eyes and that was it, there was nothing besides him that he could think of.
"So," He breathed out, shaking his head to re-organize his thoughts. "How was the tour?"
"It was good, but I'm glad that's over, there' only so much my mind can take. Did you get your copy?"
"I did." Not only did he get it, but he already read the entire book in one day… yeah, the joys of being out with an injury. "It was a very good read, but I noticed that my copy wasn't signed, what's up with that?"
"You should have done like everyone else, hambone. You should have gone to a signing and it would have been my pleasure to sign it."
"Oh, so that's how it is now? Adam sent him his book already signed."
Chris shook his head and smirked, "To be completely honest, I spent a whole day thinking about what to write and at the end I sent it like it was. But I'll sign it; you can be sure about it. Oh, and I'll sign it way more better than Adam."
"Okay." Jay replied, unable to hold the smile that broke pass his lips. "But anyways, I'm almost done, I just need to shave and we are good to go. Oh, and by the way, I cancelled dinner with friends so if you want to do something else I'm up for it."
Chris rested his weight against the closed door and pushed the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "You didn't have to cancel with them."
Jay shrugged. "I know, but I can have dinner with them any time of the week, so…"
"So you wanted to get me all for yourself." Chris said, a smirk forming on his lips and he stared at Jay intently.
"Well, I was thinking that I don't know, maybe you would rather not be with a bunch of strangers in your day off." He lied, refusing to admit that he wasn't going to meet with his friends to begin with.
"I wouldn't have mind, I do that almost every day of my life and since they are your friends I know I would have liked them."
Jay nodded, "Well, next time I know that you don't mind. Right now I can call them, but you know, I can't cancel with them and then call them telling them that I changed my mind…" He said, and when he realized that he was rambling he shut his mouth. "So…"
Tilting his head to the side, Chris curved the corner of his lips into a smile. "Don't shave, you look good like that."
Snorting, Jay walked away from the door and got into his kitchen, putting some distance between himself and his friend. "Right, I look good if I were a hobo." He opened his fridge, scanned it and besides one beer and juice he found nothing else. "Do you want something, I have beer and orange juice, I know it's not your precious GG but I think it would do."
With that said he took out the beer for Chris and the juice for himself, pouring it in a glass and gulping it down. He would have taken the beer, but knowing that was probably going to be Chris' choice, he saved it for him.
After he made the offer, Chris walked towards the kitchen as well, looking down to the beer on the counter and smiling. "Thanks, but I think I rather have some juice."
Jay frowned and faked a double take, "Really?" He asked, taking out another glass to serve him.
"Yeah, I mean it's good, isn't it?"
Jay shrugged and looked at the container. It was just regular orange juice, a hundred percent natural. "Sure, I guess."
Chris chuckled. "See, you hesitated, I bet it tastes like crap."
"No it doesn't, oh but you probably are used of drinking it with vodka so what would you know?"
Chris didn't seem to mind what Jay said and he just walked to him, grabbed the glass and put it over the counter. Then he got way too close to the younger man and smirked, his eyes locking up to his. "There are other ways I rather taste orange juice than with vodka, or from a glass." He said casually, his voice low and alluring.
Jay looked down on him and held his breath for a few seconds. "Really? How's that?" He replied in a tone that he could barely recognize as his own.
Were they flirting? He wasn't sure, but Chris' eyes remained on his and he held the stare, blue eyes on blue eyes as a tingling sensation began to form in the pit of his stomach.
What was going on between them? Last time they meet they kissed, and now as they stood in the middle of his kitchen, he was practically praying so that the other man would lean forward to kiss him once more.
And Chris did just that, he closed the distance that separated them and pressed his lips to his pliant ones. Upon the contact, Jay parted his lips and granted him entrance, opportunity that Chris took to slide in, swept his tongue against his before pulling back.
What was going on between them? Because whatever it was, Jay liked it.
"You were right, it is good."
Jay sucked into his mouth his bottom lip and cleared his throat, watching as Chris remained in place.
"In fact, if I knew it was that good I would have tasted it a long time ago,"
"The juice?" He asked and Chris laughed, taking a few steps back so he could look at him better.
"Jay, do you remember last night we meet?"
He chuckled. "Yeah." What a question, of course he remembered it. In fact, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
"Good, and what did I told you that night?"
"That I talked to much?" He said, his eyes widening. Was he talking too much, he didn't think so.
"That wasn't it, I told you that you never learn. Come on, let's get out of here, I already know where I want to go after your art expo, and Jay, trust me on this one, you are going to love it."
TBC