Surprisingly enough, that night the families ended up going to be rather early that night. The elders of the two families were glad for it, considering it is summer and the younger kids thought that sugar, late night TV, and sleeping in meant everything. Before bed, both Jackson and Sam apologized to Rowan and the others for being rude at the dinner table. Rowan had nodded his head in approval though the look on his face held pure delight at them actually apologizing. Robert and Liottie are sweet enough to read to Timberly, though she claimed she is a big girl and didn't need it. Of course, this ended up causing a commotion with Jackson who demanded that Rowan read him a story as well. Rowan had sighed gustily and gave his younger brother a stern glare before Jackson said 'please' and Rowan told him a traditional Hawaiian story. Surprisingly, the picky boy enjoyed the story immensely and listened intently to the whole thing. After the story was done, he fell asleep within minutes.
"The end of today was very hectic," Rowan as he pulled on a pair of blue short-shorts. Pink cherries decorated the light blue cotton shorts, hence why Jamie-o bought them for his lover.
"Only a little bit babe," Jamie-o replied while eyeing up his lovers bare olive torso. Jamie-o frowned when he saw what looked like someone's initials carved into Rowan's left shoulder blade, right below a section of his tattoo.
"Sure, I'll go with that," Rowan said with a sarcastic chuckle.
"Hey, Jubes?" Jamie-o asked, coming up behind the smaller male to nibble on an exposed shoulder, his big hands secured themselves at Rowan's slender hips, gripping tightly. Again, Rowan didn't really like getting topless in front of him, regardless of wearing something like wife beaters that tended to expose a lot of skin. Most of Rowan's scars were easily covered up by tee-shirts or other tops, the ones on his arms and hands were easily explained away as accidents or being homeless.
"Yeah Jockstrap?" Rowan replied teasingly. It was an insult from when they first met, though now it is an on going joke between them. Jamie-o kissed Rowan's slender neck before replying the submissive male.
"Who's initials are these?" Jamie-o asked softly before kissing Rowan's soft skin again. Rowan, who had been snuggling back into Jamie-o's embrace, stiffened greatly and hunched forward slightly. In the time that they had know each other, they had never really been tense around each other, ever. Their personalities, though vastly different, meshed surprisingly well with each other. They had always been, comfortable, with each other if anything else. So, the day they began dating, Rowan never stiffened or tensed when Jamie-o touched him.
"I, I don't know what you're talking about," Rowan said, just as quietly, though he stuttered. Jamie-o frowned deeply at the back of Rowan's head before kissing the drag queen's shoulder again.
"In all of the time that I've known you, you have never lied to or kept things from me before. Please don't start doing it now," Jamie-o said sternly. Rowan looked off to the side and kept quiet for a few long moments.
"It's not safe for people like me on the streets, especially in New York. So, one day, I got myself arrested for a place to sleep and some food. My cell met in juvie carved them there cause he was tough shit," Rowan replied, crossing his arms while he did so. Jamie-o let out a soft snarl as he buried his face in Rowan's slender neck.
"He thought I was his bitch, though he didn't really understand that particular concept. He never really touched me, especially since I hid in the kitchens the most," Rowan said with a sigh.
"Did you tell anyone?" Jamie-o asked, pulling his face away.
"I tried to tell one of the guards, but he said to be good jail bate and take it like the slut I was. I was barely fifteen at the time. Though, Juvie is where I met Tyron," Rowan said with a grin.
"Who?" Jamie-o asked in curiosity.
"My dear friend 'Lana' sweetie," Rowan replied with a joyful laugh.
"Shit, Really?" Jamie-o replied in surprise.
"Yup," Rowan replied.
"How the hell does someone who's 6'7' pass himself off in drag?" Jamie-o asked, completely surprised.
"He isn't one, though he is on the pink side of the force," Rowan replied with a grin.
"Pink side...?" Jamie-o asked in awe.
"Gay term and star wars reference mushed together," Rowan replied easily.
"Pfft, next you'll be sproutin' z files shit," Jamie-o grumbled out, nuzzling Rowan's head after he had straightened his body.
"No, that'd be Sammy that do that love," Rowan replied with a snicker.
"Great, now I'll have to hear about it from him too," Jamie-o said with a groan. Rowan snickered at his lover, the decently pleasant sound like the gentle tinkle of wind chimes.
"Sammy doesn't obsess that bad, he just really likes the show is all," Rowan replied, finally relaxing again.
"You're relaxing, that's good. Did, did that guy ever touch you? Sexually I mean?" Jamie-o asked, arms sliding around Rowan's waist and tightening pleasantly. Rowan cursed silently, pissed that Jamie-o remembered their earlier conversation.
"He, he made touch him once, It's no big deal, really. Worse happens all the time in jail," Rowan said with an elegant shrug.
"Fuck, I'll kill 'em. Are you absolutely sure about tomorrow?" Jamie-o asked, not willing to hurt his lover. Rowan turned in the larger mans arms and wrapped his slender around his neck. The petit male stood up on his toes and kissed Jamie-o slow and sweet, before pulling back to answer.
"I told you, I will only give my virginity to someone special. Your special Jamie, never forget that. Lana made sure I was safe and help me work it out in vent sessions. I want you Jamie-o Johansson, don't forget that," Rowan said. Jamie-o smiled softly and kissed his lover again. Jamie-o smiled softly and kissed his lover again.
"Love you," Jamie-o said when he pulled back.
"Love you more," Rowan replied, a warm smiled creeping onto his full mouth. Jamie-o smiled back and cuddled the smaller male to him. If his friends could see him now, they would have made fun of him for days.
"Come on babe, lets sleep," Jamie-o said, pulling away and dragging the petit male to bed.
"But I don't have a shirt on," Rowan whined out as Jamie-o dragged him to bed.
"I wanna feel your skin baby," Jamie-o husked out. Rowan blushed heartily, feeling embarrassed at his older lovers words.
"O-okay," Rowan replied. As they were about to kiss again, the door flew open and slammed against the wall.
"Gerald and Arnold are talking about Phoebe and Helga, I'm sleeping in here tonight," Jackson said as he dragged his pillow and blanket behind him.
"Oh, my, God," Rowan said, slumping against Jamie-o in embarrassment.
"What are you two doing?" Jackson asked, dark eyebrow raised. Both adults let out twin groans of pain before going over to the bed and flopping down on to it.
"Wait, where am I sleeping? Why'd you groan like that? Brother, you need to get into your night cloths," Jackson harped at them. Both groaned again and curled around each other for protection. Jamie-o pointed to the floor, muttering about the boy using the floor. Jackson huffed and pouted at the two of them, ready to through the fit of a life time. He wanted to cuddle with Rowan and he was going to do it in any way possible. Jamie-o and Rowan groaned in annoyance again, shooting each other desperate looks