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 Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 7:26 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
[ the next morning ]
The light touched a small piece of Jack’s face that wasn’t completely buried under the mountain of blankets on the bed. He stirred slightly, squirming away from the light that had brushed against his eyes, trying to fall back asleep. He almost made it too, but now that he was even partially conscious he realized he was boiling. In an attempt to warm Kaito the night before he’d piled every available blanket onto the bed and that combined with the warmth of another human body was too much for the redhead. He very carefully began to untwine himself from Kaito and slid into a sitting position. He examined the still sleeping blue haired male beside him, fingertips brushing over the skin to make sure it was warm and that Kaito was no longer shivering.
Then he stretched, trying to force incredibly messed up hair out of his eyes and back into its usual place with limited success. He slid off the bed, keeping an eye on Kaito as he did so. Jack was not a naturally calm or graceful person, but neither was he much of a morning creature and the two combined at least balanced the boy out into someone who could cross a room without sounding like a herd of elephants. Between the blood loss and the workout from the day before he wouldn’t be surprised if Kaito didn’t wake up for a long time and he probably needed it, even if that meant Jack had to find his own entertainment.
He slid the door to the balcony back open and wandered to the edge. He looked straight down with a faint grin, enjoying the almost dizzy sensation that settled over him from the vertigo before the feeling faded. Jack liked being up high, always had. As tall as the building was, it meant he could feel a strong wind even when there was probably a lot less of it below. This close to the ocean it still smelled of salt water and open sky along with the less pleasant smells of the city in general. The distant rush of cars and honking horns down below gradually filtered up to his ears as he relaxed, elbows on the railing as he stared out over the city.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 7:41 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world  To many years of a very specialized education had the blue haired male drifting towards awareness as soon as the bed shifted. Normally he would have snapped awake quickly, but his body was sore and pushed to its limit so he simply floated towards it while being aware of the noises around him. The bed squeaking, fingertips brushing his finally warm flesh, and then the sound of Jack moving around the room.
Pain pulsed through his arm, finally aware of it has he'd surfaced from the darkness as he'd come to terms with both the fact that Jack was there and that the lighter WASN'T. He still felt a deep need for the boy known as Robin to vanish from the face of the planet, but now he could settle with knowing he died and not having to do it himself. He wouldn't involve Jack in it.
Slowly, even with his body, he came aware enough to not be able to handle the heat of the blankets any more. It prompted a sluggish movement from under the covers that ended with a tousle haired heir wiggling free and resting his back against the headboard rather than move any further. He flexed his fingers in the sling that was holding his arm in place for an experiment and felt his muscles strain at the movement so let his hand fall limp once more.
His blue eyes slowly opened and turned naturally towards the window to take in the red-head staring out over the city with his arms on the railing. The pain pulsed briefly before he pushed it away. Jack was still here, he hadn't left, and that in a way doomed him. Kaito wasn't GOING to let go now. A faint touch of a smile pulled at the corner of his lip before he closed his eyes again and sank behind his usual barriers.
"Did that steak ever make it?"Kaito asked in his usual tones, not opening his eyes but keeping his face turned towards the sunlight coming just into the balcony. Early morning, very early morning.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 8:02 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack wasn’t aware of the movement behind him at first. With the wind whipping around his head and the distance between the bed and the edge of the balcony he would have needed ears that hadn’t been softened by music played too loud to have any hope of that. He wasn’t paying attention either, fairly convinced of Kaito’s unconscious state remaining that way for a good deal longer. He’d actually been trying to decide what to do with himself in the meantime.
The hotel probably had the ability to send up some kind of video game console and a set of headphones. If he could just suppress his natural urge to shout at the screen as he played, it might be a quiet enough activity to get away with. Jack did a quick mental calculation on how well attempting to control himself had worked lately and immediately gave up that idea. No video games. A movie? Maybe he could just send for a pack of cards and drive himself crazy with solitaire for a while. Or throw ice off the roof onto pedestrians. This last idea did have a certain appeal…
But those below were saved from the unexpected hail by Kaito’s voice. Jack’s head immediately turned to focus on it, grin widening as he heard the familiar tones. He swung his body around and sauntered back into the room, sliding closed the balcony door behind him to keep out the early morning chill. See? Common sense. It was there somewhere under the mass of red hair.
“Oh yeah, it's in the minifridge,” Jack smirked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed so that his feet were still hanging off the edge but his upper body was twisted to see Kaito. “I just knew the first thing you’d want when you woke up was a day old steak.” Jack had no idea what had ever happened to room service. They’d probably knocked on the door next to them for fifteen minutes while the two boys were asleep. They must have been pretty well passed out for both of them to have missed the noise.
He leaned in and kissed Kaito very softly. He had no idea why he was hesitating now but… damn it, he just needed a small sign that this was still alright and he didn’t want to have to ask for it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 10:29 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world The blue haired male didn't move, letting his ears tell him what Jack was doing as he moved back into the room and closed the doors. It cut off the soft sounds of traffic that had reached even this high up. He only lifted his eyes to reveal the blue orbs when the bed dipped and announced the red-head's presence. He found him instantly with empty eyes, a trace of what might have been wariness in the back of them. Lighting faintly towards amusement at his comment on the steak.
"I'd settle for a month old steak at this point."Kaito drawled, his tone only slightly strained. It was almost as if he was testing out the relationship again, unsure where they stood now. Not quite willing to accept the feeling of unease or a chance he might not be fully confident in something. He stiffened naturally when the red-head crossed his personal space only to relax when he pressed a soft kiss against his lips. His good hand catching Jack's and pulling him back toward him for another soft kiss, this one a little bit of an apology as well as forgiveness before he leaned back against the headboard once more. His hand still holding the red-head as he sagged slightly, eyes falling closed. He was trying to decide if loosing Jack's spot there was worth getting food. Their plan was also scheduled in a few hours so they'd need to get moving for that as well...
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 11:07 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack pressed on even when he felt Kaito tense, telling himself it wasn't an answer, just Kaito's natural reaction. And he was rewarded when the kiss was returned, a warm hand pulling him back and holding him there. Jack had always been better at body language than word and he read the apology and forgiveness in the touch far better than he would in any written note or spoken line. He let out a relieved breath and came say with a grin as the other boy leaned back again. Even if they'd fought and screwed up and basically dragged eachother through hell and back over the past coupe of days, none of it had touched on rings Jack couldn't forgive. The temper came with a short fuse, but his attentionspan for staying mad was fairly thin as well. Short of betrayal, a sin he counted among Robin's, Jack found it very easy to go back to being pleased and smug after being upset.
"I'll tell them to check the dumpster," the redhead mock promised. He eyed the phone and then looked down at the hand holding his, apparently going through the possibilities. He was tempted for a moment to just pick Kaito up and carry him again but that seemed more dangerous to the injury than he wanted to risk.
Instead a smirk crept up his lips and he inched nearer the other male with a faint murmured purr. He moved suddenly, straddling Kaito's lap without bumping the cast, and nipped him on the neck in a small sharp bite. He used the distraction to tug his hand away and leap off the bed, sauntering over to the phone.
He remember to specify the room this time as he ordered another steak and a couple of muffins.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 8:32 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world The blue haired heir relaxed, the small traces of distance he was already building fading under the sound of the soft sigh that had come from Jack. At least with everything they managed to forgive each other well enough. Kaito still wasn't sure how or why this particular relationship existed. He certainly hadn't wanted it and he doubted Jack did either, yet they were both well and truly caught. It was hard to fight that when you spent the night hiding from the pain because Jack might still be in love with someone else. That and the painful pulse from his arm told enough of a story. He'd gotten in a fight over it...he'd thrown the first punch. THAT was a part of that story he wasn't going to be sharing with his red-head.
"I knew there was something wrong with your food choices."Kaito drawled his voice loosing the last touch of hesitancy into his usual flat tones with a touch of amusement lurking in the back, hard to pick up. He did this all without opening his eyes, he was feeling the effects of his actions last night and while awake he wasn't exactly 'awake'. That changed when Jack was suddenly straddling his lap. The slate blue snapping open and seeing only red as the other male leaned forward and bit his neck. He couldn't curb the reaction to jerk his hips on a strangled gasp as he snapped his mouth closed to avoid letting the sound get any MORE embarrassing.
While he was doing so Jack was already off his lap and walking across the room. And THAT was why he was still here, why an impossible relationship was being given a chance to work. Because somehow Jack had the key to every reaction he never thought he'd have. The blue haired male sighed and shook his head, using his good hand to run through the still messy blue strands. He was going to have to get up here soon and start getting ready so they could get to the airport...maybe after the breakfast Jack ordered.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 2:13 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack really, really wanted Kaito to not be injured and his reasons were no longer completely altruistic. If the game hadn’t been to slip away from Kaito, he wouldn’t have been able to pull himself out of that bed. Not after that kind of a reaction. The contrast between that suppressed sound and the deadness of the night before was so sharp he could easily cut himself on it and would do so a thousand times if Kaito kept making pressing close so worth the sting. He was going to have to be careful to remember Kaito’s arm was hurt and the injury needed to not be jostled with, er, activities of one kind of another. And when that thought did nothing but present him with an image of the heir with his hand tied to something so it couldn’t accidentally be moved, Jack found himself wanting to just bang his own head against the wall for a few hours until his own brain gave up torturing him.
Despite his distracted state, Jack managed to complete the order, adding on orange juice because that was what his mother had shoved down his throat whenever he was sick, and hung up. He turned back to the bed and the lips curled a little more. “You look good like that,” Jack couldn’t help grinning as he moved back towards the bed. And look in his eyes said it was not an idle compliment. Kaito half naked in bed with messy hair and skin still a tad pink from being under a mountain of blankets? Jack was in so much trouble. He would have followed the blue haired boy straight off the balcony at the moment. Even with the universe doing its best to warn him against it, even throwing a long absent Robin in his face, he couldn’t do a damn thing against it. Kaito was his for good or bad. He just…. didn’t want to break him. Kaito had proven himself fragile under the cold, hard exterior. Sure, fragile in a way that ended with other people as greasy smears on the sidewalk, but fragile nonetheless.
Which boiled everything down to Jack putting up with mostly behaving himself for a while. Damn it. The blue eyed boy had better add the ability to heal quickly to his arsenal of talents. The redhead flopped back down on the bed. If he couldn’t spend the time trying to see what other sounds he could tempt out of those lips he was at least going to be close to him. If Kaito thought Jack had hovered before, he was going to find the violet eyed boy on him like glue until those stitches came out.
He settled his head in the other male’s lap, laying sideways on the bed so he could watch him. “You can sleep until the food gets here you know,” he pointed out quietly. Though if he did fall asleep, Jack had no intention of waking him when room service arrived. They could make steaks that didn’t get eaten every half hour for all Jack cared.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 5:09 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world "Half dead?"Kaito drawled, but only after a minute. His first reaction to the look, the smirk, and the words had been his blue eyes going slightly wide with shock before a soft blush chased its way across his cheeks. He knew he looked good, he'd been complimented on it enough times in his life, but it had always been when he was dressed and ready for the day. Not sitting in rumpled boxers, only, with his hair sleep tousled and one arm in a sling. THAT was new and hence the reaction. He ran a hand through his hair with a jerk that showed he was a little embarrassed by the compliment.
Then again he could understand...Jack wasn't in a much better state and he was having a reaction to it that was so rare for him it had only come from one person in his life. He bent a leg and looped his good arm around it casually before changing his line of thinking, and shifting his eyes towards the balcony. Plan in a few hours, food in a few minutes, things to remember. NOT what he'd been thinking for a second there with Jacki walking towards the bed with a look that someone else might have interpreted as his having just tumbled out of it. Which only brought images of why he'd have been IN it getting messy. Basically it was better not to think. At least not about Jack.
That got particularly difficult when the red-head settled back into bed and shifted himself around so his head was in his lap to be able to watch him. The boxers would do NOTHING to distract from Kaito's reaction to Jack's presence. Wait...boxers? Blinking slowly the blue haired male tipped his head and touched his boxers with his good hand before arching an eyebrow and turning his gaze towards his roommate with an arc look in his blue orbs. His memories last night WERE a little fuzzy but he was fairly sure...
"I recall being DRESSED last night."he drawled, his tone containing enough sarcasm to get his point across, but the faint touch of what might have been another blush took a little of the bite from it. He might be tired still, but he had to stay awake to get ready to return to school and because in some small way it meant more time between just the two of them. He wasn't used to feeling slightly un-confident and a little clingy. It was simply he didn't trust taking Jack into public now and his possessive level had risen. Never a good thing. He was trying not to let it show to the red-head. He was going for looking no different than usual, which should be easy given he was a human icicle normally.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 5:42 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
The words steered Jack’s mind back towards the conversation and out of the realm of fantasy, pleasant though it was. His eyes traced over the start of a blush that appeared and vanished almost as soon as it had come. “Disheveled,” he corrected with a touch of purr. After all, one didn’t see Kaito like that often. Or practically at all. Even when he’d been dressed completely casually he still managed to wear the clothes in a way that would make people wonder if t-shirt were the new tuxedo. It was just who Kaito was. And while Jack very much appreciated the way Kaito filled out slacks and silk shirts, seeing him like this was special. It was a privilege he wanted to keep to himself and guard jealously from anyone else’s eyes. So he wasn’t going to protest if the blue eyes only looked like this behind closed doors, provided Jack got to be there with him.
Jack was settled very comfortably in Kaito’s lap, enjoying to no end the awkward position it put the other male in. Amethyst eyes followed the motions as Kaito touched the soft boxers material and seemed to suddenly realize that he was not, in fact, wearing the pants he had fallen asleep in. And even if Jack’s intentions had been strictly honorable the night before, they weren’t any more. Given the way Kaito looked now and the heat he could feel radiating from the other’s body, it would have taken a much stronger man than Jack to resist playing with that.
“Yeah, I was surprised by your strip tease too, but decided not to question it. Those pills the doctor gave you must have been something else.” He smiled as innocently as he could at Kaito, watching the blue eyes from his favorable vantage point. The only trouble with where was situated was an inability to reach his favorite place on Kaito’s neck. But on the other hand, there was distressingly unexplored skin newly exposed in front of him. He tilted his head just a little and racked his tongue straight over Kaito’s belly button. Oh this was not helping his new resolution to be nice until that sling was gone. He eyed the white hindrance with a look of frustrated annoyance and settled back down again with a rather grumpy expression.
“Food better get here soon,” he sighed, raising one hand to play with Kaito’s hair. Now that the blue eyed boy was back, he didn’t want to stop touching him, even if he knew he should be convincing Kaito to sleep and get some more rest after their late traumatic night.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 6:03 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world The blush made its second appearance when Jack corrected his word choice, the purr in his tone leaving no doubts as to the direction his mind had gone. A shiver chased itself down his spine at the thought. Given he was trying very hard to keep his own mind in a good, ready to eat food and go back to school place, it wasn't a helpful tone. He carefully refrained from answering in order not to mention anything that would bring his mind to the fact that Jack was a step away from being naked himself.
Thankfully Jack provided that distraction fairly easily by informing him that he'd stripped himself naked while on pills and was in his currant state for that reason. He arched his eyebrow higher. The chances of that were slim, for one, if he was far enough gone to have done something THAT extreme...well he was fairly sure he'd have passed out first. He had been suffering from blood loss and faintly remembered he might have started going into shock. Besides, Jack doing innocent immediately meant he could not be trusted with anything coming out of his mouth.
"I'm su-ah."Kaito drawled comment was strangled off when a warm tongue slid across the flesh of his stomach leaving a cool streak as the air hit it after. The muscles there tightening involuntary as he closed his eyes on the gasp and tried to keep himself from reacting further. That had NOT been nice, and given their position not like he could hide any of his reaction to it. He managed to open his eyes on a glare only a few seconds later to see Jack once more in his lap with a look of grumpy annoyance on his face. Kaito wasn't sure whether he should strangle him or kiss him. Given either option could end in trouble he settled for keeping his body tense and trying to think of ways to pay the red-head back. Given his imagination it wasn't hard to come up with several.
"Given classes start in a few hours, yes."he couldn't completely drive traces of husk from his voice, but he did a fairly good job of dropping back into his usual flat tone with a hint of sarcasm. The food needed to be here sooner than that so he didn't do anything stupid as his hair was played with by the red-head in his lap. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his revenge while partially listening for the sound of room service and ignoring anything Jack might be doing, which was harder than it should have been.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 6:29 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Kaito needed rest and no strenuous activity. Jack repeated this mantra over and over in his head, fixing his eyes on the sling and doing his honest best to keep his mind on the way the wound had looked when it was being sewn up and how painful it would be if they had to do it again while Kaito was fully conscious. The idea of trying to explain to the doctor how the stitches had come undone also sounded a bit awkward, but was not nearly as concerning. He wasn’t anything near ashamed of how much he wanted Kaito, but that didn’t make it anyone else’s business either. Not unless they got in the way of that. But… Kaito needed rest and no strenuous activity. Damnit.
Because the reaction he got to the small lick was absolutely priceless. It had been the most pleasant way he’d found yet of cutting Kaito off mid sarcasm. Jack could still see the slight shine on the skin where it was wet from the touch. The glare he got from Kaito when the other boy recovered was met with nothing but a faint smirk. Because he had proof that Kaito had liked it as much as he had. The look on the other’s face said Jack was going to pay for his trick later but problems like that could always be turned around. And if he had to distract Kaito from his plans, so much the better. Any excuse to bypass the protective instinct he felt when he saw those white bandages.
“Classes?” Jack’s face fell and he groaned. Not even the traces of lingering reaction to the game in the young heir’s voice could make that kind of news better. It came pretty close though. “I would really rather play hooky for a day or two,” he murmured, adjusting himself so he was sitting next to Kaito on the bed now, one leg tucked beneath him in a partial kneel as he nuzzled Kaito’s neck imploringly. It was a couple of days of class, it couldn’t be that important. Kaito was a genius and Jack was lazy. There was nothing that could happen the first day that would really affect either of them, right? Better to stay here in bed and, um, let Kaito rest.
Though in truth he’d probably get more rest if they were in a classroom and fully clothed.
There was a soft knock at the door and Jack pulled himself back off the bed. The idea of answering in something other than his boxers didn’t occur to him and he only looked a bit annoyed when the poor member of the hotel staff started to wheel the cart in and had to stop short. She stared from him to Kaito on the bed and then ducked her head, blushing heavily and scurrying out of the room without waiting for a tip. And as Jack’s wallet was in its death throes already, he had no trouble with that. He pulled the cart up next to the bed and sat on the edge, pulling the lid off a steak and helping himself to a muffin.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 7:23 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Jack only smirked in response to his glare, obviously not repentant for the brain numbing lick he'd just delivered. If Jack's intention was to see it that they never ended up leaving the hotel room he was leaning in the right direction. So Kaito concentrated on the pulse of pain from his arm instead of his revenge. It was better to exclude Jack all together from his thinking or he ended up right back where he started. Which was Jack in bed...in his boxers. Not a good place to be and stay sane.
"Yes classes, you go to them in order to graduate, get grades, I'm sure you remember."Kaito drawled his voice still a touch husky as he flexed his fingers in his sling. Trying to remind himself as well as the red-head why they were such good things. It was important because otherwise the school might call his father and while it might not garner Akaito's attention, there was a chance it would and that would be bad. It was much harder to remember why when your roommate started nuzzling your neck. Kaito shivered and tipped his head, giving him better access. Must go to school right? Maybe if he reminded himself of that it would be easier to actually go through with it.
Thankfully the food arrived to interrupt them. Kaito scanning the room quickly with slate orbs and a slight blush as he looked for his suit pants or even those annoying jeans. Before he could find them Jack opened the door, still in his boxers. Shock gave way to an instant slamming of his barriers as the server looked from the red-head towards him before ducking her head. His eyes were arctic cold, daring her to say something, and his presence wasn't much warmer. She was smart though, bolting from the room fast enough to have left vapor trails.
"Do you usually answer the door in your boxers?"Kaito asked, his tone hinting at a touch of jealousy as he dropped his feet to the floor to sit near the cart so he could pick up his silverware...only to realize a problem and close his eyes. He made a mental note not to try and kill Jack's boyfriends again, he'd hire it out as he turned his gaze towards Jack with a look that dared him to say something.
"I can't cut it."
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 7:49 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
“Not all of them every day,” Jack continued to insist. He had a feeling this would be a lost battle so he didn’t put his heart into it. Instead he decided to just see how far he could push the issue with Kaito. Or rather, how far he could push Kaito. The rules of the new game were to see how much fun he could have without making that sling move. That was a compromise, right? Jack was wuickly sorting through every rationale in his mind to find a way around the part about not injuring Kaito. He really just wanted…
And saved by room service. Though his favorite part of it was the way Kaito seemed to have been upset by Jack’s dismissal of more appropriate attire. He grinned as he heard the hint of jealousy. It wasn’t like he didn’t already know his blue haired roommate was the jealous type. That had already been firmly established. But as long as it wasn’t going to lead to further maiming and prolong Jack’s need for self control further, it was fairly entertaining. “You do realize swim trunks don’t cover more than this, right?” he pointed out smugly. Besides, modesty had never been Jack’s forte. Everyone knew what was under the clothes. It didn’t mean anything if there wasn’t some feeling leading up to the removal. Although… he would like to see Kaito in swim trunks. There were all kinds of pleasant scenarios in which that could happen.
He blinked and turned his head towards Kaito. Being very, very careful not to look amused, he silently slid the meat back towards himself and began cutting it up the steak. He stole a bite and considered it for a moment with a brief, serious look. Hmmm. Not bad. He glanced down and decided the cut could have been better but this time a day it was probably the best they had in stock.
When he’d finished, he pushed it back towards Kaito, tearing pieces off his muffin and popping them into his mouth. “Juice?” he asked, reaching to pour himself a glass.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 11:54 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Generally its assumed you do."Kaito informed him calmly. Class was generally quite easy for the young heir, but he still understood the importance of going. Occasionally he actually learned something new. Although he was having some serious problems with remembering these facts at the moment when faced with the temptation of staying alone somewhere with Jack and making sure he completely got over the fear of loosing him. Maybe then he wouldn't feel quite as unsteady.
"Your hopeless."Kaito sighed, because there really was no argument against that but the heir hated loosing. So he just refused to acknowledge that he might have gotten stuck on that particular argument. The fact that he imagined a wet, sandy Jack in only swimming trunks might have had something to do with the loss of his ability to form a good comeback. That and he had to make sure that he didn't see any laughter in the amethyst eyes when Jack took his plate back and began to cut it up. He continued to hold a stare that dared him to comment as the red-head took a bite and chewed on it.
Some of the heat left his gaze as they focused on his mouth while he chewed. By the slight amount of haze entering his slate orbs it was obvious his mind had walked down a very particular path before he shook his head slightly when the plate was pushed back towards him.
"Ah, yes."He cleared his throat and nodded his agreement about the offered drink as he careful stabbed a piece of the stake and popped into his mouth because apparently he needed something tangible to think about.
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 12:27 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
["My Doc is a nerd," Jack bemoaned with exaggerated grief. Letting out a dramatic sigh he lifted his eyes to the ceiling and added thoughtfully, "I guess I should have seen that coming." the corners of his lips twitched, ruining the drama of the moment. He didn't seem terribly disappoint though. At least he'd fallen for someone in his own year. If he had to spend half the day wondering if he should pin some sort of note to Kaito's jacket about being taken his grades would suffer more than they did from his short attention span. Besides, he didn't know how much time he had left at the academy. Jack didn't know about Kaito's plan to replace his sponsor so the redhead had to assume his funding would be cut very quickly. His current hope lay in the idea that school might have already charged the senator for a couple of months worth of food and lodging, maybe even the entire semester.
He couldn't help wondering how Kaito would feel about public school.
"That's what try tell me," Jack agreed, sounding rather pleased with the pronouncement rather than upset by it. He felt a bit like he'd won that one which soothed his pride over losing the one about attending classes. It was a pointless victory but a victory nonetheless. His eyes turned to notice Kaito watching him rather intently and smirked. God it was good when the feeling went both ways. It was fun chasing Kaito but this was much more rewarding. He was careful to have the smirk gone by the time the meat was cut though and he scooted nearer with the requested glass of juice.
He passed it over and leaned back, tilting his head to rest against Kaito's shoulder. "Well then any last request before we go back?" While he waited for an answer he leaned out over the bed and snatched an antibiotic to go with the juice and pushed it over to the other male.
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