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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 16, 2012 18:52:04 GMT -5
Zephyr followed him to the guest room, drawing in a breath as he caught his eyes. He had always known what Jaxton was, but knew he was attracted to him for more than just his species. He watched him go, pulled his beanie off, which left his hair a mess as he tossed it on the nightstand, slipped from his jeans and shirt. He ran a hand along the neat line over his toned stomach, wincing at the sting. "Fucker," He muttered, and was instantly washed over with nausea. He swallowed, moving for the bathroom as his vision spotted. A hand braced himself on the counter, the other pressing to his stomach as he drew in labored breaths, knocked several bottles over as he dropped to his knees in front of the toilet.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 16, 2012 19:00:00 GMT -5
Jax climbed in bed, pulling the quilt over him. Nevada liked the house cold, and Jaxton didn't like arguing about the temperature. As Nevada put it, it was easier to get warm than it was to get cool. He turned over so he was facing the wall, and pulled the blankets up over his head. It wasn't long before he drifted to sleep, listening for Nevada's door to open. He knew that if Nevada was awake he was laying in bed, listening for moans to float from Jax's room.
'What if he wakes up and goes to try and sleep with your friend?'
'He isn't.. Please let me sleep.'
'But what if he is? He probably will. You know how Nevada is.'
"Fine, okay? Fine.." He mumbled, climbing out of bed. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging his boxers down a bit as he walked down the hall. "Zeph? Do you want me to stay with you tonight?" He asked from the door.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 16, 2012 19:20:30 GMT -5
Zephyr threw up, shivering. He rolled back on his toes and rested his forehead against the rim of the toilet. "Pl-..please...just let me sleep...." He whispered.
'Find a razor, then.
Zephyr had never been one to even think about cutting. Just as he only got extremely drunk when they were out partying. But now he drank sometimes to ignore it all. And cutting came with the torture package.
He heard Jaxton outside the door. "H-..hang on..." He sniffed, lifting his head, wincing at the dull pound from getting sick. He pulled himself up, stooping over the bath to snatch a razor, dragging it over his left wrist several times. "Good..?" He insisted, and recieved laughter instead. And then that other voice.
'Idiot, don't hurt yourself because he makes you sick. You're just giving him what he wants.'
Zephyr got up, crossing his arms over his chest as he coughed, razor lying in the bathtub. He wandered to the door and opened it for Jax.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 16, 2012 19:29:32 GMT -5
Jax waited at the door, chewing on his lip. He wondered if Zeph selling his soul was worth finding him, and wished he could take it away from him. He knew it never got better. Like the voice. He looked Zeph over as he opened the door, his eyes locking on his once he reached his face. "You okay? I just.. didn't want Vegas to come bothering you or something.." He knew if he slept alone tonight, the voice wouldn't let him sleep. But he didn't feel right sharing a bed with Zeph. Sure, they'd shared hotel rooms, and he would occasionally crash in his bunk when he was too drunk to climb into his, but he had never willingly slept next to him.
"I'm just a couple rooms down, okay? If you wanna come stay with me.." He said quietly, reaching over to mess up his hair.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 16, 2012 20:24:56 GMT -5
Zeph shook his head, but smiled weakly. He shivered again, wondering if he had a fever, ducked away sheepishly at the ruffle. It had been so long. And yet everything seemed like it could fall right back into place. If not with a few slight changes. "Can I sleep with you..?" He mumbled, staring down at his bleeding wrist. The taunting had stopped, and he didn't feel any sicker, but he still felt sick. The other, softer voice however, lingered, fading in and out. But he had learned to tolerate it, welcome it far more over Satan.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 16, 2012 20:32:23 GMT -5
"Why would I ever tell you no?" He asked with a smile, gently taking his hand. He lead him to the bathroom to run his hand under water. He grabbed a rag he didn't care to get dirty, and gently pressed it to his wrist. He assumed this was just part of him selling his soul because he knew that Zeph would never hurt himself. He pulled the rag away to make sure it had stopped bleeding before he tossed it into the trash. He slipped his fingers between Zeph's, leading him back into his bedroom. He climbed into the bed, waiting for him to climb in before he pulled up the blanket. He turned over onto his side, facing the wall. He closed his eyes with a yawn, tucking his arm under the pillow.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 16, 2012 20:38:57 GMT -5
Zephyr watched him tend to the cut in his arm quietly, knew if he did it himself, Satan would tell him to make another cut. He took his hand and followed him to the bedroom, biting at his lip. Coughing softly, he slipped into the bed and curled up. Hesitating a moment, he draped an arm over Jax. He had grown used to sleeping alone, despite the flirt he was he rarely slept around. It was strange, having his arm around somebody. But he was terrified of losing one of the people he had changed his life to find. And soon, despite his fever and slight headache, he was soon asleep, didn't notice as he buried his face in Jaxton's back and smiled, sighing. He was a naturally happy person, and it was clear that he still was even after everything he was going through.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 16, 2012 20:48:25 GMT -5
Jax reached up, slipping his fingers between Zeph's. It felt just as strange to him to have someone sleeping next to him, especially someone he had admired for so long. He soon slipped into a light sleep, his hand holding tightly to Zeph's. Some time in the night he turned over and managed to kick the blankets down to his hips, sweat clinging to the hair on his forehead. But he never let go of Zephyr's hand. Despite the voices in his head, he didn't wake until he smelled coffee and heard birds chirping. And even then, he pulled the pillow over his head with a groan. "Five more minutes, birdy." He complained.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 16, 2012 20:52:16 GMT -5
Zephyr stirred at the sound of Jaxton's complaint, and he shoved at him gently with his free hand. "Shh.." He groaned, clearing his throat. He buried his face further against him again with a gusty breath. But a moment later he was sitting up and stretching, alert. He rubbed at his face, feeling a little better, knew that feeling would last at least the morning. "Mm, I smell coffee.."
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 16, 2012 21:01:14 GMT -5
"Automatic coffee machines are my Jesus." He grumbled from beneath his pillow. But now that Zeph wasn't asleep, he didn't see a point in sleeping. He sat up and raised his arms over his head in a stretch, then climbed out of bed. He didn't care if he was in his boxers or not. He walked sleepily out of the bedroom, running his fingers through his hair. He nearly ran into Nevada, walking out of his room with a hangover. Nevada looked him over, then ran his hand over his own stomach, messing with his belly button ring.
"Fuck. Do something, even if it's wrong." Jax told him, and Nevada yawned, walking towards the kitchen.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 16, 2012 21:04:56 GMT -5
Zephyr smirked, getting up and scampering after him. He rose an eyebrow at Nevada before leaning up against the counter. Finally he pulled himself on to it, scratching carefully at his wrist as he watched Jaxton. 'Don't make it bleed.' That soft voice warned.
It was one that was far gentler, gave him more meaningful warnings than Satan ever would. Like two opposites in his own head.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 16, 2012 21:12:32 GMT -5
Jax fixed them both coffee before he moved over for Nevada, who took the rest of the pot, and refilled it. The two went through more coffee than anything. He handed Zephyr his coffee, sitting his on the counter as he pulled himself up beside the boy. He reached up, messing with the picks around his neck for a moment before he picked up his mug and took a drink from it.
"You gotta work today?" He asked Nevada, the boy pulling himself up on the island opposite them.
"Yeah. Uh.. Like, one to close." He said with a yawn, taking a long drink of his coffee. "Do you?"
"I think so. But I'm probably gonna be working like.. nine to four. Come home and sleep all day." His blue eyes watched the boy before he glanced over at Zeph. He scanned his face before Nevada's voice drew him out of his thoughts.
"Huh?"
"I asked why you're looking at him like you won the lottery."
"Because I kinda did." Jax retorted with a sly smile.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 16, 2012 21:49:09 GMT -5
Zephyr watched them, bringing the coffee to his lips happily as he listened. He smirked when Jaxton didn't hear the question at first. "Win-win," He teased softly, wondering if he had work. Most likely. He kicked his heels gently against the counter back and forth, taking another sip of coffee.
'Take him out, make something of it. He's obviously interested, are you blind?' Zephyr smiled faintly to himself at that, just took another sip of coffee.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 16, 2012 22:00:41 GMT -5
Jax smiled, then yawned. He finished off his coffee, sitting it on the counter beside him. He leaned back on his hands, looking Nevada over. Nevada raised an eyebrow in question, but turned his attention back to the boy sitting on the counter beside Jax.
"So, you know him? How's someone who looks like you find someone that cute?" Nevada asked him.
"Oh, please. I've seen you looking at me."
"Because you're a fucking encant!"
"And I know him because I used to work for him."
"Ohh." Nevada smirked, and Jax rolled his eyes. He got down off the counter, and made his way to his room. Before long, Jax heard the shower running.
"So.. I'm working late tonight.. But if you wanna do something today.." He shrugged, glancing over at Zeph. He wouldn't deny his heart started to beat a little faster, and his mind started to race. "Got anything in mind?" He asked.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 16, 2012 22:06:49 GMT -5
Zephyr smirked, but made no move to explain to the guy. He glanced at Jax, cheeks heating up despi]te himself as he bit his lip.
"I could break us in to the bowling alley and we cpuld hang out. I have work tonight, a party reservation.."
The thought of them being there alone though was far to exciting, heart jumping a beat as the offer passed his lips. "Unless you wanna do something else.." He shifted his weight, finishing his coffee and setting it aside. If Jaxton remembered, Zeph hyped up on caffeine made for a far more amusing time.
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