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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 16, 2012 22:14:35 GMT -5
Jax smiled, nodding his head. He couldn't help thinking the way Zeph blushed was beyond cute. He walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself another mug. He drank it quickly, then sat the mug in the sink. He was still sleepy, but maybe a warm shower would fix that.
"I think breaking and entering sounds like a wonderful idea to pass time." He teased, messing with the picks around his neck for a moment before he glanced down at Zeph's pick. 'I'm only giving it to you if you promise to keep it.' He had teased, even if he had no use for the pick. "Lets go take our showers and we can go about our illegal actions. You need something to wear? I'm sure Nevada will let you borrow an outfit cause mine are always too big for you."
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 16, 2012 22:51:15 GMT -5
Zephyr smirked. "It's not as much fun when you have keys," He teased, jingling them. He stretched, a soft whine passing his lips at the pleasing feeling. "Okay," He huffed, hoped Nevada wouldn't mind. He ran a hand through his hair, and slid off the counter, drinking down another cup of coffee before going to the guest bedroom to grab his beanie. He pulled it on, carefully fixing the hair that was still seen, tongue sticking out slightly in concentration.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 16, 2012 22:58:48 GMT -5
Jax knocked on Nevada's door, asking him if he had an outfit for Zephyr to borrow. Nevada said he could wear whatever he wanted as long as it ended back up in the laundry hamper in the bathroom. Jax peeked into the guest room, telling him what Nevada had said before he started to his room. He started a warm shower, shaving before he got in. He took a quick shower, then got out and wrapped in a towel. He walked over to his closet, and tossed a pair of skinny jeans to the bed. He grabbed a black undershirt, and a bright blue shirt that was sure to only make his eyes brighter.
Once he was dressed, he started out of the room, running his hands through his hair. He waved to Nevada as the boy left out the door, and leaned down to look under the sofa for his blue shoes.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 16, 2012 23:04:10 GMT -5
Zephyr glanced up, nodding, and wandered to the room. He grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a tighter fitting shirt and headed to the guest room, tugging them on along the way without falling over. He was glad Satan was leaving him alone right now, but knew it wouldn't last. Finding some mouth wash in the bathroom, he swished and rinsed, then cleaned up the razor and blood, and carefully washed the scab over his wrist and his stomach. He slipped into his shoes, then headed back out towards Jax. "You always dressed so nice," He teased.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 16, 2012 23:09:42 GMT -5
Jax smiled, tying his second shoe. "Well, even in pajamas you looked good. Some of us just have to try a little harder." He teased, standing up. He fixed his shirt, then grabbed his keys off the table by the door. He started out the door, waiting for Zephyr before he locked the door and started out to his car. He opened the door for Zephyr, closing it once he was in, then walked around the back to get into the driver's seat. He started the car, and backed out of the driveway. It wasn't long before they were at the bowling alley, Jaxton getting out so he could open the door for Zeph.
"Looks like it's just us." He teased, closing the car door gently.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 16, 2012 23:47:41 GMT -5
Zephyr smirked, following him out to the car. He smiled as the door was opened both times, sneaking glances at Jax throughout the drive. He climbed out and snatched Jaxton's wrist, and bounced towards the back door, unlocking it before leading him inside. He tossed his keys down, flipping on a few of the lanes and some other lights, then the stereo before pulling himself onto thw shoe counter. "Soooo.."
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 16, 2012 23:59:21 GMT -5
Jax smiled, following him inside. The partially lit bowling alley brought memories back of many nights by the busses under street lights signing autographs beside Zephyr. He looked over at him, his eyes glowing faintly. He stepped close, putting a hand on either side of Zephyr. "Why don't we play a couple games? Maybe with a few stakes. You're good at bowling. I'm good at bowling.. It could be a nice challenge. Or we could always play a two-sided game of truth or dare." He raised an eyebrow, was curious to get into the mind of this new Zephyr, find out all the secrets he'd been keeping. Maybe find out if he felt the same way.
"We play, you call the stakes." He said, looking up at him.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 17, 2012 0:20:47 GMT -5
Zeph studied him with a smile. "Hmm...we could manage both at the same time." He teased. But Zephyr had always been one for high stakes and bets, challenges. He was hooked. "Every round after two throws...loser of that round takes off a piece of clothing." He smirked, hopping off the counter and snatching a ball. He dropped it gently into Jaxton's arms. "Looking forward to seeing you naked," He taunted, wrinkling his nose.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 17, 2012 0:28:15 GMT -5
"Yeah, but I put on socks and an undershirt today, too. So you'd better hope your bark's worse than your bite, pretty boy." He taunted. He walked over to one of the lanes, and reached up to press the button on the scoreboard. It blinked, then went blank. He smirked over at Zephyr, drawing his arm back before he sent the ball down the lane. It was an easy strike, and he stepped back, waiting for his ball to come back. Just the thought of seeing Zephyr without a shirt on was enough to give him butterflies, let alone see him completely naked.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 17, 2012 0:43:19 GMT -5
Zeph stuck his tongue out. "I have a hat." He waited, huffing as Jaxton hit a strike, the sound of ball and pins hitting something he heard nearly every day. He grabbed a ball, rolling it. Nine went down, one wavered. Scowling, he took his second throw and missed. A groan passed his lips and he flicked Jax in the arm. "I just fixed my hair," He complained, but tossed his beanie on the table anyway.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 17, 2012 0:47:24 GMT -5
Jax just smirked, reaching over to mess up his hair more. "Oh, poor poor you." He teased, grabbing his ball and making his throw. He knocked over seven in the first throw, but his second throw went straight into the gutter. "Oh, come on!" He groaned, throwing his hands up. He knew he was going to lose this round. There was no doubt about it. He had three pins left. And the chances of Zeph getting two gutter balls in a row? Slim to none.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 17, 2012 1:17:22 GMT -5
Zephyr laughed. "Fail," He teased, not bothering fix his hair. He rolled and took six out in the middle, frowned at the split that was left. Three on one side, one on the other. He grabbed his ball, coughing softly, and rolled again, took the three out. He smirked over at Jax.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 17, 2012 1:22:00 GMT -5
"Ugh." Jax groaned, leaning down to untie his shoes. He kicked them off near the table, and only realized what a bad idea bowling on a slick floor in socks was until he was actually doing it. "Can I pass so I can take my socks off?" He asked with a chuckle, although he wasn't going to be so easy to give it up, even if he didn't want to die.
He picked up his ball, and shot his ball down the lane. He thought he had a strike, but two of the pins wobbled, and fell back into place. He waited for his ball to come back, and tossed it down the lane again. It only took out one of his pins, but it was better than nothing. "Ooh. Step it up!" He taunted.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 17, 2012 1:29:50 GMT -5
Zeph laughed. "Go ahead," He taunted, stuck his tongue out. "I'll win, you see. I worrrkkk here," He drawled, grabbed the ball and threw a perfect split. "Naw fuck..."
He took one side, but three pins remained. Licking his lips, he stooped and undid his shoes, staring at mismatched socks. "If I die I blame you."
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 17, 2012 1:32:23 GMT -5
"If you die, we're gonna die together. Because I'm gonna die getting over there to save you." He said with a giggle, picking up his ball. He couldn't get a grip on the floor, and the ball slipped out of his hand too soon, resulting in another gutter ball. He tossed his second throw, and ended up with two wobbling pins. "Come on come on come ON. Ugh." He groaned, throwing his head back. "Oh well. Two is better than three." He teased.
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