xp_logs | Jay and Kyle, Monday night

A discussion about pornography, odors, and sounds between Jay and Kyle. Takes place in bed, but not graphic, just suggestive. Feel free to fill in the blanks yourselves.

Kyle was okay. Unharmed, mentally fine, and not going insane from being abducted by some psychopath. This was good, and it made Jay very happy. So Jay had spent a lot of time showing Kyle just how happy he was. A lot of time. And apparently, Kyle was quite happy, too. Not that Kyle was ever one to tell Jay "not now, I have a headache," but he seemed significantly more energetic than usual. Jay didn't really mind, but he couldn't help but consider why.

They both collapsed back on Jay's bed, panting and sweating heavily. Turning onto his side so he wouldn't squish his wings and so he could look at Kyle, Jay smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Where did you learn to do that?" he asked between breaths.

Kyle had to wait for his brain to actually start working again before he could figure out the answer to that question. "Dude? I'm gonna have to say, uh, -you-." he finally replied, after puzzling through it for a few moments. "I'm pretty sure I didn't just make that up on my own."

"Oh. Right." Jay moved over so he could lay his head on Kyle's chest. "Thought you might be watchin' porn behind mah back or somethin'," he teased, his fingers lightly dancing over Kyle's chest and abdomen.

"Uh, no, ew." Kyle said, rolling his eyes. "Dude, I'm out, but not -that- out. A guy's gotta draw a line somewhere, and mine's drawn at naked guys on DVD." Or the internet. Or VHS tape. Kyle was all too aware of where the porn was available. It didn't mean he actually wanted to watch any. "Sides, it's, all.. I dunno, way not real enough. Any of it. Even the straight stuff? There's nothing to it, it's just pictures."

If Jay were one to giggle, he would have. But he just laughed a manly laugh. "What, the chicks with the thirty-six triple Ds and sparkling high heels don't turn you on?" Obviously, Kyle had never seen any of the good stuff. Not that Jay had either, of course, but he'd heard about it.

"Dude, fake breasts make a girl smell funny." It was subtle, but definitely there. Every once in a while, he caught it in the mall, some woman who'd obviously had too much plastic surgery. It'd taken weeks to figure out why those women smelled different, and even after he'd figured it out, he almost didn't believe it. "It's like, I dunno, it just smells wrong." Kyle shrugged, and sat up, resting on an elbow. "Maybe it's a mutation thing. Just seeing stuff doesn't work for me. Has to have sounds and smells too."

Jay shifted over so he was resting on his elbow, too, while his free hand still roamed over Kyle's torso. "Open a bottle of Astroglide and you've got most of your smells already. What do Ah smell like? Usually." Not now, when he was a combination of sweat and sex. Even he could smell it. He made a note to change the sheets in the morning.

"Um, mostly the feathers, but not in a birdy sorta way." Without thinking about it, Kyle shut his eyes to try to concentrate better on smells. "It's just kind of a ... Jay... sort of smell.. " He explained, knowing just how lame it sounded. Shaking his head, and growling a little in frustration, he tried to elaborate. "It's like, I dunno, blue jeans and wood and feathers."

"So Ah smell like a cardinal?" Jay asked, referring to the Kentucky state bird. "That's appropriate, Ah reckon." He leaned forward to kiss Kyle. "And so is the wood."

Normally Kyle would've been embarrassed beyond belief. There were just some things he wasn't entirely comfortable talking about -out loud-, and references to wood were one of them. But trying to figure out what Jay smelled like had meant actually smelling him, which had turned off the part of Kyle's brain that actually bothered to consider being embarrassed. "Less talking about birds, more doing . . ." He rumbled a growl in the back of his throat. "That."

Jay's eyes fluttered shut and he shivered in pleasure. Even he was at a loss for words for how that sound made him feel. "Do that again," he moaned, rolling over onto his back and pulling Kyle up on top of him.

Kyle didn't have to be asked twice. In truth, he hadn't needed to be asked the first time, as a low, steady growl was about all he could vocalize. Normally there'd have been a part of him holding back, worried about crushing Jay's wings, but at the moment, he didn't really care. Jay was there, and obviously not complaining, and if he did, Kyle figured he could just change Jay's mind. Possibly just by growling more.

And added benefit of Jay's mutation was that he was stronger than one would expect from someone of his build, so even with a good hundred-some pounds of naked and aroused feral weighing down on him, he could still shift a little so that he could spread his wings and not crush them.

Jay hissed as Kyle's hands found a particularly sensitive spot, and responded in kind. "Gettin' a bit aggressive now, aren't we?" he managed to say once Kyle finally pulled back to get some air.

Maybe he was, but Kyle wasn't in a position to think about it. He shifted his weight, pinning Jay more firmly against the bed, and caught one of his hands tightly, moving it so that Jay could have no questions about exactly what Kyle wanted him to do. "You gonna argue?" He asked roughly.

"Ah'd really like to stay in one piece." And, well, Jay kind of liked it. This was much better than reticent!Kyle. Even if the growling was growing more intense, almost frightening. Not for the first time tonight, Jay thanked his hyperactive healing factor.