xp_logs | Jay & Kyle, backdated to last weekend

Some time after Bobby hits on Jay, Kyle finds out. And deals with it in a surprisingly mature manner, in Jay's opinion. Mature for Kyle, at least.

Kyle tried, not entirely successfully to concentrate on his homework. It was not going well at -all-. Jay was lounging on the couch, doing something Kyle would be hard pressed to explain, much less try himself, to a guitar, and it was way more distracting than usual.

And not in the good way.

Something was off about Jay, and Kyle couldn't tell what, and it was vexing. He'd get three words into a sentence about prohibition, and look up, trying to figure out what it was about Jay that was bugging him. And not figure it out, and try to go back to his history book, fail miserably to concentrate, and repeat the process again a minute later.

"Just write 'Prohibition was a great idea but horribly executed so it failed,' and you're done," Jay said casually, tying the new strings onto his guitar. "And stop lookin' at me like that, it's distractin'."

"Except it was a totally stupid idea, and if I write crap, I get a crap grade." Kyle said. "And you need to ... stop... doin' whatever you're doing to be so…" He gripped the side of his notebook and made a frustrated growling noise. "I don't know what it is. It's annoying though."

"Ah broke a coupla strings and Ah need ta replace 'em and make sure they're all set right." Jay strummed the guitar, frowned, and tightened the strings. "Can't play without strings. They don't got guitars like that yet."

"It's not the strings... " Kyle said. He knew that much.

"My ears aren't annoyed." He frowned, and then took a careful sniff of the air. "Dude, did you like, change laundry detergent or something? Maybe that's it..."

"Nope, still with Tide. Why?" And then Jay looked up and stifled a gasp. Oh crap. He didn't smell like him, did he? Crap crap crap.

"You smell -funny-." Kyle said, slowly. "I dunno, like.. " and then he caught the second shift in smell, the tin-foil bitter scent of anxiety. "Jay, dude, what the hell?" He asked, willing the growing annoyance in his voice to Go Away Now Please. Whatever it was, it would make sense as soon as Jay explained. It had to.

"Kyle, Ah swear that it's nuthin'." Though preambles like that always meant that yes it was something. "Ah mean, you trust me, right? You know Ah'd never sell you out."

"What. Did. You. DO?" Kyle snarled, hair on the back of his neck and head standing on end.

"Okay, first? Ahdidn't do anythin'. Bobby, he . . . Sit down, Kyle!" Jay put his guitar down and headed off Kyle before he coud reach the door. "He misread a comment Ah made. It's nuthin', just a mistake."

Kyle didn't actually get any less angry. He just switched the focus of his anger from Jay to one Robert Drake. "Fine." He spat. "What did -Bobby- do?" He had a pretty good idea of what Bobby did, thinking on it, and that explained the smell. Jay smelled like Bobby. Just a little bit.

"It was just a kiss. A little kiss. No tongue." Jay risked putting a hand on Kyle's shoulder. After all, if Kyle could regrow toes, couldn't Jay regrow an arm? "Don't get all riled up. He thought Ah was comin' on ta him when all Ah was doin' was try to cheer him up. He and Terry got into another fight."

"Oh for fuck's sake... " Kyle muttered, already calming down. "I swear, those two are so -stupid- sometimes..." He rolled his eyes. "So no kissing back? And no wacky freaky cold guy nookie or anything?" Though, the idea of warming Jay up was an entertaining one.

"Oh, Lord, you've got no idea," Jay muttered. "No, Ah pushed him away and told him to stop." Hard though that may have been. "Ah wouldn't do that to you."

"Dude, I didn't even know Bobby was a switch hitter..." Kyle said.. "And I know you wouldn't. I ... it's just a thing." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to settle it down. "Sorry about the psycho. I'm working it..."

"Don't get all uppitty. Ah'd probably react the same if someone kissed you." Complete with the growling and thoughts of physical violence. "It's flatterin' that'cha care so much ta even get jealous, really."

"Yeah, but... " Kyle protested, and then thought better of it. It wasn't really going to get him anywhere to explain that he just didn't want to be That Guy. "I get to bite him though. I mean, just a little. On the ... arm or something." The idea of a drive-by chomping was kind of funny, now that he thought of it, and he couldn't help but break into a wide grin.

Jay blinked, and then covered his ears with his hands. "Ah didn't hear you say that. If Ah didn't hear you, then Ah can't be held responsible in any way for your actions."

"I'm not gonna -hurt- him. Just, you know, remind him that you don't go kissing a guy when he's the boyfriend of a guy with fangs. I mean, that's a rule, right? Common sense! You don't kiss the guy dating the feral guy!" Kyle protested. "Besides, it's funny and you know it."

"Funny for you, maybe." And Jay too, in a morbid sadistic kind of way. He wrapped his arms around Kyle's waist and pulled him in for a kiss. "But it's a good rule and Ah wholeheartedly approve."