xp_logs | Backdated to Jan. 30th Kevin & Jay (Reply)

Backdated: Jay & Kevin slumber after a long day. Kevin's exhausted. Jay takes advantage of it by basking in his boyfriend's relaxed state

"Ah hate usin' powers," Kevin muttered to himself as he pulled himself to consciousness. His memory was foggy at best, He remember the avalanche and being really cold. He remembered really bad coffee and falling asleep on a shoulder. It got hazy after that. What he did know was that he was not cold now. Actually he was really warm now, and kind of oddly happy feeling. And relaxed. God, he felt like someone had unwound every muscle in his body and he was just limp and puddle-like now. That was a really nice feeling, actually.

He shifted onto his side only to be met with something solid, maybe something human-like. His heart went into his throat. An eye cracked open to stare at...a shirt? It rolled up to spot Jay's face. Okay, that was okay. He went back to staring at the material of the shirt, then tested it with the tip of his nose. No reaction. Good. His arm wrapped around Jay's waist and Kevin pulled himself closer, face burying in his boyfriend's chest. "Mmmm," that was good. Even though he sort of felt kind of run over now that he thought about it. Kevin sort of ached and his head pounded and he didn't remember drinking a lot of vodka so why did he feel so damn hangover?

He wore the gloves, the clothes and even spread out Kevin's blankets over the bed of the mattress to protect not the furniture but his boyfriend's body from hitting the ground roughly as he would have disintegrated everything around him. Especially the way he slept. Earlier, someone had fetched him, saying that Kevin was looking for his boyfriend, Jay, but when Jay arrived, Kevin was barely awake. It upset Jay, worried him as he had never seen Kevin like this. Thus, fussing ensued and a lot of it. It was funny how Kevin couldn't see how Jay was reacting, and thankfully, he wouldn't have to see. It embarrassed Jay as much as it gave him pride to be there. He wouldn't have had it any other way and refused any help, as he knew that was what Kevin would have wanted.

It took a great deal of time to arrange everything so that there was nothing Kevin would hit in his slumber that he would ruin and Jay took extra precautions to be bundled up. In the end, it landed him right where he liked to be, asleep on his side, next to his boyfriend. Even with the faint movement of Kevin's body snuggling into him, Jay didn't stir. He only sighed back and his body did a different kind of response.

Kevin didn't move for a long time. He didn't really know where or when he was at the moment, but he was so thoroughly not caring right now. He liked the Jay next to him and that was really all he was concentrating on for the time being. Just breathing in his scent and enjoying this conscious thing which allowed him to be fully aware of the feeling of him next to himself.

Eventually Kevin managed to pull his arm from around Jay to check his watch with one slit of an eye. Nearly eleven at night. Jesus. It was broad daylight when he last remembered anything. He must have just completely passed out for like half the day nearly. While his brain was hazy, he was pretty sure it had to have been Jay who had found him. He didn't think anyone else could have managed to wake him at all, get him the move and not get themselves hurt.

Thinking around the pounding in his head was hard, but Kevin figured ignoring it was just a matter of will power, right? Right, he could do that. He could especially do that if ignoring ricochet of the small ball that seemed to be in his skull meant he could clear his head enough to inch upward. He kept inching upward until his lips could brush the skin at Jay's throat. Kevin was careful as always, realizing it was something he did unconsciously now. His lips crept higher and higher, pressing light kisses to skin until he found his boyfriend's jaw. Lips detoured, following the curve of the jaw until he couldn't easily reach any further. Without making a single sound he kissed Jay, lips pressing against lips gently.

Enveloped by warmth, Jay sought next to Kevin in the darkness, what he couldn't get from the outside world. A love he wanted, needed to blocked out all the bad that had happened to him. In this trip, he thought he would be alright without Kevin in sight and had actually thought he would have seen more of his boyfriend than he did, but he hadn't. In fact, they had seen so little of each other that it weighed down on him until he came seeking Kevin out. There was a comfort there, a familiar blanket wrapped around him that he warmed to, even in his slumber and a contented sigh slipped from his lips.

That sigh turned into another one, a shift in position of his head, inclining it as traces of a kiss trailed down. His lips grew into a faint smile, the scent of Kevin overwhelming his senses and what he wouldn't have given to bottle up the swelling of love, and put it away for a rainy day. The urge to nuzzle Kevin's neck was almost too irresistible to ignore but he tempered it, the kiss to his lips drawing his thoughts away from skin to skin contact and towards a more demanding, challenging urge. He really had to learn to control that as it gave away everything.

"Hey," he said between a kiss. "Ah missed you.'

If Kevin was ever in danger of slipping up it was now, with his head foggy and his body aching but his mood so high. In some ways he thought if he used them enough he could burn them out and then his skin wouldn't be a threat to Jay, but he knew better. It was so tempting though and he wanted to give into that temptation so badly it almost physically hurt. "Mmm, missed you, too," the words came murmured. Kevin swore he had this intention to stop kissing Jay but he couldn't remember why he'd do that. He couldn't recall what good reason there could ever be to stop kissing Jay. Fuzzily he thought, Jay should always be kissed. All tha time.

His neck complained some time later. He wasn't sure how much later because time and his brain weren't really on speaking terms it seemed. Kevin didn't seem to have the energy to keep his head up at this angle and that really annoyed him because kissing Jay was so priority right now. The kiss broke and Kevin all but flopped over onto his back, though he pulled Jay with him so his boyfriend ended up half on top of him. "Do Ah have tire tracks over me? Ah swear Ah feel like somethin' wen' an' ran me over somethin' fierce. Maybe multiple times." Despite that he was smiling. It was a lazy, happy, content smile and it was never seen on his face, like the cat that got the cream.

Jay didn't want the kissing to stop, hooking a leg around Kevin and drawing him closer. "Yer makin' me crazy," he purred. Such a simple word, kiss, did not do justice to the feelings spreading through him, waves rippling excitedly through his body and coursing through his veins. He felt every point of Kevin's body brushing up against him through all those layers of fabric, even with the simple pleasures of the lightest touch stirred an ache in him that he was desperate to fill. It wasn't enough, never enough to just want, but needing to touch, dying to feel a tender hand over his flesh.

"Mmmm maybe, an' if ya do, lemme make it all better." Those lips parted, pressing harder and becoming more urgent and Jay had to forcibly relax himself before he got overwhelming with Kevin, bringing himself back down to the mellow, lazy mood they were in. Pulled almost on top of Kevin, Jay rested his head against his boyfriend's shoulder, lifting a hand to faintly trace circles over Kevin's chest. "Ya know there's more love in this room than anywhere else in tha world?" he questioned quietly.

"Mmm, don' say thin's like that ta me. I'm all run over an' tired an' relaxed an' it's so not helpin' mental images I've already got if you say thin's like that. Especially the way you said that." He was rambling a little, his voice even softer than usual but still audible. Kevin wondered if all artists had such exceptionally vivid images in their imaginations or if it was just him. No, it was probably all of them. Something with being visual. Something about 'lemme make it all better' just sent his mind to all bad places, which it was sort of already in.

Kevin's eyes moved to watch Jay's tracing on his chest and smiling at the question. He might have said something slightly sarcastic, or made it into a joke normally, but Kevin's brain wasn't really on par for much other than rambling and truth anyway. "Ya know we're cheesier'n anyone else in tha world, too?" His words were oddly soft though, not as harsh as one would have expected them to be. A moment later, and without even thinking about it, he whispered, "Ah'm pretty sure Ah'm in love wi' you. Never been before so...hard ta know fer sure an' all. But, Ah'm pretty I do, ya know. Love you, Ah mean. Case ya hadn' figured it ou' yet." Kevin wasn't even sure why he said it. He knew he wouldn't have said it at all normally. But he knew it was true, too. Knew it was right. And it was one of those things you told people, wasn't it? He'd probably remember it eventually, why he hadn't wanted to tell him. And maybe then he'd regret it. But he was sort of glad he'd told his boyfriend that, right now.

The tracing continued, lifting his finger right off and tapping a trail down until he reached Kevin's belt buckle. His finger hooked it and flicked it in a fancy way one would do if he were showing it off. A smile broke across his face, pressing his cheek into the fabric and he turned his head, inhaling Kevin's scent like it was an intoxicating drug. He wanted to melt into him, disappear into their little room and never come out. It was a selfish thought. All those people needing help and here Jay and Kevin were, lounging in bed, basking in their own reasons not to go out.

He pressed a soft kiss to Kevin's shoulder and enjoyed the lazy feel of Kevin's body beneath him. It was so rare for his boyfriend to be this relaxed, a crime to be this deep into heavenly bliss even if it was only in fleeting touches and teasing tones. The honesty puzzled him and he only smiled again, trailing a finger back up and pausing at his belly button. He loved hearing it through. Kevin never spoke the words and he held his breath, both in shock and awe. It was perfect and he wanted to hold onto that feeling, that oppressed love that pushed him up on his elbows, gazing down at his boyfriend. Brushing a hand over his hair, moving it away from his face, he held it back, his eyes twinkling in the dark. "Yer wrappin' me all up in yer words. Ah'm gonna have ta write a song 'bout it."

Kevin watched him, watch that expression on his face. He may have well just told Jay that he could pluck the sun out of the sky and give it to him as a gift the way he looked. That expression was committed to memory, and while Kevin wasn't sure given his current state if the memory would stick but he hoped it would. It was priceless. Kevin managed to get his elbows under him so he could lean up and kiss Jay before collapsing onto his back again.

"Nah, don' do tha'. 'Ventually they'd all end up sad, thin's tha' couldn' be had an' stuff. All bittersweet wi' emphasis on tha bitter. Don' wanna do tha'." Kevin smiled faintly his hand reaching out to Jay's hip, fingers running along the edge of his pants. Two hooked under the edge and tugged to get Jay back down where he was more easily reached again. "'Sides, maybe Ah like bein' selfish. Havin' this jus' ta us."

"Yer right," he said. "Ah don' wanna ruin what we have with ma sad sad songs." It felt like his music was tainting everything that he did these days and it wasn't the first time he thought this. He had left his guitar home for once. It felt strange to abandon it, almost guilty for leaving one of his pleasures home. But he was happy, and happy meant leaving sorrow behind. Music could be the beginning, but mostly, it always came at the end of something. A break up, a battle, a war, and even after death. He felt like his music, country, was only setting him up for disappointment later, one that he didn't want to entertain with Kevin.

"Ya know, selfish ain't a good thang, but in this case 'ere, we got somethin' goin' on. A lil' piece o' heaven that the whole lotta 'em would be jealous over. Cause there ain't no one who's got hair like my Kevin," Jay smirked, running a gloved hand through Kevin's brown locks and leaning forward to kiss him on his mouth. Truly, there wasn't a better place to kiss aside from there and Jay lingered for longer than he expected to. His eyes sparkled with sultry energy and he took just a bit more than a taste of Kevin, easing over his body like a warm blanket. His wings flattened down around them, hiding them from the outside world, in the darkness that coveted the lovers. It was terribly selfish of them to be here, but Jay felt he needed a break and Kevin needed one too. The pair were exhausted from the work and needed to regain their strength now that everything seemed to be falling back to normal. He rested his head on Kevin's chest, closing his eyes but lingering in the hour that he didn't want to end.

"Ya could write songs tha' aren't sad ya know," Kevin pointed out with a lazy feline sort of tone in his voice. He could lay here all day like this. Except for the part where it wasn't day anymore, was it? that was okay. Hell, the half of his body Jay laid on could go numb and Kevin would be entirely content. It was an odd feeling, this giddy sort of relaxed. This boneless feeling. But you couldn't complain about it, not when you always felt coiled into a tiny little spring normally.

Lingering was okay. Especially when it was Jay's lips doing the lingering. Kevin wasn't sure he'd ever made that known but he figured it wasn't necessary, not when he got this anyway. Even if they were being stupid and cheesy and sort of reminding him of fourteen year old girls. When'd Ah get gay enough ta be comparin' mahself ta fourteen year ol' girls? Sign o' the apocalypse. The fact that he was still smiling and hadn't tensed when Jay's wings pressed down around them was also clearly a sign of the impending end of days. "Nah, not heaven. E'eryone always wants it ta be heaven, bu' heaven definitely means dead. Ah'm kinda fond o' tha living thing. Even if it's got more drawbacks'n Ah like. Bu' they can be jealous anyway." A very playfully possessive tone crept into his voice as Kevin wrapped his arms snugly around Jay's waist and simply said,"Mine."