Jay & Kevin: February 17th
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xp_logsAfter an exchange over journals Kevin eventually creeps back into the suite only to be tackled by Jay who wants answers Kevin is refusing to give him. For once when they fight no one is going after to make amends.
Kevin wasn't entirely sure if he'd upset or pissed off or something'd Jay, in all honesty. He could have been kidding, it was even likely, but with the lack of intonation in type it was hard to tell. He wasn't going to tell him what rumours he'd heard at all. He wasn't going to ever bring up the Kevin that was dead or the fact that people seemed to think Jay had gotten around. It wasn't hard to hear things. But they weren't things that mattered either. Though, really, boycotting the suite wasn't really exactly effective either. Mostly because Kevin really liked his bed and abandoning it at length wasn't really top of list to do list at all.
Eventually he'd picked his way back up to the suite he shared with Jay from the workshop that Kevin spent most of his time in. He poked his head through the door first, peering about as if looking for a dangerous enemy. Finding no one in the common rooms, Kevin finally opened the door properly and walked in, letting the door click softly shut before padding off toward his room, where comfy bed type things waited for him to lounge on while he sketched out plans for a possible artistic endeavor.
Jay was smiling by the end of it, hell, he was even smiling through the whole thing, except that he could see that Kevin was unsure, treading on what he thought were unfamiliar grounds between them. He just went with it, whatever Kevin said, Jay countered with and really, he just liked to see his boyfriend flustered to the point of annoyance but it was all in good fun. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so good with a little mindless banter.
Stretching in the room, he contemplated going to find Kevin, but decided instead that he would do a little studying in his room. Stretched out, stomach flat against the mattress, Jay mulled over the the ingrediants for five specific drink that he was instructed to make next week. He was going to wait Kevin out because he knew that Kevin couldn't avoid his bed. He liked to sleep, as Jay did, and he would turn up eventually.
Apart of it bothered Jay that people were talking about him and Kevin was over hearing things. Anyone would be bothered by that, he rationalized. Whether it was today or three months ago. Insecurity churned his stomach a little, worrying over something so petty and yet so significant to him. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal, but then why wouldn't Kevin tell him if it wasn't? He wouldn't get mad about it, would he? Not unless it was something that tarnished him in some way. Truth had a way of doing that, and so did rumors.
Upon hearing the light door click, or what he thought was a click, Jay slipped off his bed quietly and turned his door knob, opening it a crack. Sure enough, there was Kevin, trying his damnest to make a stealthy retreat to his bedroom. "There ya are. Get over 'ere," he threw open his door and ran out to tackle Kevin to the floor. Unless he got the door shut first.
Usually when a person said to get over there they didn't end up launching themselves at you. Usually they stood there waiting, hands on their hips with maybe a foot tapping impatiently. Clearly Jay had missed the memo on protocol. It was for this reason that Kevin wasn't quite prepared to be tackled when he turned to look at Jay, maybe even say something. No, instead he ended up flat on his back with his winged, and all too pleased, boyfriend on top of him. "Ow." He was grimacing a little and groaned, shifting his hips so he could take some weight off his abused tailbone.
"Erm, hi. Uh, did Ah mention 'ow' yet? New interrogation technique? Run an' launch yerself at tha person needed fer questioning? Pin 'im ta tha groun' an' threaten bodily harm if 'e don' talk?"
"Good. Ya deserve a lil' owe fer wha' ya put me through on a daily basis," he said in an accusing, playful tone. Gloved fingers locked around Kevin's wrists, straddling his waist and pinning him completely. "Ya need ta stop dodgin' an' answer tha question."
With a raised eyebrow Kevin answered with a defiant, "Ah ain't answerin' it. Ya can drive yerself mad o'er it if ya wan', but Ah ain't gonna help wi' yer irrational concern fer what other people are thinkin'." He considered whether or not he could throw Jay off him in his current position and Kevin was pretty sure he could manage it just fine. After all, Jay was sleek and winged, Kevin had muscle. It was sort of cute, though, when Jay thought he could be the aggressor in this pinning down kind of way.
His grip was tight, his eyes demanding. "Stubborn mule. If someone was gabbin' shit 'bout ya, Ah would tell ya if ya asked. It ain't irrational. Ah wanna know so Ah can set 'em straight and set 'em ta rest. Yer bein' irrational by hidin' it, makin' a big deal o' it an' not telling me a damn thing. Didn' ya know ya don't keep secrets when yer in love?"
"That ain't true. People never stop keepin' secret. 'Sides, you care so much go start askin' 'round. You'll hit jackpot 'ventually." Kevin's expression was completely neutral and unaffected. Jay looked like he'd scoop the information right out of Kevin's brain if he could but Kevin wasn't really going in for that. "Ah tol' you they weren't nothin' important. Ah tol' you they don't matter none. So whatcha gotta know fer anyhow? Ah should be all offended ya don't jus' believe me."
Jay's hands let go of Kevin's wrists, dismissively throwing his arms up in the air as he stood up. He wasn't inclined to give up but put out that Kevin wasn't going to tell him at this very point in time, if ever. "So if they don' matter none, then they must be bad. Cause don' matter mean nuttin' good, meanin' tha' yer ignorin' it despite what ya heard. Ah should be offended ya just don' tell me nuttin'." He hated secrets, hating not knowing something and was put out that this was turning in the pit of his stomach, like two people knew something he didn't and they were laughing about it.
Kevin propped himself up on his elbows, but otherwise remained laying on the ground in case a second attack came. "Jay, why do ya care? An' fer the record, Ah'm jus' as capable o' wi'holdin' good stuff's Ah am wi'holdin' bad. It could not matter 'cause it's good an' Ah already got tha firs'-han' experience o' it, too. This whole doom cloud thin's supposed to be my shtick, no' yours."
"It's usually bad," he said with a pout threatening to break into narrowing of the eyes. Kevin was right, it shouldn't have mattered but it did and Jay couldn't understand why Kevin couldn't see that it mattered to him. "So if it don' matter, than tell me," he said simply, because it should have been just that. Simple.
He leaned on the door frame, the front of his shoulder hiding behind it while he stared down at Kevin in waiting.
"No." The answer was just as simple as the request and it came without any inflection in tone at all. Kevin finally stood up and leaned his back against the opposite side of the door frame while he stared at Jay. "It don' matter, but you keep actin' like it's all important. Jus' 'cause it don't matter ta me, fer good or ill, don' mean you won't go an' get all emotional o'er it. Maybe someone was talkin' 'bout how amazin' you are an' Ah don' wanna lose you er something. Why can't you accept tha' there's thin's Ah don' wanna say ta you?
Jay snorted at that. "No one goes on 'bout how amazin' someone is an' then their boyfriend hides it. Only happens in 'em gay movies like... like Highschool Musical." Jay pushed off the frame, frowning and turned to go back to his bedroom.
Kevin sighed and shook his head. "Ya need ta learn ta care less wha' other people think er say. You've got wings, Jay. Someone's always gonna be sayin' somethin' one way or 'nother." Kevin watched Jay turn and didn't bother to stop him from walking away for once, because he knew he had a point here. Thick skin was necessary if you were a mutant, especially if you were an obvious one.
Jay stopped at his door. "Cause Ah got wings," he repeated flatly, unamused. "Right. It's 'bout mutants startin' rumors on other mutants. Don' start on that freak bullshit, cause Ah ain't in the mood. Know what Ah like 'bout our doors Kev? They don' disintegrate if ya touch 'em." And he closed his bedroom door.
"Well, wasn' tha' jus' abou' tha most fun Ah never wanted ta have," Kevin muttered under his breath. "Yeah, yer a freak alrigh', Jay. But not 'cause ya got wings." He decided to let it lie for tonight. Jay could go and that'd be that for tonight. Tomorrow Kevin would work on patching things. Jay's emotions were just running too high tonight, he thought. So he closed his own door and tried to remember what it was that he had meant to come in here to do in the first place.
Kevin wasn't entirely sure if he'd upset or pissed off or something'd Jay, in all honesty. He could have been kidding, it was even likely, but with the lack of intonation in type it was hard to tell. He wasn't going to tell him what rumours he'd heard at all. He wasn't going to ever bring up the Kevin that was dead or the fact that people seemed to think Jay had gotten around. It wasn't hard to hear things. But they weren't things that mattered either. Though, really, boycotting the suite wasn't really exactly effective either. Mostly because Kevin really liked his bed and abandoning it at length wasn't really top of list to do list at all.
Eventually he'd picked his way back up to the suite he shared with Jay from the workshop that Kevin spent most of his time in. He poked his head through the door first, peering about as if looking for a dangerous enemy. Finding no one in the common rooms, Kevin finally opened the door properly and walked in, letting the door click softly shut before padding off toward his room, where comfy bed type things waited for him to lounge on while he sketched out plans for a possible artistic endeavor.
Jay was smiling by the end of it, hell, he was even smiling through the whole thing, except that he could see that Kevin was unsure, treading on what he thought were unfamiliar grounds between them. He just went with it, whatever Kevin said, Jay countered with and really, he just liked to see his boyfriend flustered to the point of annoyance but it was all in good fun. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so good with a little mindless banter.
Stretching in the room, he contemplated going to find Kevin, but decided instead that he would do a little studying in his room. Stretched out, stomach flat against the mattress, Jay mulled over the the ingrediants for five specific drink that he was instructed to make next week. He was going to wait Kevin out because he knew that Kevin couldn't avoid his bed. He liked to sleep, as Jay did, and he would turn up eventually.
Apart of it bothered Jay that people were talking about him and Kevin was over hearing things. Anyone would be bothered by that, he rationalized. Whether it was today or three months ago. Insecurity churned his stomach a little, worrying over something so petty and yet so significant to him. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal, but then why wouldn't Kevin tell him if it wasn't? He wouldn't get mad about it, would he? Not unless it was something that tarnished him in some way. Truth had a way of doing that, and so did rumors.
Upon hearing the light door click, or what he thought was a click, Jay slipped off his bed quietly and turned his door knob, opening it a crack. Sure enough, there was Kevin, trying his damnest to make a stealthy retreat to his bedroom. "There ya are. Get over 'ere," he threw open his door and ran out to tackle Kevin to the floor. Unless he got the door shut first.
Usually when a person said to get over there they didn't end up launching themselves at you. Usually they stood there waiting, hands on their hips with maybe a foot tapping impatiently. Clearly Jay had missed the memo on protocol. It was for this reason that Kevin wasn't quite prepared to be tackled when he turned to look at Jay, maybe even say something. No, instead he ended up flat on his back with his winged, and all too pleased, boyfriend on top of him. "Ow." He was grimacing a little and groaned, shifting his hips so he could take some weight off his abused tailbone.
"Erm, hi. Uh, did Ah mention 'ow' yet? New interrogation technique? Run an' launch yerself at tha person needed fer questioning? Pin 'im ta tha groun' an' threaten bodily harm if 'e don' talk?"
"Good. Ya deserve a lil' owe fer wha' ya put me through on a daily basis," he said in an accusing, playful tone. Gloved fingers locked around Kevin's wrists, straddling his waist and pinning him completely. "Ya need ta stop dodgin' an' answer tha question."
With a raised eyebrow Kevin answered with a defiant, "Ah ain't answerin' it. Ya can drive yerself mad o'er it if ya wan', but Ah ain't gonna help wi' yer irrational concern fer what other people are thinkin'." He considered whether or not he could throw Jay off him in his current position and Kevin was pretty sure he could manage it just fine. After all, Jay was sleek and winged, Kevin had muscle. It was sort of cute, though, when Jay thought he could be the aggressor in this pinning down kind of way.
His grip was tight, his eyes demanding. "Stubborn mule. If someone was gabbin' shit 'bout ya, Ah would tell ya if ya asked. It ain't irrational. Ah wanna know so Ah can set 'em straight and set 'em ta rest. Yer bein' irrational by hidin' it, makin' a big deal o' it an' not telling me a damn thing. Didn' ya know ya don't keep secrets when yer in love?"
"That ain't true. People never stop keepin' secret. 'Sides, you care so much go start askin' 'round. You'll hit jackpot 'ventually." Kevin's expression was completely neutral and unaffected. Jay looked like he'd scoop the information right out of Kevin's brain if he could but Kevin wasn't really going in for that. "Ah tol' you they weren't nothin' important. Ah tol' you they don't matter none. So whatcha gotta know fer anyhow? Ah should be all offended ya don't jus' believe me."
Jay's hands let go of Kevin's wrists, dismissively throwing his arms up in the air as he stood up. He wasn't inclined to give up but put out that Kevin wasn't going to tell him at this very point in time, if ever. "So if they don' matter none, then they must be bad. Cause don' matter mean nuttin' good, meanin' tha' yer ignorin' it despite what ya heard. Ah should be offended ya just don' tell me nuttin'." He hated secrets, hating not knowing something and was put out that this was turning in the pit of his stomach, like two people knew something he didn't and they were laughing about it.
Kevin propped himself up on his elbows, but otherwise remained laying on the ground in case a second attack came. "Jay, why do ya care? An' fer the record, Ah'm jus' as capable o' wi'holdin' good stuff's Ah am wi'holdin' bad. It could not matter 'cause it's good an' Ah already got tha firs'-han' experience o' it, too. This whole doom cloud thin's supposed to be my shtick, no' yours."
"It's usually bad," he said with a pout threatening to break into narrowing of the eyes. Kevin was right, it shouldn't have mattered but it did and Jay couldn't understand why Kevin couldn't see that it mattered to him. "So if it don' matter, than tell me," he said simply, because it should have been just that. Simple.
He leaned on the door frame, the front of his shoulder hiding behind it while he stared down at Kevin in waiting.
"No." The answer was just as simple as the request and it came without any inflection in tone at all. Kevin finally stood up and leaned his back against the opposite side of the door frame while he stared at Jay. "It don' matter, but you keep actin' like it's all important. Jus' 'cause it don't matter ta me, fer good or ill, don' mean you won't go an' get all emotional o'er it. Maybe someone was talkin' 'bout how amazin' you are an' Ah don' wanna lose you er something. Why can't you accept tha' there's thin's Ah don' wanna say ta you?
Jay snorted at that. "No one goes on 'bout how amazin' someone is an' then their boyfriend hides it. Only happens in 'em gay movies like... like Highschool Musical." Jay pushed off the frame, frowning and turned to go back to his bedroom.
Kevin sighed and shook his head. "Ya need ta learn ta care less wha' other people think er say. You've got wings, Jay. Someone's always gonna be sayin' somethin' one way or 'nother." Kevin watched Jay turn and didn't bother to stop him from walking away for once, because he knew he had a point here. Thick skin was necessary if you were a mutant, especially if you were an obvious one.
Jay stopped at his door. "Cause Ah got wings," he repeated flatly, unamused. "Right. It's 'bout mutants startin' rumors on other mutants. Don' start on that freak bullshit, cause Ah ain't in the mood. Know what Ah like 'bout our doors Kev? They don' disintegrate if ya touch 'em." And he closed his bedroom door.
"Well, wasn' tha' jus' abou' tha most fun Ah never wanted ta have," Kevin muttered under his breath. "Yeah, yer a freak alrigh', Jay. But not 'cause ya got wings." He decided to let it lie for tonight. Jay could go and that'd be that for tonight. Tomorrow Kevin would work on patching things. Jay's emotions were just running too high tonight, he thought. So he closed his own door and tried to remember what it was that he had meant to come in here to do in the first place.
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