Kevin & Jay | 10 pm-ish Tuesday night
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xp_logsJay is intent on not abiding by Kevin's wish to not see him. All his pushing results in Kevin snapping in a way he never does.
Because Jay couldn't help himself, he stood outside of the shop at when he thought the beast would exhaust himself and emerge from his cave. Cross legged, he leaned against his wings, pushing them to the wall, twirling his truck keyes around a finger. He pretended they were a bottle and every second turn, he'd catch them before starting again. It was a mindnumbing act and bad judgement wanted to say he'd spent a half hour repeating this action though really, it had only been ten minutes. He reflected how little patience he had for sitting around now, barely being in the suite and quite frankly, sometimes not coming back to the mansion at all for days. He'd taken up sleeping on couchs of friend's after work, drinking beer and 'shooting the shit' while dicking around with his guitar. And of course, he brought it everywhere he was now. Even now, he would have had it at his side, but he wanted to talk to Kevin and doing that required both hands to be free.
When the object of his attention brushed through the door, Jay immediately pushed off the wall and fell in step beside him. "Hey Handsome," he started, though he couldn't help but give a compliment where it was due, or needed. "Wanna talk?"
Kevin had retreated further into reclusiveness when Jay had broken up with him but it had reached epic proportions ever since he'd gone to Haller looking for help with the problem of his mutation. Even now that he was taking this drug--which really sounded like you had to be insane and/or desperate to take it or prescribe it given the laundry list of side effects Dr. Grey-Summers had gone over with him--that would potentially par his mutation back he didn't want to risk being around people except at work which he wouldn't stop doing or going to because in his head he owed something to Nathan though it was likely only in his own head that he did. Dr. Grey-Summers was sure the drug would do what she had told him it would do. Apparently skin and hair wasn't the problem, but he'd never hung around Muir or listened to them long enough to learn that. The drug she put him on would act on the part of him where his mutation lived so he could deal with the addiction part separately. Science worked the way it was supposed to but Kevin held little hope it would do what she said.
It was late when Kevin came out of the metal shop which had been blaring the heavier variety of Industrial music as he worked out his emotions in art. He was tired, he wanted to go to bed but he came out of the door and spotted Jay because how could he not spot Jay? If Kevin was tense already it was an understatement because his muscles knotted themselves so tightly he was sure something might pop. He didn't look at Jay just kept walking and secretly hoped he was just hallucinating. "Pretty sure Ah made how much Ah wanna talk to you clear," he muttered through clenched teeth that had more to do with restraining himself from reaching out and stroking Jay's cheek with his bare hand than it had to do with the pain of their break up.
"So's Ah guess tha' means a yes, huh?" he grinned, bristling his wings behind him, despite his nonchalant good mood. It was the only give away that he was feeling anything and to maintain a step in with Kevin meant he had to push his strides a little faster. Not something this current lazy guy wanted to do. "Tha' also mean ya gotta walk faster? Slow down before Ah trip over myself." Shoving his hands into his pocket, Jay walked a little faster than Kevin, turned around and walked backwards, moving over until he was lined up in front of Kevin. Grinning, of course.
"So Ah reckon tha' music was either Ah hate mahself, or Ah'mma hatin' mah Ex an' tha rest o' tha world. Yanno if ya feel tha need ta give me a whole category on mah own, Ah'd be honored. Actually, Ah reckon Ah'd be a lil' insulted if ya didn'. Still not talkin' ta me?"
The fact that Jay was grinning both made Kevin's heart leap and twist into a contorted mess. He wasn't actually sure how both reactions were possible at once but somehow they were. "Your clumsiness got nothin' to do with me. Neither do you for that matter." Kevin hadn't even been breaking and effort with his stride before so he gracefully and very carefully stepped around Jay and kept walking, his pace picking up. Jay may have had the height between them but Kevin was the more active of the two. He vaguely considered how bad it would be if he actually broke into a run to get away from his exboyfriend.
Kevin ignored Jay's comments about the music. He listened to that music when he was happy, too. Not that Jay would know that because for all the whining he did about not seeing Kevin he'd never once actually come to the metal shop. He'd never come to see what it was Kevin spent all his time doing. Kevin wouldn't be surprised if his one time boyfriend had no interest in art at all aside from the standard "Oh pretty" kind of reaction to something that wasn't even likely much more than art made to sell something. Not that there was anything wrong with that variety and some very iconic images had come from advertisements, but that wasn't it's be all, end all.
"Someone's in a mood," he snorted, tilting back his head with a roll of his eyes. It was like night and day between them, Kevin with his permanent black cloud and Jay with nothing but good sunshine beaming down on him. Funny how he slept when the sun was at it's peak while Kevin was up and working. Irony was never missed regarding the pair of them and he'd more than once considered writing a song about it.
"Tha' must mean yer free - not that Ah am, but it's good ta know these things. Just in case. Yanno? An' bein' free means ya have time ta talk." He turned around, mimicking Kevin's brisk walk and Jay's foot hooked out to trip him, if only to slow him down. "Wha's yer hurry?"
Kevin's expression darkened when Jay decided he was in a "mood." A guy tells you he loves you but you're making him into someone he hates so he breaks up with you and you're supposed to be sunshine and puppy dogs? What land did Jay live in and were hallucinogenic drugs mandatory there or did he just like being completely deluded. He shot his ex a withering glare but his head didn't even get to fully turn toward the musician before he was forced to catch himself before his face his the ground. The carpet covered ground, to be specific. His gloved hands curled into fists as he raised up onto his knees but stayed haunched over. He had to concentrate very, very hard to resist the temptation that was inches from his face. He had refused to use his powers since speaking to Haller last Thursday night. The urge to just lay his cheek on the ground and let the carpeting on the first first floor of the mansion disintegrate to nothing practically sang the soft notes of a lullaby to entice him. Deep breaths, he needed very deep breaths and right now he needed to not kill Jay in very real ways.
He still hadn't moved, not trusting himself to until he had the urge under control. His voice came out strained with the effort and was again through clenched teeth. "What the fuck do you want, Jay?" It was a testament to just what sort of mental state Kevin was in that he'd sworn, and with seemingly such little provocation. Jay was the only person he could think of in recent memory who'd managed to cause Kevin to swear much at all. There were probably other times but he was usually mindful of manners even when annoyed at people or angry and he didn't curse lightly.
Jay snorted again - a habit he picked up from one of the other bartenders and a frequent response when he was ever asked out or complimented now. He hadn't meant for Kevin to fall completely to the ground. Most people just stumbled, got their foot out right away and recovered but Kevin had been hunching over so much that tripping him seemed to have completely thrown off his balance.
Immediately, the good natured tease turned tense with just that sole swear word and tension radiated off Kevin in waves. It almost took Jay back, but he recovered, mostly because he was used to Kevin's 'moods' and this definitely classified as a mood. Maybe not the type he had seen before, but he blamed that on the breakup. Crouching down, Jay's hand reached out, brushing over Kevin's bicep before dropping and offering him a smile. "Ah thought Ah saw an Angel an' wanted ta say hi. Can' blame me, can ya?"
Contact, even through the material of the three shirts he was wearing, two of which were long sleeved, and his hoodie made Kevin flinch in a way that seemed pained. If it was possible for him to tense more than he was then he did. The muscles of his arms and shoulders were beginning to ache from the strain of being kept so taut. Kevin refused to relax, afraid of what he might do if he did. It was starting to look a lot like Jay had shown up to flaunt his sunny disposition in Kevin's face. Maybe he didn't care about their relationship or that it was over but Kevin did. The sad thing was Kevin was dealing with enough more important stuff, what with battling daily to not reach out and stroke the side of someone's face off, that he wasn't even dealing with the break up. It registered too low for his active attention and that said a lot because if it wasn't for his powers making him want to consume everything in sight until only ashes were left he'd likely be wallowing and pulling his lonely despair around himself like a blanket.
"Yes, Ah can," the words came after a long silence of Kevin trying to compose himself enough to allow his jaw muscles to relax just enough to speak. "Ah don't wanna see you, Jay. We're not friends, we're not anythin'. So leave me the fuck alone already." He just wanted Jay to go away so he had one less temptation near him. At least people at work were giving him a fairly wide berth due to his increasingly dark demeanor and general choice of remaining mute most of the time.
"Ah ain't gonna leave ya alone, so live with it. Godamn," Jay gestured. "Yer cloud's pretty black. Think it's gonna rain?" he joked, trying to keep it light, but who was he kidding. Pushing himself to his feet, he shoved his hands into his loose Levi's which only made them hang off his hips and his hip bone poked through the t-shirt he wore. He'd swear it just got colder in the hall.
"Ya think Ah don' notice? Just cause Ah ain't 'round much don't mean that Ah ain't watchin'. Ya think Ah walk around with mah eyes closed all tha damn time." He nudged Kevin with his knee, mostly because his ex hadn't bothered to get off the ground but remained where he was. "Wha's this? Kick'em when he's down? Where do Ah sign up?" He was just kidding but he could see Kevin practically frothing at the mouth and seriously couldn't figure out why he was the one in a good mood and Kevin was not.
Jay kept getting closer and closer to being that straw that broke the camel's back. He seemed damn intent on tormenting Kevin in the most agonizing way possible. The nudge with the knee was what finally did it. They were in the hall that led to the garage which wasn't exactly the most well traveled area of the mansion but under normal circumstances it would have been far too public for Kevin to snap like he was about it. Kevin finally got up. He gave in and he got up and a moment later he had Jay pinned against the wall with his arm across his ex's throat.
Kevin's hands were balled into fists because even though his gloves were on he wasn't sure how long that might last and he was willing to bet he could make them disappear damn quickly if he wanted to. "Ya don't notice anythin', do ya? So fucking intent on grinning at me 'cause ya wanna twist the knife in deeper that ya don't stop to think, do ya? But ya never were much good at thinking if Ah was the thing you were tryin' to figure out. You're so hell fucking bent on what you want that you refuse to accept that Ah don't want you in mah life," each of those last words were over enunciated and emphasized so that maybe it would make it through Jay's skull if the look in Kevin's eyes that bordered on fury didn't. "Ah don't care how happy you are. In fact, right now Ah hope a huge cement slab falls on ya. If you don't have a very real death wish an' a morbid desire to see just how good that healin' factor is you'll learn to leave me alone. Ain't nothin' got to do with you. Ain't nothin' Ah'm doing or the way Ah'm actin' got to do with you but if you keep pushin' it then it will and when the FBI throws me in a jail cell for the safety of everyone you can rest assured it's because of what you pushed me to do." He didn't make the threat lightly but it was the only thing he could think of to get Jay to go away. Unfortunately he wasn't exaggerating because he was sure if he snapped and decomposed half of Jay's face off the next thing Kevin would do would be to march up to Kane's room and ask Garrison to arrest him. If Kevin couldn't manage to live without hurting people here he wasn't going to manage it anywhere.
He released Jay just as suddenly as he pinned him and he stalked off hoping Jay wouldn't follow.
With even just a few seconds of that arm across Jay's throat while Kevin made his speech, Jay's panic level rose up ten notches to an alarming rate. He couldn't breath through that entire thing and his fingers gripped that arm hard through the fabric. Only when Kevin released him did Jay fall into a fit of coughs. "Asshole," he choked out, brushing the back of his hand over his mouth. Pushing himself upright, he leaned on one leg before taking a step back and brushed a hand over his throat.
"Who are ya an' whaddya done with Kevin?" he called out before turning around and sauntering down the hallway. His wings bristled before he turned the corner.
Because Jay couldn't help himself, he stood outside of the shop at when he thought the beast would exhaust himself and emerge from his cave. Cross legged, he leaned against his wings, pushing them to the wall, twirling his truck keyes around a finger. He pretended they were a bottle and every second turn, he'd catch them before starting again. It was a mindnumbing act and bad judgement wanted to say he'd spent a half hour repeating this action though really, it had only been ten minutes. He reflected how little patience he had for sitting around now, barely being in the suite and quite frankly, sometimes not coming back to the mansion at all for days. He'd taken up sleeping on couchs of friend's after work, drinking beer and 'shooting the shit' while dicking around with his guitar. And of course, he brought it everywhere he was now. Even now, he would have had it at his side, but he wanted to talk to Kevin and doing that required both hands to be free.
When the object of his attention brushed through the door, Jay immediately pushed off the wall and fell in step beside him. "Hey Handsome," he started, though he couldn't help but give a compliment where it was due, or needed. "Wanna talk?"
Kevin had retreated further into reclusiveness when Jay had broken up with him but it had reached epic proportions ever since he'd gone to Haller looking for help with the problem of his mutation. Even now that he was taking this drug--which really sounded like you had to be insane and/or desperate to take it or prescribe it given the laundry list of side effects Dr. Grey-Summers had gone over with him--that would potentially par his mutation back he didn't want to risk being around people except at work which he wouldn't stop doing or going to because in his head he owed something to Nathan though it was likely only in his own head that he did. Dr. Grey-Summers was sure the drug would do what she had told him it would do. Apparently skin and hair wasn't the problem, but he'd never hung around Muir or listened to them long enough to learn that. The drug she put him on would act on the part of him where his mutation lived so he could deal with the addiction part separately. Science worked the way it was supposed to but Kevin held little hope it would do what she said.
It was late when Kevin came out of the metal shop which had been blaring the heavier variety of Industrial music as he worked out his emotions in art. He was tired, he wanted to go to bed but he came out of the door and spotted Jay because how could he not spot Jay? If Kevin was tense already it was an understatement because his muscles knotted themselves so tightly he was sure something might pop. He didn't look at Jay just kept walking and secretly hoped he was just hallucinating. "Pretty sure Ah made how much Ah wanna talk to you clear," he muttered through clenched teeth that had more to do with restraining himself from reaching out and stroking Jay's cheek with his bare hand than it had to do with the pain of their break up.
"So's Ah guess tha' means a yes, huh?" he grinned, bristling his wings behind him, despite his nonchalant good mood. It was the only give away that he was feeling anything and to maintain a step in with Kevin meant he had to push his strides a little faster. Not something this current lazy guy wanted to do. "Tha' also mean ya gotta walk faster? Slow down before Ah trip over myself." Shoving his hands into his pocket, Jay walked a little faster than Kevin, turned around and walked backwards, moving over until he was lined up in front of Kevin. Grinning, of course.
"So Ah reckon tha' music was either Ah hate mahself, or Ah'mma hatin' mah Ex an' tha rest o' tha world. Yanno if ya feel tha need ta give me a whole category on mah own, Ah'd be honored. Actually, Ah reckon Ah'd be a lil' insulted if ya didn'. Still not talkin' ta me?"
The fact that Jay was grinning both made Kevin's heart leap and twist into a contorted mess. He wasn't actually sure how both reactions were possible at once but somehow they were. "Your clumsiness got nothin' to do with me. Neither do you for that matter." Kevin hadn't even been breaking and effort with his stride before so he gracefully and very carefully stepped around Jay and kept walking, his pace picking up. Jay may have had the height between them but Kevin was the more active of the two. He vaguely considered how bad it would be if he actually broke into a run to get away from his exboyfriend.
Kevin ignored Jay's comments about the music. He listened to that music when he was happy, too. Not that Jay would know that because for all the whining he did about not seeing Kevin he'd never once actually come to the metal shop. He'd never come to see what it was Kevin spent all his time doing. Kevin wouldn't be surprised if his one time boyfriend had no interest in art at all aside from the standard "Oh pretty" kind of reaction to something that wasn't even likely much more than art made to sell something. Not that there was anything wrong with that variety and some very iconic images had come from advertisements, but that wasn't it's be all, end all.
"Someone's in a mood," he snorted, tilting back his head with a roll of his eyes. It was like night and day between them, Kevin with his permanent black cloud and Jay with nothing but good sunshine beaming down on him. Funny how he slept when the sun was at it's peak while Kevin was up and working. Irony was never missed regarding the pair of them and he'd more than once considered writing a song about it.
"Tha' must mean yer free - not that Ah am, but it's good ta know these things. Just in case. Yanno? An' bein' free means ya have time ta talk." He turned around, mimicking Kevin's brisk walk and Jay's foot hooked out to trip him, if only to slow him down. "Wha's yer hurry?"
Kevin's expression darkened when Jay decided he was in a "mood." A guy tells you he loves you but you're making him into someone he hates so he breaks up with you and you're supposed to be sunshine and puppy dogs? What land did Jay live in and were hallucinogenic drugs mandatory there or did he just like being completely deluded. He shot his ex a withering glare but his head didn't even get to fully turn toward the musician before he was forced to catch himself before his face his the ground. The carpet covered ground, to be specific. His gloved hands curled into fists as he raised up onto his knees but stayed haunched over. He had to concentrate very, very hard to resist the temptation that was inches from his face. He had refused to use his powers since speaking to Haller last Thursday night. The urge to just lay his cheek on the ground and let the carpeting on the first first floor of the mansion disintegrate to nothing practically sang the soft notes of a lullaby to entice him. Deep breaths, he needed very deep breaths and right now he needed to not kill Jay in very real ways.
He still hadn't moved, not trusting himself to until he had the urge under control. His voice came out strained with the effort and was again through clenched teeth. "What the fuck do you want, Jay?" It was a testament to just what sort of mental state Kevin was in that he'd sworn, and with seemingly such little provocation. Jay was the only person he could think of in recent memory who'd managed to cause Kevin to swear much at all. There were probably other times but he was usually mindful of manners even when annoyed at people or angry and he didn't curse lightly.
Jay snorted again - a habit he picked up from one of the other bartenders and a frequent response when he was ever asked out or complimented now. He hadn't meant for Kevin to fall completely to the ground. Most people just stumbled, got their foot out right away and recovered but Kevin had been hunching over so much that tripping him seemed to have completely thrown off his balance.
Immediately, the good natured tease turned tense with just that sole swear word and tension radiated off Kevin in waves. It almost took Jay back, but he recovered, mostly because he was used to Kevin's 'moods' and this definitely classified as a mood. Maybe not the type he had seen before, but he blamed that on the breakup. Crouching down, Jay's hand reached out, brushing over Kevin's bicep before dropping and offering him a smile. "Ah thought Ah saw an Angel an' wanted ta say hi. Can' blame me, can ya?"
Contact, even through the material of the three shirts he was wearing, two of which were long sleeved, and his hoodie made Kevin flinch in a way that seemed pained. If it was possible for him to tense more than he was then he did. The muscles of his arms and shoulders were beginning to ache from the strain of being kept so taut. Kevin refused to relax, afraid of what he might do if he did. It was starting to look a lot like Jay had shown up to flaunt his sunny disposition in Kevin's face. Maybe he didn't care about their relationship or that it was over but Kevin did. The sad thing was Kevin was dealing with enough more important stuff, what with battling daily to not reach out and stroke the side of someone's face off, that he wasn't even dealing with the break up. It registered too low for his active attention and that said a lot because if it wasn't for his powers making him want to consume everything in sight until only ashes were left he'd likely be wallowing and pulling his lonely despair around himself like a blanket.
"Yes, Ah can," the words came after a long silence of Kevin trying to compose himself enough to allow his jaw muscles to relax just enough to speak. "Ah don't wanna see you, Jay. We're not friends, we're not anythin'. So leave me the fuck alone already." He just wanted Jay to go away so he had one less temptation near him. At least people at work were giving him a fairly wide berth due to his increasingly dark demeanor and general choice of remaining mute most of the time.
"Ah ain't gonna leave ya alone, so live with it. Godamn," Jay gestured. "Yer cloud's pretty black. Think it's gonna rain?" he joked, trying to keep it light, but who was he kidding. Pushing himself to his feet, he shoved his hands into his loose Levi's which only made them hang off his hips and his hip bone poked through the t-shirt he wore. He'd swear it just got colder in the hall.
"Ya think Ah don' notice? Just cause Ah ain't 'round much don't mean that Ah ain't watchin'. Ya think Ah walk around with mah eyes closed all tha damn time." He nudged Kevin with his knee, mostly because his ex hadn't bothered to get off the ground but remained where he was. "Wha's this? Kick'em when he's down? Where do Ah sign up?" He was just kidding but he could see Kevin practically frothing at the mouth and seriously couldn't figure out why he was the one in a good mood and Kevin was not.
Jay kept getting closer and closer to being that straw that broke the camel's back. He seemed damn intent on tormenting Kevin in the most agonizing way possible. The nudge with the knee was what finally did it. They were in the hall that led to the garage which wasn't exactly the most well traveled area of the mansion but under normal circumstances it would have been far too public for Kevin to snap like he was about it. Kevin finally got up. He gave in and he got up and a moment later he had Jay pinned against the wall with his arm across his ex's throat.
Kevin's hands were balled into fists because even though his gloves were on he wasn't sure how long that might last and he was willing to bet he could make them disappear damn quickly if he wanted to. "Ya don't notice anythin', do ya? So fucking intent on grinning at me 'cause ya wanna twist the knife in deeper that ya don't stop to think, do ya? But ya never were much good at thinking if Ah was the thing you were tryin' to figure out. You're so hell fucking bent on what you want that you refuse to accept that Ah don't want you in mah life," each of those last words were over enunciated and emphasized so that maybe it would make it through Jay's skull if the look in Kevin's eyes that bordered on fury didn't. "Ah don't care how happy you are. In fact, right now Ah hope a huge cement slab falls on ya. If you don't have a very real death wish an' a morbid desire to see just how good that healin' factor is you'll learn to leave me alone. Ain't nothin' got to do with you. Ain't nothin' Ah'm doing or the way Ah'm actin' got to do with you but if you keep pushin' it then it will and when the FBI throws me in a jail cell for the safety of everyone you can rest assured it's because of what you pushed me to do." He didn't make the threat lightly but it was the only thing he could think of to get Jay to go away. Unfortunately he wasn't exaggerating because he was sure if he snapped and decomposed half of Jay's face off the next thing Kevin would do would be to march up to Kane's room and ask Garrison to arrest him. If Kevin couldn't manage to live without hurting people here he wasn't going to manage it anywhere.
He released Jay just as suddenly as he pinned him and he stalked off hoping Jay wouldn't follow.
With even just a few seconds of that arm across Jay's throat while Kevin made his speech, Jay's panic level rose up ten notches to an alarming rate. He couldn't breath through that entire thing and his fingers gripped that arm hard through the fabric. Only when Kevin released him did Jay fall into a fit of coughs. "Asshole," he choked out, brushing the back of his hand over his mouth. Pushing himself upright, he leaned on one leg before taking a step back and brushed a hand over his throat.
"Who are ya an' whaddya done with Kevin?" he called out before turning around and sauntering down the hallway. His wings bristled before he turned the corner.
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