Jay & Kyle
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xp_logsJay goes to see Kyle and feeds him. They talk about Sam and what's going on with the older Guthrie when conversation shifts to where Kyle can get leverage over Shiro.
It felt like only yesterday that Kyle had visited Jay when he was down in the medbay, Tupperware in hand, knocking on the door but only now, they're roles were reversed. Jay had steak and mashed potatoes in hand, using the container on the door to give it a good knock. "Kyle you in?" he said against the frame and tossed his bangs from his eyes, hoping Kyle was around.
"Yeah, hold on." The broken ribs had healed down to a dull ache that twinged when he moved, but it still made getting up somewhat painful. Kyle emerged from his room in cut-off jeans, with tape around his ribs and mottled bruising showing on his side and chest. "Oh, hey, you brought me food?" He could smell the steak even through the Tupperware. "I think you're my new favourite Guthrie..."
Jay grinned flirtaously. "Ah'm always yer favourite," he said, holding out the Tupperware as he came inside. "It's still hot and Ah reckon you needed somethin' proteinish. His fingers briefly touched the bruise as he passed. "Heard about that. How's it feel?" Looked like it was getting better.
"Well, your brother's so NOT my favourite." Kyle said, grinning back. He opened the container, and the grin grew wider. "Feels like I got punched by a truck. Hey, incidentally, your brother punches like a truck. Just FYI." He wasn't so much angry as annoyed and confused. Sam had always been the not-crazy one. "I'm at that colourful stage. Took a shower and everything was that yellow and green color."
"Yeah, maybe you'll let me inspect it later," he teased and flopped down on the couch, leaning back and rolling his shoulder into the blades of the retracted wings. "Ah dunno about Sam. Must run in the family or somethin'. He said it was all about. understandin' what's goin' on with our family, but he wasn't drunk or nuttin' huh?" he asked, brushing his hair from his face again.
Kyle answered from the kitchen, laughing as he opened the dishwasher to take out a clean fork. "Dude, I'm pretty sure Jan would zap me and not in the hot oops during sex way." Okay, that didn't happen often, but it was sort of funny when she did it. "Dude, all I know is that he was all convinced everyone thinks he's a wuss or something. He wasn't making a whole lot of sense."
"Ah know and it's pretty bad when Ah'm askin' whats got him so crazy. Everyone's sayin' it's his girlfriend but he's more hung up on being able to have some sorta choice when it comes to killin', like havin' mercy instead of not being able to. You tried talkin' to him after it? He's pretty sorry about it."
"Haven't decided if I want to let him stew a couple of days more or not." Kyle said, halfway through a piece of steak. "I mean, there's sorry and then there's what's he gonna do to fix it? I think he's freaking out because all you us kids that he was teaching History to are all growing up all badass and shit." And because his little brother was blue with metal wings, but that was just such a little unimportant thing. Really.
"Yanno, Ah know we Guthries ain't perfect, but Paige is full of crazy when you hit the wrong button and seriously, Sam? Ah didn't think he ever had it in him. Now Ah'm wondering if it was there all along, like genetics." He leaned back, picking at some skin that he'd been working off around his fingernail, self mutilating without realizing. "Don't tell him Ah called him crazy. He'll just get all depressed and moopy and we don't need any of 'em Guthrie traits comin' out anymore."
"I dunno. I just figure everyone pops off sometime. Better he did it on me than someone who'd get seriously hurt." Not that Kyle wished it on anyone - even the folks who would've been able to just take the punch. "I'm not gonna tell him you said he was crazy. I'm not gonna tell him I think he's crazy. Well, not again anyway. I've had enough bruises for like a whole month or something."
"Ah mean, Ah kinda get what he's sayin' but --" he shrugged. "But maybe he's just sick of bein' our rock, yanno? Like if you look at it backwards, everyone that was crazy, ain't now. Everyone who wasn't, is now. Some kinda ying yang, chaos order theory. God, Ah've been hangin' with Shiro too much. He's rubbin' off."
Kyle paused, mouth half open for another bite of food. "Wait, hanging out with Shiro like hanging out, or hanging out like with naked time involved?" Because if Shiro and Jay were having sex, then he could definitely give Shiro crap for it. It was only fair, if Shiro was sleeping with Kyle's ex, he had no right to be pissy with Kyle for having once dated Clarice. It made sense. In Kyle's head. "I dunno, I mean, everyone has something that messes them up. Maybe whatever is up with Sam is whatever his is."
"What?" Jay asked, hands breaking apart briefly, palms up to the ceiling in innocence. "You wanna know if you suck better than he does?" He let the topic of Sam go, only because it was too heavy for him and let a grin ease over his features mischievously. "Didn't know you still had it in you."
"No, and I don't wanna have some kind of kinky three-way with you guys. I have a girlfriend, remember?" Not that Kyle didn't still have the occasional private shower time regarding Jay, but that was an entire skin color and pair of wings with -feathers- ago. "Also, I don't wanna think about Shiro's junk pretty much ever."
Jay shifted and leaned back, propping his feet up on the edge of the couch, grinning to himself as he continued to pick at his nail. He smiled but kept his comments to himself. "How's Jan anyways?"
"She's, you know, Jan. I mean, pretty much the same as always. Optimistic and cheerful and totally puts up with my snoring." Well, sometimes. Sharing a bed didn't always work in the sleeping sense when Kyle took up most of a bed himself and Jan couldn't sleep on her back or curled up on her side without discomfort from the wings. "So are you and Shiro totally like dating or is this just oh-emm-gee the sex?"
He smiled because he knew Kyle couldn't help to explore that little bit of gossip and shrugged. "Datin' Ah think. He's kinda uncomfortable to talk about it. More like the physical type, yanno?"
"Sweet! I'm totally gonna give him a world of crap about it." Kyle said, practically crowing with glee. "Oh, and uh, congrats, I guess? I mean, when he's not being a buttmunch, he's not a bad guy."
It felt like only yesterday that Kyle had visited Jay when he was down in the medbay, Tupperware in hand, knocking on the door but only now, they're roles were reversed. Jay had steak and mashed potatoes in hand, using the container on the door to give it a good knock. "Kyle you in?" he said against the frame and tossed his bangs from his eyes, hoping Kyle was around.
"Yeah, hold on." The broken ribs had healed down to a dull ache that twinged when he moved, but it still made getting up somewhat painful. Kyle emerged from his room in cut-off jeans, with tape around his ribs and mottled bruising showing on his side and chest. "Oh, hey, you brought me food?" He could smell the steak even through the Tupperware. "I think you're my new favourite Guthrie..."
Jay grinned flirtaously. "Ah'm always yer favourite," he said, holding out the Tupperware as he came inside. "It's still hot and Ah reckon you needed somethin' proteinish. His fingers briefly touched the bruise as he passed. "Heard about that. How's it feel?" Looked like it was getting better.
"Well, your brother's so NOT my favourite." Kyle said, grinning back. He opened the container, and the grin grew wider. "Feels like I got punched by a truck. Hey, incidentally, your brother punches like a truck. Just FYI." He wasn't so much angry as annoyed and confused. Sam had always been the not-crazy one. "I'm at that colourful stage. Took a shower and everything was that yellow and green color."
"Yeah, maybe you'll let me inspect it later," he teased and flopped down on the couch, leaning back and rolling his shoulder into the blades of the retracted wings. "Ah dunno about Sam. Must run in the family or somethin'. He said it was all about. understandin' what's goin' on with our family, but he wasn't drunk or nuttin' huh?" he asked, brushing his hair from his face again.
Kyle answered from the kitchen, laughing as he opened the dishwasher to take out a clean fork. "Dude, I'm pretty sure Jan would zap me and not in the hot oops during sex way." Okay, that didn't happen often, but it was sort of funny when she did it. "Dude, all I know is that he was all convinced everyone thinks he's a wuss or something. He wasn't making a whole lot of sense."
"Ah know and it's pretty bad when Ah'm askin' whats got him so crazy. Everyone's sayin' it's his girlfriend but he's more hung up on being able to have some sorta choice when it comes to killin', like havin' mercy instead of not being able to. You tried talkin' to him after it? He's pretty sorry about it."
"Haven't decided if I want to let him stew a couple of days more or not." Kyle said, halfway through a piece of steak. "I mean, there's sorry and then there's what's he gonna do to fix it? I think he's freaking out because all you us kids that he was teaching History to are all growing up all badass and shit." And because his little brother was blue with metal wings, but that was just such a little unimportant thing. Really.
"Yanno, Ah know we Guthries ain't perfect, but Paige is full of crazy when you hit the wrong button and seriously, Sam? Ah didn't think he ever had it in him. Now Ah'm wondering if it was there all along, like genetics." He leaned back, picking at some skin that he'd been working off around his fingernail, self mutilating without realizing. "Don't tell him Ah called him crazy. He'll just get all depressed and moopy and we don't need any of 'em Guthrie traits comin' out anymore."
"I dunno. I just figure everyone pops off sometime. Better he did it on me than someone who'd get seriously hurt." Not that Kyle wished it on anyone - even the folks who would've been able to just take the punch. "I'm not gonna tell him you said he was crazy. I'm not gonna tell him I think he's crazy. Well, not again anyway. I've had enough bruises for like a whole month or something."
"Ah mean, Ah kinda get what he's sayin' but --" he shrugged. "But maybe he's just sick of bein' our rock, yanno? Like if you look at it backwards, everyone that was crazy, ain't now. Everyone who wasn't, is now. Some kinda ying yang, chaos order theory. God, Ah've been hangin' with Shiro too much. He's rubbin' off."
Kyle paused, mouth half open for another bite of food. "Wait, hanging out with Shiro like hanging out, or hanging out like with naked time involved?" Because if Shiro and Jay were having sex, then he could definitely give Shiro crap for it. It was only fair, if Shiro was sleeping with Kyle's ex, he had no right to be pissy with Kyle for having once dated Clarice. It made sense. In Kyle's head. "I dunno, I mean, everyone has something that messes them up. Maybe whatever is up with Sam is whatever his is."
"What?" Jay asked, hands breaking apart briefly, palms up to the ceiling in innocence. "You wanna know if you suck better than he does?" He let the topic of Sam go, only because it was too heavy for him and let a grin ease over his features mischievously. "Didn't know you still had it in you."
"No, and I don't wanna have some kind of kinky three-way with you guys. I have a girlfriend, remember?" Not that Kyle didn't still have the occasional private shower time regarding Jay, but that was an entire skin color and pair of wings with -feathers- ago. "Also, I don't wanna think about Shiro's junk pretty much ever."
Jay shifted and leaned back, propping his feet up on the edge of the couch, grinning to himself as he continued to pick at his nail. He smiled but kept his comments to himself. "How's Jan anyways?"
"She's, you know, Jan. I mean, pretty much the same as always. Optimistic and cheerful and totally puts up with my snoring." Well, sometimes. Sharing a bed didn't always work in the sleeping sense when Kyle took up most of a bed himself and Jan couldn't sleep on her back or curled up on her side without discomfort from the wings. "So are you and Shiro totally like dating or is this just oh-emm-gee the sex?"
He smiled because he knew Kyle couldn't help to explore that little bit of gossip and shrugged. "Datin' Ah think. He's kinda uncomfortable to talk about it. More like the physical type, yanno?"
"Sweet! I'm totally gonna give him a world of crap about it." Kyle said, practically crowing with glee. "Oh, and uh, congrats, I guess? I mean, when he's not being a buttmunch, he's not a bad guy."
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Date: 2009-07-27 11:09 pm (UTC)Jan says she'd watch that Jay-Kyle-Shiro three-way. ;)
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Date: 2009-07-27 11:18 pm (UTC)