Shuttup. You knew what you were doing when you decided to walk around in just yours boxers. You’re pure evil.
What can I say? I’m a tease. Love me.
Another? Damn you’re needy, but eh, I guess I could go for a round 2. Except this time… we’re dirtying up your place.
If I recall, you were the needy one the other night.
And I’ll happily take full blame for it.
Good. I think we should have another one of those nights, though….
Hell yeah to that, dude! I knew you’d fall to the powers of the dark side eventually, I just knew it.
Fuck buddy? Aha, what happened to the little straight boy I knew and loved?
Man you should know by now that once you get the dick, there’s no going back.
Well, well, well. If it isn’t my fuck buddy/best friend.
The beat pulsed through his veins alongside the burning alcohol that had just ingested into his system. Each movement of his body, each gyration of his own hips pressed up against Cole’s sent his heart beating a little faster, his fingers gripping at the other boy’s hips as he pulled him even closer to his moving body. One side of Jaxon’s lips curled up in a small smile, one hand leaving Cole’s hip as it snaked up his body before completely dropping to limply hang beside his rocking body. He leaned his head in, lips barely brushing the brunette’s ear as he drunkenly mumbled something that wasn’t audible beneath the booming music that poured from the speakers that had been carefully placed around the dim room. Every movement he executed was driven by an inward force, a force that had existed within his being ever since he laid eyes on Cole. From day one Jaxon knew there was something different about the lad; from the way he accepted the raven-haired boy for who he was, or the way that he was such a goober whenever they were just chilling out and relaxing after a shot, or to the way he wrapped his thin limbs around Jax when the world seemed to be crumbling before him. And now, with his body pressed tightly against his friend’s in the packed club with moving bodies dripping with sweat around them, Jaxon couldn’t keep that hidden force under control. There had always been times were it leaked out of him, the times where he found himself blatantly hitting on Cole in the public eye or when he allowed his hands to travel a little too far down in a hug - but this had to top the charts. His alcohol ridden body wasn’t holding anything in, his movements becoming more violent as the songs progressed and changed with the rapid pace of the blinking lights.
However, his movements were soon forced to slow down as Cole began to squirm around within his grasp, the brunette’s body fighting slightly at the strength that was pressing itself against him. It was weird at first, almost frightening; it was like Cole wanted to free himself of Jaxon, run off and find a pretty girl to dance with because he was tired of falling to the drunken siren calls of Jaxon’s body. But all fear was soon shut down as his glazed carmel orbs found themselves staring right back at a pair of blue ones - Cole’s. Without even thinking, his arms snaked from their awkward resting position on his friend’s now still hips to rest lightly, linked together by his fingers, on the small of the boy’s back. It was a silly embrace, the way he was holding Cole, but he honestly couldn’t give a single fuck. There was a warmth in his arms; a warmth that was completely different than the heat his body felt from moving and being packed tightly in such a small space with a million other bodies. This warmth was special - a loving warmth. The silly smile that had found its way onto his rosy lips was soon cut off, his racing mind going blank as he found his face caught within the hands of his friend and his lips trapped by a passionate kiss. As he melted into the embrace, his lips slowly moving against the others, Jaxon lost himself completely. There was nothing else in the world except for Cole, who rested safely in his arms for the moment. Even when the kiss was broken, his lips begging for more but not daring to make another move for fear of rejection or hurt, the world around them was still gone. It wouldn’t come back to him, the music and business of the setting behind him completely fading away for the rest of the night as the warm skin of his forehead matched Cole’s and three small words were uttered into the silence that had found him. Tonight, he knew it, would finally be about the two of them.
“I hope you mean that,” he mumbled, one of his hands dropping from Cole’s back to find his hand and interlock their fingers. “because I love you, too.” Jaxon’s deep eyes were caught on the other boy’s lips as he spoke, slowly drifting their way back up to meet his cerulean ones before a momentary rush of adrenaline and pure passion overtook him, causing his lips to press themselves forcefully against Cole’s in a rough kiss. He continued with this action, his body leaning in as he deepened the very public kiss that was now catching the eyes and flashes of many of the those who encircled the two boys. The fact that Jaxon was involved with this public display of affection wasn’t a surprise; though he tried to portray himself as calm, collected, and totally capable of keeping it in his pants, he had several very public club hookups with random men he came across as his nights went on. But, the fact that he was now going through with another that was with his seemingly straight best friend, was. As his tongue slipped from inside his own mouth to enter into Cole’s, a small flash of an Iphone camera snapped him back to reality for a moment as he realized that if they wanted to continue what they were going after right now, they would need to find somewhere with a little more privacy. Breaking the contact with Cole, Jaxon pulled himself free of the boy but left their hands still attached at the fingers as he shuffled and pulled the boy through the mass of staring faces towards the door. He pushed past the final group of people, the smoggy Los Angeles night air acting as a quick refreshment as it filled his lungs as he signaled for a taxi. Seeing as Cole was almost too drunk to stand, and he, himself, was a little tipsy, Jaxon thought it would be the best to call a taxi - not to mention that the backseat would be a perfect place to continue their heated session. As the bright yellow vehicle pulled up before him, the raven-haired boy jerked the door open and pushed Cole inside so that he was laying across the entire backseat of the car. Crawling in after him with a smirk on his face, Jaxon mumbled a quick ‘840 North Larrabee, West Hollywood’ to the driver as he straddled the boy below him in the small backseat of the car before attacking his lips and neck with rough, mark leaving kisses.
Cole couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as the words left Jaxon’s lips, his heart racing rapidly as he grabbed his face and smashed his lips against the other boy’s roughly. Cole was ecstatic; The fact that Jaxon felt the same way he did made him feel like he was on top of the world, like he would float away at any given moment. Nothing else mattered anymore. It was just the two of them, standing in the middle of the club kissing and confessing their love. And as Cole’s fingers tangled in the raven locks on Jaxon’s head, he knew he was finally at home. He knew that this is where he belonged; In Jaxon’s arms, hugging and kissing and loving each other. Every single emotion that he had kept hidden was now surfacing once more as his lips moved relentlessly against Jaxon’s. He never wanted this moment - no this night - to end, he didn’t want to fear that he would wake up and realize that it was a dream, that none of this is actually happening. He didn’t want to let Jaxon go. Pulling away, Cole beamed at his best friend who was now pulling him through the crowd and taking him outside. Even though his drunken mind, Cole knew where they were going. He knew the consequences of getting noticed in the public eye, what the tabloids would write about the two boys and how they would probably make the front page of every magazine. Cole nearly cackled to himself as he thought about a hypothetical title; Spotted: Two hot male models swapping spit in the middle of a club. Pictures inside.
Gripping Jaxon’s hand, Cole laughed as he watched a taxi pull up, opening his mouth to say something before he felt himself being pushed inside the yellow car. With his back pushed against the leather seats, his cerulean eyes gazed to the door of the taxi when he saw Jaxon climb in and on top of him, the door shutting behind him as a smirk graced Cole’s lips. Feeling Jaxon’s lips on his neck made him shudder, his fingers gripping the raven-haired boys locks as his eyes closed, lips parted as he relished in the sensation of the pair of lips nipping at his exposed skin. Moving his hands from Jax’s hair to his shoulders, Cole gripped his upper half tightly before pushing him up against the window and flipping their positions. Smirking down at Jaxon, he grazed his teeth against his neck, his breath ragged as he pressed his lips gently against the exposed flesh. His tongue poked out from behind his lips and ran up the nap of Jaxon’s neck, stopping right below his lips. Cole grinned as he leaned down again and pressed his lips against Jaxon’s for what seemed like the millionth time that night. Feeling the taxi cab jolt to a stop, Cole ran a hand through his hair and reluctantly pulled away from Jaxon. Gripping his hand tightly, he roughly opened the cab door and slipped out whilst pulling Jax behind him. Laughing to himself as they made their way up to the entrance of Jaxon’s apartment building, Cole couldn’t help but grin as they waited for the elevator doors to open, dragging Jaxon in when they did. Pushing the boy against the lift’s wall, he placed his hands next to his head, leaning down and crashing his lips against Jaxon’s. He didn’t care about the security cameras hidden in the corner of the lift, not at all. All he cared about was getting Jaxon home and fucking him senseless for the rest of the night.