"Are you a parking ticket because you got FINE written all over you."
"——.. you win. Hi, I’m Jace. Remember it because you’ll be screaming it later."
"Please. For me? You never come out of your room"
"There’s a reason for that, it’s because I don’t… do well around people."
Jax groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face in an effort to clear the haze in his head. He’d had too much to drink — yet again — and was no doubt waking up in a stranger’s bed, head pounding and stomach rolling. Steeling himself for the awkward confrontation that was no doubt about to ensue, he blinked his eyes open, turning his gaze toward the companion next to him. What he didn’t expect to find, though, was Jace, the blonde boy he’d occasionally make out with when his mind was just drunk enough to wonder what it would be like with a boy. Apparently, they’d taken the next step last night. (There was no use pretending he didn’t remember — he’d had a few drinks, but he wasn’t black-out drunk and they both knew it. Besides, he was clearly naked under the blankets. It didn’t take a genius to figure that one out.) Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, he started to pull himself out of the other boy’s grasp, wincing at every movement that could wake Jace up.
Groaning slightly once he felt the other boy stirring about in his bed, he hesitantly tightened his grip around his wast. He whined softly and pushed himself closer to Jax. He nuzzled his face in the side of the other boy’s neck, letting out a soft gasp once their lengths brushed against each other, shifting a bit but not loosening his grip. “— Stay,” He purred, pressing soft kisses to Jax’s neck before he slowly pulled away to look up at him. “Don’t go, please, just… for a few more hours. I’ll cook you breakfast, if you want,” He offered, at this point willing to do anything to get Jax to stay.