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dreamlikenewyork2017-02-06 12:45 am
playingtowin) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2017-02-06 12:45 am
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"Kisses down low..."
Who: Zeke Wyatt and Jett Levesque
What: That awkward moment when...
Where: Jett's place, NYC
When: After this
So, trying to hook up seemed like a good idea at the time. There was a smoking hot guy who was not only friendly, but wanted to snog him. That was an epic start, right? It was, like, first base, at least. At least, he thought so. He wasn't exactly well-versed on this getting to whatever base stuff. Who could look a gift horse in the mouth? And Jett wasn't at all a horse. He was fucking sexy as hell. Zeke took a giant leap of faith, because it was really flattered - even a bit bashful - that Jett seemed physically attracted to him. That was at least the first hurdle jumped... right?
Best laid plans and all that.
After Cassidy's place, when people started to leave, Jett asked Zeke if he wanted to come back to his place to hang for awhile seeing as it wasn't too late. The girls were all having a big, frankly scary-sounding, sleep-over that the boys wanted to jump ship from as soon as they started breaking out the period and bra talk. It was actually hilarious how quickly that scattered the camp with dicks, but from the smirks on the girls' faces, Zeke was pretty sure it was it was planned. Then, of course, being completely dumb and forgetting to think before he opened his mouth, he was coming out with, "Wait, does Cas even get her period?"
He found himself unceremoniously shoved out the door by Sasha, who had a hasty apology on his lips. Zeke tripped over his shoelace, and Fin was shaking his head with a snort of amusement as they all left. Once they were outside, Sasha was like, "Dude? Fuck!"
"Cas doesn't care," Justin had thrown in with a shrug as they waited outside for his dad to come pick them up and take them home.
Sasha looked at Justin with an uncertain frown of concern. "She's got to care." Justin shook his head, lips pressed together and shrugged. He seemed to know Cas pretty well. The conversation sort of petered off there when he and Sasha started to snog on the sidewalk. It was fucking freezing out.
Zeke had been standing there wishing he had someone to snog. He was trying not to stare at his friend, but it was kind of mesmerising, if only because it looked so nice. "They make it look good, huh?" had been the quiet question from behind him.
That was how Zeke had come to be here... naked, flat on his back on Jett's bed with Jett going down on him. Like, how the fuck did they get here? Zeke's mind hadn't quite caught up on everything yet. It was still stuck back on the sidewalk where Jett had started snogging him. Like, he didn't just flat out mack on Zeke or anything to try to compete with Justin and Sasha. It wasn't like that. It was basically Zeke admitted he had never been snogged like that, so Jett offered to change that.
And there was a very, very good reason why it looked so good when Sasha and Justin did it. Because, damn, it felt good. It felt good to be hit on, it felt good to be kissed, it felt good to have a cute guy ask him to come back to his place to hang out. It all felt so damn good, and of course Zeke was keen. Who wouldn't be keen? Clearly anyone who hadn't seen Jett. Zeke had been so sure everyone at the movie night had been paired off, save for him and Amarlie. Apparently not.
Zeke was so up for this. So, so much. At least, in his mind and his heart, he was. In his pants? Not so much. Part of him was constantly distracted here. He was inwardly trying to beg his body to cooperate. He was trying to ride this high hope that maybe it could just work if he had the right person to test drive with. You couldn't exactly have sex alone, could you? Well, you could, but you never got turned on by yourself in the same way as you did someone else.
Or not. Why was his body just sticking with the 'not' here?! It wasn't fair. He was biting down so hard on his lower lip that it was painful, and his face was scrunched up. He wished it would just suddenly burst to life once Jett's mouth was down there. So far, only Jett's hand was getting to business. He was probably thinking that a bit of coaxing of the digit variety would be a good quick off the mark way to get start. It just wasn't happening. He should probably just say something, but actually being in this situation, he was finding himself embarrassed and frustrated.
As soon as he was sure he could feel Jett's hesitation, Zeke suddenly jumped up and scrambled off the bed. "I think I need to use the bathroom! Mmhmm. Really gotta pee! Damn all those Dr Peppers, huh?" Then he was bolting into Jett's en-suite bathroom and slamming the door closed behind him. He winced when he did that, because it was an accident. The door slipped out of his hand in his haste to get in closed and he flopped back against the bathroom door and slapped his hands over his face.
Then he was pacing up and down the length of the bathroom, completely starkers, until he dropped heavily onto the closed toilet lid. He let out a heavy sigh, and dragged his fingers through his hair. His face was burning from embarrassment, and he felt like he just wanted to lock himself inside without ever needing to face Jett again. But soon, there was a soft knock at the bathroom door.
"... Zeke? Are you okay? Are you sick?"
Zeke looked up at the closed door helplessly, locked in a complete FML moment. He wished he was sick. That would be so much more easier to explain than this. Maybe he could fake a sick? No, he couldn't do that. He sucked at lying. He always had. He always gave himself away. It was why he and Shannon could never pull anything too heavy off when they were younger, despite getting into a lot of mischief.
"Um..." Zeke eventually went to answer after way too long of a silence reigned. He tried to force himself to say yes, but he couldn't. "N-No...t exactly." He scrunched his face up. Worst night ever, clearly.
"There's Imodium in the third drawer down."
"Wha--?! NO. No, no, no! No," Zeke quickly scrambled when the penny dropped what Jett was assuming here. He grabbed a towel hanging over the shower screen, whipping it down so quickly, he flicked himself in the dick. Okay, fucking counterproductive. He wrapped it around his waist, holding the edges together at his hip to finally open the door. He stood there and looked at Jett with what should have been a wry smile, but was just a complete scrunched up pained look.
Jett raised his eyebrows with a blink. "We don't have to do this, dude. Seriously. I'm not going to disrespect 'No'. I've been raised better than that."
"I'm offending you," Zeke realised and bit of his lower lip as he stood there in nothing but a towel. "You're really hot, I swear."
Jett gave a little nervous laugh. "Okay, but... you're not okay. I can see it written all over your face. Can we talk, or... is that not an option? My dad can take you home if you want to go. There's no bother there. Or you can still stay over, even if you don't want to talk. No pressure."
Those two little words seemed to really help. They were so simple, but they meant a lot. It still felt embarrassing and awkward, really not at all helping being there in just a towel. Jett had pulled a pair of track pants on, even if he had been naked before too. It wasn't like Zeke was the only one who was starkers. He sighed. "I, um..." He scratched he back of his neck and had a vice-like grip on the towel, as if the chance of Jett just seeing his dick would give away all its secrets.
"Performance anxiety or chemo?" Jett soon asked quietly, giving Zeke an understanding smile. "My dad, remember? He and I have talked alot."
"Sorry," Zeke mumbled, feeling like a douche.
Jett shook his head. "Don't be. You can't help it. How about a cuppa?"
Zeke was looking at Jett with a mix of uncertainty and relief, maybe? "I'm sorry, I just... I should've just taken the Imodium and run."
"I'm glad you didn't," Jett told him with a smile. He held out his hand for Zeke to take. "I make a mean hot chocolate, though. Might even be better than sex."
Zeke snorted, but he laughed and took Jett's hand. "Not like I have anything to compare that theory to, so bring it on?" Though, inside, he was a bit torn up, wondering if maybe he would just have a dick that didn't work forever. Now he had done it. He had gotten as far as a guy about to suck his dick, and not a damn even slight hint of cooperation from his dick. It just sat there, being useless. "Just for the record. I also fart a lot." May as well just put it all out there, right?
"Well, I puke a lot, so... perfect match?" Jett laughed. Zeke was freaking hilarious. Jett was enjoying the honesty. He could tell Zeke was embarrassed as all fuck, but who wouldn't be? Jett just didn't want him to think it was an issue. It wasn't. "Mostly, I just wanted to hang out with you, man. We cool with that?"
Zeke nodded, finally brushing some of that embarrassed anxiety away. "Hey?" He waited until Jett met his gaze. "Thanks."
Jett smiled but instead of answering, he leaned in and gave Zeke a kiss. Zeke knew he didn't need a working dick to enjoy the kissing, and Jett really knew what he was doing with his mouth. He got so lost in it that he forgot to keep holding the towel up. In the kiss, he managed to completely forget about his dick, and that was saying something. It wasn't a bad thing to distract yourself from shit bothering you in this way, was it? Hell, if Sasha and Shannon could do it, then he definitely wanted in on that theory.
LOG, COMPLETE
What: That awkward moment when...
Where: Jett's place, NYC
When: After this
So, trying to hook up seemed like a good idea at the time. There was a smoking hot guy who was not only friendly, but wanted to snog him. That was an epic start, right? It was, like, first base, at least. At least, he thought so. He wasn't exactly well-versed on this getting to whatever base stuff. Who could look a gift horse in the mouth? And Jett wasn't at all a horse. He was fucking sexy as hell. Zeke took a giant leap of faith, because it was really flattered - even a bit bashful - that Jett seemed physically attracted to him. That was at least the first hurdle jumped... right?
Best laid plans and all that.
After Cassidy's place, when people started to leave, Jett asked Zeke if he wanted to come back to his place to hang for awhile seeing as it wasn't too late. The girls were all having a big, frankly scary-sounding, sleep-over that the boys wanted to jump ship from as soon as they started breaking out the period and bra talk. It was actually hilarious how quickly that scattered the camp with dicks, but from the smirks on the girls' faces, Zeke was pretty sure it was it was planned. Then, of course, being completely dumb and forgetting to think before he opened his mouth, he was coming out with, "Wait, does Cas even get her period?"
He found himself unceremoniously shoved out the door by Sasha, who had a hasty apology on his lips. Zeke tripped over his shoelace, and Fin was shaking his head with a snort of amusement as they all left. Once they were outside, Sasha was like, "Dude? Fuck!"
"Cas doesn't care," Justin had thrown in with a shrug as they waited outside for his dad to come pick them up and take them home.
Sasha looked at Justin with an uncertain frown of concern. "She's got to care." Justin shook his head, lips pressed together and shrugged. He seemed to know Cas pretty well. The conversation sort of petered off there when he and Sasha started to snog on the sidewalk. It was fucking freezing out.
Zeke had been standing there wishing he had someone to snog. He was trying not to stare at his friend, but it was kind of mesmerising, if only because it looked so nice. "They make it look good, huh?" had been the quiet question from behind him.
That was how Zeke had come to be here... naked, flat on his back on Jett's bed with Jett going down on him. Like, how the fuck did they get here? Zeke's mind hadn't quite caught up on everything yet. It was still stuck back on the sidewalk where Jett had started snogging him. Like, he didn't just flat out mack on Zeke or anything to try to compete with Justin and Sasha. It wasn't like that. It was basically Zeke admitted he had never been snogged like that, so Jett offered to change that.
And there was a very, very good reason why it looked so good when Sasha and Justin did it. Because, damn, it felt good. It felt good to be hit on, it felt good to be kissed, it felt good to have a cute guy ask him to come back to his place to hang out. It all felt so damn good, and of course Zeke was keen. Who wouldn't be keen? Clearly anyone who hadn't seen Jett. Zeke had been so sure everyone at the movie night had been paired off, save for him and Amarlie. Apparently not.
Zeke was so up for this. So, so much. At least, in his mind and his heart, he was. In his pants? Not so much. Part of him was constantly distracted here. He was inwardly trying to beg his body to cooperate. He was trying to ride this high hope that maybe it could just work if he had the right person to test drive with. You couldn't exactly have sex alone, could you? Well, you could, but you never got turned on by yourself in the same way as you did someone else.
Or not. Why was his body just sticking with the 'not' here?! It wasn't fair. He was biting down so hard on his lower lip that it was painful, and his face was scrunched up. He wished it would just suddenly burst to life once Jett's mouth was down there. So far, only Jett's hand was getting to business. He was probably thinking that a bit of coaxing of the digit variety would be a good quick off the mark way to get start. It just wasn't happening. He should probably just say something, but actually being in this situation, he was finding himself embarrassed and frustrated.
As soon as he was sure he could feel Jett's hesitation, Zeke suddenly jumped up and scrambled off the bed. "I think I need to use the bathroom! Mmhmm. Really gotta pee! Damn all those Dr Peppers, huh?" Then he was bolting into Jett's en-suite bathroom and slamming the door closed behind him. He winced when he did that, because it was an accident. The door slipped out of his hand in his haste to get in closed and he flopped back against the bathroom door and slapped his hands over his face.
Then he was pacing up and down the length of the bathroom, completely starkers, until he dropped heavily onto the closed toilet lid. He let out a heavy sigh, and dragged his fingers through his hair. His face was burning from embarrassment, and he felt like he just wanted to lock himself inside without ever needing to face Jett again. But soon, there was a soft knock at the bathroom door.
"... Zeke? Are you okay? Are you sick?"
Zeke looked up at the closed door helplessly, locked in a complete FML moment. He wished he was sick. That would be so much more easier to explain than this. Maybe he could fake a sick? No, he couldn't do that. He sucked at lying. He always had. He always gave himself away. It was why he and Shannon could never pull anything too heavy off when they were younger, despite getting into a lot of mischief.
"Um..." Zeke eventually went to answer after way too long of a silence reigned. He tried to force himself to say yes, but he couldn't. "N-No...t exactly." He scrunched his face up. Worst night ever, clearly.
"There's Imodium in the third drawer down."
"Wha--?! NO. No, no, no! No," Zeke quickly scrambled when the penny dropped what Jett was assuming here. He grabbed a towel hanging over the shower screen, whipping it down so quickly, he flicked himself in the dick. Okay, fucking counterproductive. He wrapped it around his waist, holding the edges together at his hip to finally open the door. He stood there and looked at Jett with what should have been a wry smile, but was just a complete scrunched up pained look.
Jett raised his eyebrows with a blink. "We don't have to do this, dude. Seriously. I'm not going to disrespect 'No'. I've been raised better than that."
"I'm offending you," Zeke realised and bit of his lower lip as he stood there in nothing but a towel. "You're really hot, I swear."
Jett gave a little nervous laugh. "Okay, but... you're not okay. I can see it written all over your face. Can we talk, or... is that not an option? My dad can take you home if you want to go. There's no bother there. Or you can still stay over, even if you don't want to talk. No pressure."
Those two little words seemed to really help. They were so simple, but they meant a lot. It still felt embarrassing and awkward, really not at all helping being there in just a towel. Jett had pulled a pair of track pants on, even if he had been naked before too. It wasn't like Zeke was the only one who was starkers. He sighed. "I, um..." He scratched he back of his neck and had a vice-like grip on the towel, as if the chance of Jett just seeing his dick would give away all its secrets.
"Performance anxiety or chemo?" Jett soon asked quietly, giving Zeke an understanding smile. "My dad, remember? He and I have talked alot."
"Sorry," Zeke mumbled, feeling like a douche.
Jett shook his head. "Don't be. You can't help it. How about a cuppa?"
Zeke was looking at Jett with a mix of uncertainty and relief, maybe? "I'm sorry, I just... I should've just taken the Imodium and run."
"I'm glad you didn't," Jett told him with a smile. He held out his hand for Zeke to take. "I make a mean hot chocolate, though. Might even be better than sex."
Zeke snorted, but he laughed and took Jett's hand. "Not like I have anything to compare that theory to, so bring it on?" Though, inside, he was a bit torn up, wondering if maybe he would just have a dick that didn't work forever. Now he had done it. He had gotten as far as a guy about to suck his dick, and not a damn even slight hint of cooperation from his dick. It just sat there, being useless. "Just for the record. I also fart a lot." May as well just put it all out there, right?
"Well, I puke a lot, so... perfect match?" Jett laughed. Zeke was freaking hilarious. Jett was enjoying the honesty. He could tell Zeke was embarrassed as all fuck, but who wouldn't be? Jett just didn't want him to think it was an issue. It wasn't. "Mostly, I just wanted to hang out with you, man. We cool with that?"
Zeke nodded, finally brushing some of that embarrassed anxiety away. "Hey?" He waited until Jett met his gaze. "Thanks."
Jett smiled but instead of answering, he leaned in and gave Zeke a kiss. Zeke knew he didn't need a working dick to enjoy the kissing, and Jett really knew what he was doing with his mouth. He got so lost in it that he forgot to keep holding the towel up. In the kiss, he managed to completely forget about his dick, and that was saying something. It wasn't a bad thing to distract yourself from shit bothering you in this way, was it? Hell, if Sasha and Shannon could do it, then he definitely wanted in on that theory.
LOG, COMPLETE