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privateinvestigationsJust watched Linc pull a fucking 'Move, I'm gay' at the grocery store. Fucking hilarious.
Mar. 25th, 2017
privateinvestigations"Dreaming while you sleep."
Mar. 25th, 2017 03:06 amplayingtowinWho: Zeke Wyatt and Jett Levesque
What: Boyfriend stuff
Where: Jett's place, NYC
When: Friday morning, after this
After the brief text conversation that Jett checked out of in the middle of it, Zeke got a lift into the city with his aunt and Shannon, who were coming into the hospital for one of Shan's rehab sessions. The timing worked out well once Zeke knew Jett was having a bad day. It made him feel good that Jett was cool with having him around when he wasn't doing the best. He could understand now why Sash felt how he did about Justin. At first, he would admit he didn't get it because he had never come remotely close to any sort of romantic relationship with anyone, let alone dating. Cancer and cancer recovery got in the way of that, and he had been running behind the pack until he met Jett. Now he had that giddy buttferly feeling in his gut all the time because they were dating, and he knew he was falling pretty heavily for Jett. Health-wise, they just had hurdles.
Hurdles didn't mean impossible, though. He could see that with Shannon and Fin, and Sasha and Justin. It didn't have to be all hearts and roses. It wasn't even about trying to make everyone else believe it was, because if it was real, you didn't have to convince anyone of it. The feelings he had inside for Jett were new and foreign, but he was enjoying feeling them and learning what they meant. When he got to Jett's place, his dad let him in. Zeke had a bit of a chat to Flynn, asking him if Jett was okay and if there was anything he could do to help. Flynn just said to go keep him company. It would be better than anything else.
He had come in basically the most comfortable clothes he had that weren't PJs, and kicked his shoes off at the door. When he got to Jett's room, Jett was asleep, so he carefully pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed with him. He spooned up behind him and pulled the covers tighter around them, cuddling in to just hold him while he slept.
What: Boyfriend stuff
Where: Jett's place, NYC
When: Friday morning, after this
After the brief text conversation that Jett checked out of in the middle of it, Zeke got a lift into the city with his aunt and Shannon, who were coming into the hospital for one of Shan's rehab sessions. The timing worked out well once Zeke knew Jett was having a bad day. It made him feel good that Jett was cool with having him around when he wasn't doing the best. He could understand now why Sash felt how he did about Justin. At first, he would admit he didn't get it because he had never come remotely close to any sort of romantic relationship with anyone, let alone dating. Cancer and cancer recovery got in the way of that, and he had been running behind the pack until he met Jett. Now he had that giddy buttferly feeling in his gut all the time because they were dating, and he knew he was falling pretty heavily for Jett. Health-wise, they just had hurdles.
Hurdles didn't mean impossible, though. He could see that with Shannon and Fin, and Sasha and Justin. It didn't have to be all hearts and roses. It wasn't even about trying to make everyone else believe it was, because if it was real, you didn't have to convince anyone of it. The feelings he had inside for Jett were new and foreign, but he was enjoying feeling them and learning what they meant. When he got to Jett's place, his dad let him in. Zeke had a bit of a chat to Flynn, asking him if Jett was okay and if there was anything he could do to help. Flynn just said to go keep him company. It would be better than anything else.
He had come in basically the most comfortable clothes he had that weren't PJs, and kicked his shoes off at the door. When he got to Jett's room, Jett was asleep, so he carefully pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed with him. He spooned up behind him and pulled the covers tighter around them, cuddling in to just hold him while he slept.
livefortodayWho: Hunter and Darius Alexdander with Cruz Quinlan
What: Breathe life...
Where: New Rochelle, NY
When: After this
Hunter was wiped out. He was sprawled on his bed, lucky that his head was on his pillows, because he wouldn't be wanting to move to fix it if it had missed the target. Cruz was passed out cold on his side, head nursed on Hunter's stomach. Hunter didn't even know how to describe the semi-dressed state Cruz was in. No pants, half-wearing one of Hunter's button-ups. For some reason, he only had one sleeve on, and the other was off, bundled up in a knot beneath his inked torso. Hunter didn't want to move him in case he started that epic projectile vomiting thing again.
Detox was rough. Hunter only realised what he had gotten himself into when it was at the point of no return. Not that he wanted to get out of it. He made Cruz this promise, and he would keep it. That didn't mean he wasn't going to fold under pressure. He was. He couldn't sleep because he was over-tired, but even then, he was too scared to in case Cruz hit any danger zones. Hunter stroked his fingers through Cruz's sweat-soaked hair as they lay there together. Cruz generally had the pale Londoner complexion, but now his pallor was sickly grey.
( A knock came at his bedroom door when he was lying there contemplating how long he could last before he needed to visit the bathroom... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: Breathe life...
Where: New Rochelle, NY
When: After this
Hunter was wiped out. He was sprawled on his bed, lucky that his head was on his pillows, because he wouldn't be wanting to move to fix it if it had missed the target. Cruz was passed out cold on his side, head nursed on Hunter's stomach. Hunter didn't even know how to describe the semi-dressed state Cruz was in. No pants, half-wearing one of Hunter's button-ups. For some reason, he only had one sleeve on, and the other was off, bundled up in a knot beneath his inked torso. Hunter didn't want to move him in case he started that epic projectile vomiting thing again.
Detox was rough. Hunter only realised what he had gotten himself into when it was at the point of no return. Not that he wanted to get out of it. He made Cruz this promise, and he would keep it. That didn't mean he wasn't going to fold under pressure. He was. He couldn't sleep because he was over-tired, but even then, he was too scared to in case Cruz hit any danger zones. Hunter stroked his fingers through Cruz's sweat-soaked hair as they lay there together. Cruz generally had the pale Londoner complexion, but now his pallor was sickly grey.
( A knock came at his bedroom door when he was lying there contemplating how long he could last before he needed to visit the bathroom... )
LOG, COMPLETE
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Mar. 25th, 2017 09:27 pmlikefatherlikesonWhen your boyfriend remembers he's a lightweight trying wine for the first time after sharing a joint, and hacks his own Facebook. Just for the record, they were his own nipples he's laughing at.