Silver && Cold [6/?]
Title:Silver && Cold [6/?]
Author:spikemhinoda----->jess.
Rating:PG-13 to NC-17.
Pairing:Javey [Jade Puget/Davey Havok]
Summary:You should know it by now. Jade+Davey+new job=hot boy love.
Disclaimer:don't own, so no foul on my part.
A/N:So this was REALLY abnormally short. I think this should be like...chapter 6 1/2. I was so rushed into writing this, like you would not believe.
Dedications:My many reviewers...you know who you are :D
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As soon as we get in, Davey lets go of my hand. "Thanks for letting me stay with you tonight," Davey whispers. I smile at him.
"It was nothing," I answer. He opens his arms for a hug which I greatly accept.
"I don't like storms, I'm scared," Davey mumbles into my neck. I rub his back soothingly.
"You're here with me, nothings going to happen," I assure him. He nods into my neck, before looking up at me.
"Promise?" Davey asks. I nod with a smile.
"Of course, I promise," I answer. Davey smiles and leans up for a kiss. I oblige and give him what he wants. I grab his hand and lead him upstairs to the darkened bedroom. The only exciting thing I can say about it is that there's a water bed and I littered candles around. Like I said, I'm scared of the dark.
"Here we are," I say, closing the door behind us. Davey nods with a smile as he sits on my bed. "I'm going to go wash up, so just start the movie and make yourself at home," I say digging into my dresser for clothes. As I successfully find clothes and a towel, I head into the adjoining bathroom. I'm telling you, seriously, I'm not loaded or anything. I'm just a journalist during the winter and summer. I make enough money for a house and food, that's all. Once I'm in the bathroom, I strip my clothes off and head into the steamy shower.
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I come out of the shower a good fifteen minutes later, towel wrapped around my waist. Davey's snuggled up in my black comforter intently watching the movie he brought along, "The Devil Wears Prada". I love how he's so...girlish. It's quite adorable. I smile while heading again to my dresser to get my make-up, [Dun-dun-dunn!] but stop instantly stop when I feel hands around my waist and a cheek pressed into my neck. I look over to my right and am greeted with Davey.
"Davey, I need to get dressed," I say. He grins at me and kisses my cheek.
"No you don't," he responds. I roll my eyes.
"Yes I do," I argue. Davey quickly presses his lips to mine. I can't deny that his kisses are addicting, or that I want to shag him senseless, but I can't continue. I lightly push Davey away from me.
"Honey, I want this relationship to go slowly. I haven't ever been with a guy and I want this to be special," I say. Davey nods with a smile.
"Yeah, I sort of forgot about you not being used to this whole thing," he says. He trots back over to my bed and snuggles up again, returning to watch the movie and I shake my head, smile on my face. I return to the bathroom with my make-up, ready to change.
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"Glad you're making yourself at home," I joke as I snuggle into bed with Davey. He says nothing, but snuggles up to me like a puppy. I grin and wrap my arms around him. The storm is still going strong outside. I notice Davey's eyes are fluttering shut until they finally give in to sleep. I flip his bangs to the side of his bangs and kiss his forehead.
"Night Davey," I whisper, closing my own eyes.
"Night Jade," comes the unexpected response. I open my eyes to find Davey in the same dream state as he was before. Either I'm going crazy or Davey's a good actor. I'm hoping it's the second one.
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I yawn as my eyes open slowly. The first thing I see is Davey snuggled into me. I smile remembering every detail from yesterday. Alright so this means:
1.Davey and I are dating.
2.Davey is okay with taking things slow.
3.Davey is obviously not new to any of this gay stuff apparently.
4.Davey is scared of storms.
5.Davey and I slept in the same bed.
6.Davey's kisses are addicting like morphine.
7....Davey has an odd obsession with chick flicks or romantic 80's films.
Right, but it's not like it would take an idiot to figure out the last one, right? Exactly. I kiss Davey's forehead lightly. He's pretty much adorable when he's sleeping. Damn, Hunter just had to borrow my camera right? Damn him and his passion for taking photos of him and Adam's excellent adventures and bogus journeys. Yeah, so I honestly need to stop watching 80's films with Davey.
Davey's eyes flutter before he awakes, yawning. He looks up at me and smiles. He kisses my cheek briefly before stretching his body out.
"Nice sleep?" I ask, voice slightly raspy from it being morning. Davey nods.
"Yeah, water beds are comfy," he says with a grin. I smile and nod. I notice the title menu from "The Devil Wears Prada" is still fixed on my T.V. playing that one Madonna song "Jump."
"Feel like coffee?" I ask Davey. He nods and I briefly kiss him before getting up. I head over to my dresser, pulling a new shirt on briefly. I hear Davey get up and join me.
"Do you work out?" Davey curiously asks as he picks up the brush from off of my dresser. I shake my head as I spray cologne on quickly. Davey is brushing his raven hair out.
"Well, do you tan?" Davey asks. I shake my head again. Davey looks at me strangely. "How the hell did you get that body?" Davey asks, clearly confused. I smile and shrug.
"Genetics," I reply. Davey rolls his eyes.
"Can I use your bathroom?" he asks. I nod and he heads off. As I listen closely, I can tell he's digging through my make-up. I can't help but let my laugh escape. He's so...Davey.
And apparently, I happen to love it.
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We've finally gotten our Starbucks and are heading back to the studio to pick up Davey's car. As I park, Davey smiles brightly at me.
"Thanks for last night," he says. I shrug.
"No problem. Trust me, I was actually comfortable and my insomnia didn't seem to creep up on me," I say to Davey he nods.
"Well, it's good to know I make you comfortable," Davey says before he steps out of my car, me following.
"So this is a brief goodbye," I say as me and Davey stand in front of his car. He giggles.
"Kitten, you get to see me in a few hours," he points out. I blush. That's kind of embarrassing, I need to stop being so damn clingy. Davey apparently senses my embarrassment because he grabs my face and kisses me like he means it.
"See you tonight," Davey says giving me a tight hug. I hug back as well. How come this is like a second nature to me? I mean, even since the first day, hugging Davey was always so...unakward. Davey gets into his car as do I into mine.
I think I like being gay.
Author:spikemhinoda----->jess.
Rating:PG-13 to NC-17.
Pairing:Javey [Jade Puget/Davey Havok]
Summary:You should know it by now. Jade+Davey+new job=hot boy love.
Disclaimer:don't own, so no foul on my part.
A/N:So this was REALLY abnormally short. I think this should be like...chapter 6 1/2. I was so rushed into writing this, like you would not believe.
Dedications:My many reviewers...you know who you are :D
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As soon as we get in, Davey lets go of my hand. "Thanks for letting me stay with you tonight," Davey whispers. I smile at him.
"It was nothing," I answer. He opens his arms for a hug which I greatly accept.
"I don't like storms, I'm scared," Davey mumbles into my neck. I rub his back soothingly.
"You're here with me, nothings going to happen," I assure him. He nods into my neck, before looking up at me.
"Promise?" Davey asks. I nod with a smile.
"Of course, I promise," I answer. Davey smiles and leans up for a kiss. I oblige and give him what he wants. I grab his hand and lead him upstairs to the darkened bedroom. The only exciting thing I can say about it is that there's a water bed and I littered candles around. Like I said, I'm scared of the dark.
"Here we are," I say, closing the door behind us. Davey nods with a smile as he sits on my bed. "I'm going to go wash up, so just start the movie and make yourself at home," I say digging into my dresser for clothes. As I successfully find clothes and a towel, I head into the adjoining bathroom. I'm telling you, seriously, I'm not loaded or anything. I'm just a journalist during the winter and summer. I make enough money for a house and food, that's all. Once I'm in the bathroom, I strip my clothes off and head into the steamy shower.
__________________________________
I come out of the shower a good fifteen minutes later, towel wrapped around my waist. Davey's snuggled up in my black comforter intently watching the movie he brought along, "The Devil Wears Prada". I love how he's so...girlish. It's quite adorable. I smile while heading again to my dresser to get my make-up, [Dun-dun-dunn!] but stop instantly stop when I feel hands around my waist and a cheek pressed into my neck. I look over to my right and am greeted with Davey.
"Davey, I need to get dressed," I say. He grins at me and kisses my cheek.
"No you don't," he responds. I roll my eyes.
"Yes I do," I argue. Davey quickly presses his lips to mine. I can't deny that his kisses are addicting, or that I want to shag him senseless, but I can't continue. I lightly push Davey away from me.
"Honey, I want this relationship to go slowly. I haven't ever been with a guy and I want this to be special," I say. Davey nods with a smile.
"Yeah, I sort of forgot about you not being used to this whole thing," he says. He trots back over to my bed and snuggles up again, returning to watch the movie and I shake my head, smile on my face. I return to the bathroom with my make-up, ready to change.
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"Glad you're making yourself at home," I joke as I snuggle into bed with Davey. He says nothing, but snuggles up to me like a puppy. I grin and wrap my arms around him. The storm is still going strong outside. I notice Davey's eyes are fluttering shut until they finally give in to sleep. I flip his bangs to the side of his bangs and kiss his forehead.
"Night Davey," I whisper, closing my own eyes.
"Night Jade," comes the unexpected response. I open my eyes to find Davey in the same dream state as he was before. Either I'm going crazy or Davey's a good actor. I'm hoping it's the second one.
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I yawn as my eyes open slowly. The first thing I see is Davey snuggled into me. I smile remembering every detail from yesterday. Alright so this means:
1.Davey and I are dating.
2.Davey is okay with taking things slow.
3.Davey is obviously not new to any of this gay stuff apparently.
4.Davey is scared of storms.
5.Davey and I slept in the same bed.
6.Davey's kisses are addicting like morphine.
7....Davey has an odd obsession with chick flicks or romantic 80's films.
Right, but it's not like it would take an idiot to figure out the last one, right? Exactly. I kiss Davey's forehead lightly. He's pretty much adorable when he's sleeping. Damn, Hunter just had to borrow my camera right? Damn him and his passion for taking photos of him and Adam's excellent adventures and bogus journeys. Yeah, so I honestly need to stop watching 80's films with Davey.
Davey's eyes flutter before he awakes, yawning. He looks up at me and smiles. He kisses my cheek briefly before stretching his body out.
"Nice sleep?" I ask, voice slightly raspy from it being morning. Davey nods.
"Yeah, water beds are comfy," he says with a grin. I smile and nod. I notice the title menu from "The Devil Wears Prada" is still fixed on my T.V. playing that one Madonna song "Jump."
"Feel like coffee?" I ask Davey. He nods and I briefly kiss him before getting up. I head over to my dresser, pulling a new shirt on briefly. I hear Davey get up and join me.
"Do you work out?" Davey curiously asks as he picks up the brush from off of my dresser. I shake my head as I spray cologne on quickly. Davey is brushing his raven hair out.
"Well, do you tan?" Davey asks. I shake my head again. Davey looks at me strangely. "How the hell did you get that body?" Davey asks, clearly confused. I smile and shrug.
"Genetics," I reply. Davey rolls his eyes.
"Can I use your bathroom?" he asks. I nod and he heads off. As I listen closely, I can tell he's digging through my make-up. I can't help but let my laugh escape. He's so...Davey.
And apparently, I happen to love it.
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We've finally gotten our Starbucks and are heading back to the studio to pick up Davey's car. As I park, Davey smiles brightly at me.
"Thanks for last night," he says. I shrug.
"No problem. Trust me, I was actually comfortable and my insomnia didn't seem to creep up on me," I say to Davey he nods.
"Well, it's good to know I make you comfortable," Davey says before he steps out of my car, me following.
"So this is a brief goodbye," I say as me and Davey stand in front of his car. He giggles.
"Kitten, you get to see me in a few hours," he points out. I blush. That's kind of embarrassing, I need to stop being so damn clingy. Davey apparently senses my embarrassment because he grabs my face and kisses me like he means it.
"See you tonight," Davey says giving me a tight hug. I hug back as well. How come this is like a second nature to me? I mean, even since the first day, hugging Davey was always so...unakward. Davey gets into his car as do I into mine.
I think I like being gay.