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drewdetmer:

Dude, I eat pizza like, every day. And even if I don’t eat it I smell like it from carrying it around all day.
[ looking appreciatively over at jesse for his suggestion, he agrees, ]
We’ll get burgers or something.
[ but then jason comes in with his pretentious statement and andrew rolls his eyes with an amused grin. ]
Well, alright, where do you think we should go?
[ jesse rolls his eyes as well, giving a look that clearly said something like,‘god, this asshole.’ ]
If you say something like caviar or pate or something ridiculous, I’m going to gut you.

Besides, birthday boy wants burgers. Let’s honor his wish.
[Jason laughs.] I’m just joking, aright? Red Robin’s delicious. I dunno where else to eat. So you can save your gutting, nerd.
I think there’s one on 17th. Couple blocks up, cm’on.
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ucantsuckdick4shit:
drewdetmer:

It was fun, but he’s right, we almost got caught.
[ he’s giggling anyway as he shakes his head and looks up at jesse, a sincere smile on his face. ]
Thanks, dude. I’ll put them up on my wall.
[ he looks to jason next, blinking thoughtfully. ]
Gosh, uh… well, I don’t want pizza. Uh, why don’t we just start walking and just decide on the way?
[ he raises the pictures, adding, ]
I’ve gotta leave these in my room first.

Uh, no problem, man. Least I could do.
[ jesse grins as the three of them pass by andrew’s room, where he drops off the photos. they head outside, and jesse hums, thinking. ]
We should get Red Robin. Classy McDonalds. We can be gourmet fatasses, eh?
[Jason laughs.]
Better than actually getting caught, trust me on that. Plus it’s still fun with the adrenaline rush and all.
[Jason pouts a little.]
No pizza? Well there goes all my suggestions.
[Jason follows along, trailing behind the two shorter boys. Absently he reaches out to brush his hand lightly down Jesse’s back before pulling his hand back as they step outside. He laughs a bit.]
Red Robin? McDonalds? Jesus. You kids need some culture.
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ucantsuckdick4shit:
[ oh, shit. he broke out the tickling.
jesse seizes up and bursts out into giggle fits, cursing. ]
Fuck— d-don’t—
[ no avail. jesse was one ticklish motherfucker, and jason knew that. damn him.]

[ Jason practically pounces on the smaller boy, tickling his sides and laughing. ]
Nope, can’t stop me!
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[ Jason smiles as he watches the back and forth between Andrew and Jesse, biting his lip.]
I remember hearing about this story, you little troublemakers.
[Jason looks at the photos as Andrew flips through them.]
Those are really great though. I mean, as usual. All your photos are great.
[Jason pulls an easy smile at Jesse, ruffling his hair a bit before looking back to Andrew.]
So, ya hungry? My treat. Whatever you want to eat, no matter how cheap or expensive or whatever. Your birthday, your rules.

Oh –
[ andrew flinches back when jesse’s hand comes at him but then he peers curiously forward to examine them and a glowing smile spreads across his face, crinkling up the corners of his eyes. he with a quick glance up at jesse to ascertain he has permission, he takes the photographs in his free hand and sifts through them, smile growing with each one. they’re all pictures of things they’ve done together, taken by jesse himself – andrew knows because he was there and he remembers each moment so well he can practically hear the sound of the shutter snapping in the back of his mind when he looks at them. ]
Aw – dude, these are awesome…
[ he stops on one of them and starts to laugh, showing it to jesse and asking, ]
Dude, is this from the Empire State Building?
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ucantsuckdick4shit:
…Cinnamon sticks are dope, dude.

[Jason grins, big and dumb, and leans over to tickle Jesse’s side.]
How dope? As dope as me?
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drewdetmer:

[ andrew follows jason up to jesse’s door, a smile on his face. he’s also excited to be hanging out with his friends again after so much time spent apart, busy working and flying on his own. snorting at jason’s comment, he leans forward and gives the door his own knock, calling jesse teasingly, ]
C’mon dude, don’t leave me hanging on my birthday.
[ as jason predicted, jesse was napping. obviously. what else was there to do on a thursday afternoon?
celebrate a birthday, apparently. ]

Oh, shit—
[ he didn’t exactly forget that it was his friend’s birthday; quite the opposite, actually, he had some favorite pictures of andrew and their adventures printed for him. though, he felt a little apprehensive, now. was a couple of pictures a lame present? he was going to make a photo album, but then felt it was a little gay even for him, and far too domestic. and now, staring at the pile of pictures on his nightstand, he felt the uncertain prickle of embarrassment in the pit of his stomach.
oh, fuck it. too late now. he grabbed the photos and opened his bedroom door. ]
—Happy birthday, man.
[ he thrusts his hand out at andrew, pictures gingerly wedged between his fingers.
[Jason stifles a laugh as he hears Jesse curse behind the closed door.]
Guess I was right.
[His face softens as Jesse opens the door, looking disgruntled and sweet as ever and pushing his hand towards Andrew. Jason crooks his neck to look at the top of the picture stack, smiling a little bit.]
That’s a nice photo... you’re really a big softie, huh?

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ucantsuckdick4shit:

Pickles? That’s cute. I like that.
And yeah, that’d be dope. Thanks, granny.
It’s better than cucumbers, probably. I’m glad you think so. “Granny” is a less flattering nickname.
[Jason smirks.]
Would it? Would it be dope?

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technobxtch:
[ but don’t cigarettes taste all half-burned anyway? he thinks so. never could see their appeal like, it’s not like they get you high or anything. ]
… yeah.
[ then he takes his seat back down next to you and, for a few moments, he kind of just watches you. if he was you and you were him, he’d think you were weird for doing that, though, so he clears his throat and moves to the edge of the cushion, nodding down at your progress. ]
have you ever rolled anything with a dollar bill before? it makes them way more even. i mean, tobacco isn’t weed or anything, but i think it’d still work
[Jason looks up at the boy on the couch, tilting an eyebrow.]
A dollar bill? Yeah, a couple times. I dunno, I never really noticed the difference. But, I’m not picky. And I’ve been rolling joints since I was like fourteen so I’m pretty proficient in any medium.
[Jason laughs a little bit.]
The papers are just fine, plus it’s just a smoke, right?

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[ Andrew’s birthday. Jason wants it to be special, as special as it had been last year, or maybe even better. He’d thought of a couple ideas on where to go, but the two of them were just waiting on Jesse now--god. Jesse. Jason hadn’t seen the kid in forever, and felt bad about all the work he’d been doing that kept them apart. And kept Jason apart from Andrew, too. He missed them both, and was glad to finally have some free time to spend with them.
Andrew and Jason approach Jesse’s door, and Jason knocks.]
Yo, kid. Let’s go out and grab some food!

[Jason smiles back at Andrew.]
He’s probably sleeping, as usual.
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drewdetmer:

Uh, yeah, you’re right. Yeah, I’ll be nineteen.
[ his lips quirk in a smile too – even after living here for over a year he’s still happy when his friends remember even the smallest things about him. he glances quickly around the otherwise empty rooftop, eyes falling on the door back inside. ]
I guess we should go find Jesse and ask him.
Man oh man. That’s almost twenty. And that’s almost twenty-one. Before you know it you’ll be a hundred, right?
[Jason gets a little sheepish at the mention of Jesse, but nods.]
Sure--yeah, okay. Let’s go find the kid.

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drewdetmer:

Well, yeah, but… I dunno, you still need breaks.
[ he feels a little silly now but he simply swallows and suggests, ]
…Maybe if you do get some time off we can all go out, or something, you know? See a movie or grab dinner out in the city… I dunno. It could be fun.
[Jason sighs a little.]
Sorry--yeah. You’re right. Just doing this to myself, I guess.
[Jason smiles.]
Yeah? We should. It’s your birthday soon, isn’t it! Gonna be what--nineteen now? Shit. That was a fast year.
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ucantsuckdick4shit:
… Ooh, cinnamon sticks sound good.

[Jason smiles a little.] Yeah? You want me to get you some, pickles?
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punk-trip:
No worries.
[He lights his own cigarette then hold the lighter out to light Jason’s]
That’s rough, man.

[Jason nods a bit.]
Yeah, rough. It’s okay though. Things will improve, right? Just... a rough patch, or whatever.
[He smokes, clears his throat.]
What about you, Trippy? What’s happening?
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luluciencarr:

lucien takes a sharp drag on his cigarette, giving a sharp nod as jason thanks him, and exhales a long stream of smoke into the air, flashing a brilliant smile in his direction.
❝ gotta make that money though, right? ❞
he makes a face at the nickname – lulu was a name reserved for one person alone – and gives jason a cheeky smirk.
❝ oh you know – a little this, a little that. no major revolutions yet, i’m afraid. ❞
[Jason laughs a little bit.]
Yeah. Holler for a dollar, or whatever. I actually don’t know what that means, come to think of it. But, yeah.
[He smirks.]
Right. Just gliding by? I guess we’re all lucky that things turned out... like this, in a way. I mean it’s weird, but I’ve definitely gotten used to it. Plus all this company all the time... kinda nice.
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drewdetmer:

[ andrew frowns slightly as jason sighs, and responds with a heavy breath of his own, suggesting hopefully, ]
Yeah, maybe you can take some time off. I mean, it’s summer, right? We could probably all use a vacation.
[ he swallows at the mention of jesse, worrying for his friends. he hasn’t seen much of jesse either, and has no idea where he stands now with jason and their whole… relationship thing. ]
Any idea what he’s been up to?
Yeah, well. Summer doesn’t really mean too much when you’re an adult. Gotta work all year, can’t really afford a vacation if you wanna live, and all.
[Jason bites his lip, examining his cigarette, not wanting to think too much about it. Yeah, he worries about Jesse like it’s a sickness, but the kid’s his own person.]
Um. Not really. I... try not to worry about it.
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technobxtch:

[ … does that mean you’re not gonna take the papers? he’s not sure, so he keeps holding them out to you just in case. he hopes you make up your mind soon, though, ‘cause his arm is starting to get tired. ]
uh, she wasn’t really the kinda person who liked being told what to do. probably woulda’ just made her smoke more.
[Jason laughs a bit, taking the roll of papers and examining them, looking at the ashtray in front of him as well. It was more convenient than going to the corner store... he sighs a bit and starts picking out the butts.]
Fair enough. Aright, let’s try this shit. Probably going to taste all half-burned but, oh well.
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ucantsuckdick4shit:
… Why do we never have anything greasy and fattening in this goddamn house?

I can order you a pizza if you want.
And get you soda, too. And, um, cinnamon sticks, or whatever...
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