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Jay: Unusually for a holiday, Leech wakes (and actually gets out of bed) fairly early, going to shower before Timothy stirs much. He emerges into the main room of the suite after that short shower, finding it occupied only by his cat and, on closer inspection, Jimmy, whose long frame is stretched over the couch with his boots crossed on one arm of the furniture. Leech snatches the cat off the back of the couch and peers down with disfavor at Kellen's friend; a look which Jimmy returns with one of lazy indifference. So Leech snorts quietly and steps away, addressing the cat as the only sane one in the room: "C'mon, kitty, let's get you some breakfast. Looks like Jimmy already had his."

Kellen emerges from the opposite bedroom in time to overhear this, and knows well enough what 'breakfast' Jimmy likely had, but in the interest of keeping peace he doesn't comment on Leech's disparaging words. He only smacks the underside of Jimmy's boots and, when those legs are retracted, takes over the section of couch freed up then claims the remote to turn on the television. He flips channels too quickly for any of them to make sense, only belatedly noticing their party is one short. "Where's Lint?"



Jackie: Mostly due to Leech's covert movements, Timothy doesn't become conscious until the shower squeaks to a stop; then it's much more apparent that he's alone in the bed. It takes him a few minutes to stir into something resembling an awake state, but he gets there enough to know that he certainly can't stroll into the other room without something covering his cut up torso. He snags his t-shirt from the day before and slips it on, stumbling out of the bedroom and into the main room with very little grace. He yawns before speaking, eyes still comically droopy from exhaustion, and has to lean against the door frame just to stay upright. "Hey," sounds more like a croak from a toad, but it works as a morning greeting, and when Tim's able to focus more, he spots the boys on the couch and nods at them. "How'd you sleep?"


Jay: Leech, probably on the point of answering Kellen's question, is forestalled by the appearance of Timothy. He looks over at the boy, from where he's feeding the cat, a hint of concern in his eyes - it's been obvious, the last few days, that Tim's experiencing more than normal fatigue, and Leech was probably hoping to let him sleep in. But with the other people in the room, all the parasite does is give the boy a brief nod of greeting.


Jay: "Oh!" Kellen twists around on the couch with his usual rubberiness, clearly more awake than anyone else. "There you are! Jesse left a while ago; he called me. Should be here in a little while." And then he finally gets around to answering Tim's question: "Fuckin' excellent, actually; drinkin' in a hot tub is great for relaxation." Meanwhile, Jimmy has become entranced by the television, staring at it with glassy eyes - it's questionable if he even noticed Tim's existence.


Jackie: Under school regiment, Timothy would have been up with the sun, wide awake and ready for the day much earlier than now - but the opportunity for rest, combined with a bed partner and the general shit he's had to deal with as of late only make him want to stay in bed for a few days. Eventually, he looks further around the living space and sees Leech feeding the cat, snorting quietly in amusement for it, but not saying much else. In typical fashion, Kellen fills the void of conversation, and Tim feels himself waking up just by being in the alert presence of the younger boy. He actually lets out a real chuckle for Kellen's exuberence, one hand raising up to rub at his face tiredly. "You'll have to introduce Jesse to that. Get a little weed in him, and he'll probably pass out before hitting the sheets."


Jay: "Fuck yeah; we'll have a hot tub party! Call up some hookers!" This last is addressed to Jimmy, accompanied by another smack - to the knee, this time - but doesn't get any more response than Jimmy turning his head to face Kellen, looking perplexed. Perhaps he can't figure out why he's delegated to find the hookers; perhaps he is trying to decide what language Kellen is speaking - it's impossible to tell from his expression.


Jay: Leech rolls his eyes a bit for Kellen's exuberant planning. Stepping away from the cat, who is now chowing down enthusiastically, he acquires a mug and watches the coffee maker at work for a moment, until it stops. "Y'want some coffee, Timothy?" He gives the boy a look that clearly states his understanding of trying to deal with Kellen without caffiene, and how difficult it is. Filling the mug, he leans back against the counter of the tiny kitchenette.


Jackie: Tim actually startles a bit for Kellen's enthusiasm, both in tone and volume, and Tim watches the boys on the couch with a balance of wonder and fear; it's too early, or he's still too tired, to handle this. He's about to answer, or at least try to formulate a response to Kellen, but Leech's voice enters his ears. And it's as if the older boy read his mind, because the mention of coffee forces Tim to push himself off of the door frame, making an affirmative noise as he does so. "Please." Lazy steps into the kitchenette, Tim peers down at the kitten chowing down on her food, swiping a hand along her fur softly before trying to respond back to Kellen with some of the same patience that Leech displays. "I'm sure Lars would love that, too. He's got a knack for doing classy things in the most trashy way possible."


Jay: Giving a knowing sorta-smirk, Leech offers Tim another of the disposable coffee mugs, leaving it to him to pour the liquid. He doesn't argue with Kellen's proposal, mainly because if there is all this classy trashiness going on, he won't be forced to entertain anyone.


Jay: For that input, Kellen's eyebrows arch up interestedly. "Oh, does he?" The suggestive undertone is as blatant as ever, and that, at last, draws a more active response from Jimmy. The man laughs, a little mocking, quiet. "Good job yer not a classy thing, Kell." His voice is not deep, but nearly as rough as Leech's, probably because he rarely uses it.


Jackie: Tim makes another noise, something in the form of a thank you, when that mug is handed over-- he fills it with coffee and holds on to it with both hands, his skin warming at the touch. Stepping back into the sitting area, he slinks into one of the empty oversized chairs, curling in on himself before taking a sip of coffee; its effects are almost instantaneous in waking him, or at least getting his eyes to become a little more alert. "It's kind of odd, really. It's like a mixture of a gutter punk and...Martha Stewart." Thinking this over, he nods once, then breaks down a little bit and laughs, shaking his head. "You said Jesse will be here in a bit?"


Jay: Kellen narrows his eyes in exaggerated malevolence at his friend, but Jimmy only smirks, so he looks back to Tim. "That's...a really strange mix. Although both will land him in jail." He nods at the following question, glancing back at the clock on the microwave. "Yeh, prolly no more than an hour."


Jay: Leech just stays where he is, taking no real part in the conversation, until he finally takes a drink of the coffee. This immediately produces a choking noise and a shudder, and then he rapidly twists around to spit the mouthful of liquid into the sink, gagging. "Fuck! That shit's revolting!" He pours the rest of the cup down the sink, shuddering again, and Kellen - after watching Leech in amusement - predictably starts up quoting the coffee dialogue from Pulp Fiction.


Jackie: Settling more into the chair cushions, Tim draws his knees up to his chest and smiles a little at Kellen, nodding in agreement; the comparison truly isn't that far off. The confirmation that Jesse will be around sooner rather than later is another comfort to Timothy, and he nods again, visibly relaxing for it. "...good. I'm sure he could use a break from his family. He doesn't like to smoke around them, so I'm sure he's gonna wanna as soon as--" He's interrupted by Leech's splutter, and whatever relaxation Tim had vanishes as he quickly turns around to look at the boy in horror. But he's quick to notice that it's only the coffee that's the problem, and Tim really can't say it's that bad since it's on par to whatever he's drank to the school, so he just looks a little bewildered. Glancing down at his cup, he looks between the brothers like they're completely mad, then pipes in. "...tastes like normal to me?"


Jay: Wiping his mouth with the back of a hand, Leech gives Kellen and Jimmy a distrustful look - because now Jimmy's of course joined in, with the 'I don't need you to tell me how good my fucking coffee is' - but prowls around the back of the couch. Wordlessly, he takes Tim's cup, and takes a little sip. His nose immediately wrinkles, but he forces himself to swallow the stuff, shaking his head decisively. "No. I'm gunna go find a store, get something drinkable." So he goes to snag his boots and settles on the arm of the other chair to put them on, but along the way he gives Timothy a brief look to let him know he's welcome to come along.


Jay: And finally, the recreation ends, with Jimmy declaring in a not very loud or intense voice, "Because storin' dead niggers ain't my business", which obviously does the movie no credit. But Kellen seems pleased with having someone to play along, anyway. He twists around to face Tim, flinging his legs over the arm of the couch. "Yeh? Sure that can be arranged. Speaking of-- " here he drops back, resting against Jimmy's curled up legs, and turns his head around partially to address Leech. "-- ya oughta get some beer, while yer out. Er maybe some whisky."


Jackie: Tim doesn't fight to keep a hold of his coffee, and instead watches Leech with amusement, probably taking the opportune time to look at the boy without much caution. He rolls his eyes for the comment, but catches those eyes, certainly up for joining Leech because when is he not? "Give me a minute, I'll join you." And so he pulls himself off of the chair, still somewhat sleepily going into the bedroom to find more suitable clothes to venture out in. It doesn't take him long to return, in time to catch the end of Kellen's request, looking more awake himself as he quips out: "...do they sell liqour this early?"


Jay: Leech nods at Timothy's words, and by the time the boy returns, Leech just barely finishes with his boots. He pulls himself to his feet, giving Kellen a blank look. "Sure. I'll pick up some prostitutes, too, how 'bout that?" Kellen initially perks up for the easy agreement, but as the following statement shows how insincere Leech is, he deflates again and throws the remote at his brother to show his disappointment. "You're no fun." Leech merely catches that tossed remote and, to be extra irritating, stuffs it into a jacket pocket as he heads to the door, simultaneously looking back at Timothy. "Ya set?"


Jackie: Fixing his own jacket (one handed down from Lars and easily two sizes too big) over his form, Tim smirks for the boyish humor between the brothers. The way the interact, especially outside of the school, definitely shows a portion of the depth of their relationship, and it's more endearing than anything. Looking up at Leech, Tim nods, his own boots not very expertly laced up but more so slipped on with little regard. "See ya guys in a bit." And without much more, Tim heads out the door, waiting for Leech to follow before making his way down the hall and to the elevator. "Jimmy's weird."


Jay: Kellen doesn't even squawk with displeasure when Leech takes the remote with him, instead giving Tim a strangely analytical look, probably wondering why he'd want to accompany Leech into the snow he so clearly hates. Leech is glad enough to shut the door on that look, pacing down the hall alongside Timothy and pausing at the elevator door. He gives a grunt of acknowledgment for Tim's words, chewing on his tongue for a moment before answering in a flat tone that underlines his dislike of the man. "Jimmy's a junkie." Stepping into the elevator as it arrives, he presses the appropriate button for the ground floor.


Jackie: Kellen's strange look goes unnoticed by Tim, probably planned that way because he certainly has no answers for whatever questions lie in those eyes. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Tim huddles into himself in preparation for the impending cold, making another considering noise for Leech's words. "How'd Kellen meet him?" Because they do seem like an odd pairing, even with Kellen's taste for substances. Once the elevator is closed, Tim presses himself against Leech's form - not necessarily suggestive, but he does nose at the top of his shoulder and sigh quietly for the scent there.


Jay: Leech just sort of leans into Tim's body, his own hands being also in his pockets, lazily appreciative of the affection. "I got no idea. Kellen's known him longer'n I've known Kellen, an' I never cared enough to ask." He straightens up as the elevator comes to a stop, moving out through the lobby and carefully putting his hood up, tucking his hands up in the sleeves of his jacket, before going outside. It isn't snowing currently, but Leech pessimistically suspects that it's because the temperature is too low for snow, and he ducks his head with a grumble. "Saw a corner store jus' a block up. Hope they got coffee."


Jackie: Mumbling into the leather of the other boy's jacket, Tim gets out something along the lines of "Just fucking weird," and then continues out of the elevator once they reach the lobby. Even with his strategically placed layers, the brisk air that hits them as they leave the hotel makes Tim cower into himself, sneering for the way his skin prickles and tightens. He follows after the parasite as he heads in the direction of the corner store, keeping his head lowered to avoid the sharp, cold hair hitting his face directly. "I don't know how people survive in this weather. Too cold. Way too cold."


Jay: "Hibernation." This is the only reasonable response Leech can come up with, and is usually his own reaction to the cold, when he can get away with it. He glances at Timothy and can't help smirking a little for his discomfort, then steps closer to him and slings an arm around his hips to keep close, for what added warmth it might offer. Thankfully, that store is even closer than Leech realized, only at the end of the block, and he's quite glad to duck into its warmth, giving a belated shiver that entirely takes over his form. "Fuck. This must be like, a record low. Never seemed this cold when I lived here before." Blinking around the small store, he heads towards what looks to be the right area for breakfast items.


Jackie: "...I'm pretty sure I'd never wake up if I hibernated in this. I'd just shrivel up and die." The tone in his voice sounds way too convincing for it not to be at least partially true, but the way he presses into Leech suggests that he's not too bad off, right now. Even as they enter the store, Timothy doesn't break from Leech's form, maybe even slides a finger to loop around a belt loop. "Seems even colder than back at the school. We closer to the coast or something?" As they make their way to the breakfast area, Tim pulls back minutely to peer around, perhaps eying a few of the different roasts they offer.


Jay: Leech plainly doesn't object to the closeness, keeping his arm in place around Timothy even as he walks. "Nah. I'm sure we could find some way to keep yer blood flowing." Pausing to inspect some shelves, he looks a little confused by that question; not surprisingly, Leech has absolutely no notion of geography. "I'm...not sure...I think there's a harbor here, or somethin." Dismissing it with a shake of his head, he moves further down the aisle, finally finding a small display of various coffees and proceeding to picking up each with his free hand and sniffing at the grounds through the bags.


Jackie: The blush that creeps up on Timothy's cheeks could probably be confused with wind burn, but surely the older boy can tell the difference. Tim tries to push his embarrassment away by pressing his cheek into Leech's shoulder, but it doesn't help much. "I'm sure you could." The aroma of coffee is a little overwhelming, but pleasantly so; it wakes him up more than Kellen's antics or the sip of caffeine he had earlier. He grabs one bag of grounds and sniffs at it in similar fashion, humming for the undertones of hazelnut. "It's always colder by the water, back home. Windier, too. It feels like we're near water, here. Or closer than normal, at least."


Jay: Pausing in his sniffing, Leech gives a noise of agreement in his throat, giving Timothy a look liberally laced with suggestion. Then he returns his interest to the coffee, taking up another bag, seeming pleased with this one and offering it to the boy for his inspection. "Yeh, there's water, for sure." Looking over the other items nearby, he muses: "Might be as well to get some other shit, food an' stuff, so we don't gotta leave again soon."


Jackie: Tim's eyes shoot to meet Leech's in time to catch that look, and just when his blushing starts to wane, it comes back with a vengeance. He holds those eyes for a long moment, breaking to refocus on the coffee and calm whatever thoughts were starting to brew around in his mind. He puts back the hazelnut and is about to reach for another, but a new bag is shoved his way, and he leans over to sniff at it, nodding his approval. "That one. That's the one." And even if he isn't entirely sure of himself, of his taste in coffee, he needs to get away from all the suggestion happening in this aisle, so he starts for the next shelving of food, peering at the snack food. "Any suggestions?"


Jay: Quietly amused with Tim's blushing, Leech only nods his agreement about the coffee and follows after him. "Ahh, whatever's easy. 'least we don' got a stove at the hotel." This, with a very pointed glance at a box of pancake mix, which he resolutely does not pick up. He does snag a couple boxes of granola bars, surely with Timothy's diet in mind. Also acquiring a handbasket at the end of the aisle, he throws the boxes into it with the coffee and, now with a hand free, reattaches himself to Tim by slinking that arm around his side. None of the food looks particularly appealing, but Leech never eats much this early in the day, so he absent-mindedly adds things that he knows Kellen will appreciate to the basket.


Jackie: "We should turn the jacuzzi into a giant bowl of noodle soup. We'd be set." Said seriously, because he's still so cold to the bone, Tim grabs a box of pretzels from the shelf, and a smaller box of those orange crackers with peanut butter. "Jesse loves these when he's stoned." He places both items in the basket and ofcourse reconnects himself to Leech's side, appreciating not having to watch his actions, if only for a short while. As they round a corner, Tim grabs a bag of horrendously salty potato chips, something the other boys would probably like. "They probably do room service, right? If worse comes to worse. All of this stuff is so...processed." And really, who doesn't want breakfast in bed.


Jay: Leech looks somewhere between intrigued and disgusted for that suggestion, eventually shaking his head. "Kellen would prolly still insist on getting in it, so no." He glances at Timothy's choices, seeming to accept them as something for the others - not up to Tim's 'discerning tastes' - and nods for the next question. "Yeh, I checked out the menu last night. 's not bad." He switches hands with the basket, pauses to shovel some soda into it, and continues on.


Jackie: Tim actually laughs for that, a full on chuckle that rumbles from his gut. Shaking his head, he tries to rid his mind of that mental picture, grabbing an oversized water bottle for himself as they pass by the beverages. "Good. 'Cause all I really wanna do right now is crawl back into bed." He pauses, probably sneaks a glance over at Leech that very clearly shows that he doesn't want to be alone in that operation, but he doesn't let his eyes linger for long. "Or we could have some place deliver. I'm not too hungry, right now. And I'm sure snacks will cover Kellen and them for a while."


Jay: "Yes." This, emphatic, to the idea of going back to bed, and the parasite doesn't hesitate to return that look with a similar one of his own which remains even when Timothy looks away. But it is finally drawn away, as they continue their perigrination, and Leech spots a modest display of varied fruits. "Ah, look, ya don't gotta starve to death after all." A little teasing, since Tim isn't really that picky about what he consumes. Looking the display over, Leech separates a grape from its vine and holds it out to the boy, eye squinted in question, clearly asking if it's acceptable. Because Leech's knowledge of gourmet fruit is probably even less than Timothy's knowledge of palatable coffee.


Jackie: While he looks away, Timothy is immediately drawn back by Leech's gaze, and he glances back briefly to see those eyes still on his own. The heat in his cheeks remain, but he's fairly successful in not becoming a melted mass of uselessness for those eyes and the suggestion there. The fruit serves as a good distraction, and he turns to it with slight relief because it's early and he has a full day of pretending he's not attracted to his teacher to go through. Smiling, he reaches for one of the apples on display, turning to put it in the basket and then spotting the offered grape. "What a shame. I was looking forward to starving." And with that, he leans forward to take the grape into his mouth, munching on it and making a face that shows it isn't the worse thing he's eaten.


Jay: Probably Leech watches that mouth a little too intently, but as there's no one around to notice it who actually matters, he doesn't try to hide it, both eyes narrowing. Belatedly, he returns them to Timothy's eyes, managing to make a noise of query as he lifts the bag of grapes, hesitating on the point of adding them to the basket, not sure whether they need to be purchased or not. He's aware that Timothy said something, but can't quite call it to mind; thankfully, he's pretty sure it wasn't important, and takes the opportunity of covering up his confusion with a new topic. "Mebbe we should get that whisky, after all; if the kids get drunk they won't harass us too much." He actually seems to considering this option, because he's clearly the worst parent-figure ever.


Jackie: Seeing Leech's confusion about the grapes, Tim half smiles and reaches for the fruit, taking them and placing them solidly in the hand basket. "You should get some wine, for yourself." Because certainly Leech can't be sober, and it's always more fun when wine is involved. Lifting his head, he peers around until he spots the alcohol section in the other corner of the store, and then heads in that direction. "And maybe some beer? I don't feel like venturing out twice in a day. And we both know Kellen's drinking capabilities."


Jay: Leech follows after Timothy after giving a restrained shrug of indifference. "Yeh, yer prolly right..." He sounds somewhat despondent, surely contemplating Kellen's drinking capabilities and his own culpability in them. But then he abruptly remembers that his companion isn't quite old enough to be purchasing liquor, and who knows how strict the cashiers at this store might be about that, so he snags Tim's wrist from behind the bring the boy to halt. "Only, they'll get suspicious if they think I'm buyin' it for you. So mebbe we'll let Jimmy go get the beer instead." Provided that that isn't too complicated a task for Jimmy.


Jackie: He doesn't make it too far in the direction of alcohol before Leech snags him back, and Timothy swivels to face him. Hearing him out, he nods reluctantly, because that makes sense and whatever gets them back to the hotel room faster is ultimately better. But he does shoot his eyes around, looking for anyone that may cause issue, and when the coast is clear he leans forward to sneak a kiss to the corner of Leech's mouth, brief and chaste. "All right. Let's get out of here." He pulls back and keeps in motion, now heading more towards the check out area, shoulders a little more stiff than usual because he really just wants to be alone with Leech, right now.


Jay: For whatever reason, that little kiss seems to surprise Leech, and he straightens up afterwards with something like a smile twisting his mouth. Reaching the registers, he sets the basket on the counter to let the clerk ring it all up, and totally ignoring the kid in favor of Timothy. "Ya told Jesse you were goin' to stay with Lars, didn' you?"


Jackie: Tim makes his way to the counter without anything else said, already determined to get back to bed in record time because undoubtedly any time with the boys will be torturous. He helps to unload the basket as the clerk starts to ring up the items, and then nods while inspecting the ingredient label of the granola bars. "Yeah, but I called Lars last night-- he should be around before Jess gets here. And if not, we'll just say he stepped out for a bit. I told Lars about..." And then we waves a hand around, lowers his voice a bit because he's a little embarrassed and not entirely sure of himself.


Jay: Leech makes a noise of understanding, not really too interested in the convoluted way Tim explains away being with him, so long as the 'with him' part happens. Once the kid behind the counter totals everything up, Leech pays, carelessly signing the receipt and handing it off before pulling the plastic straps of the first of two bags over his wrist for easy carrying. "Guess ya'd have to, after what he saw." Meaning Lars, having walked in in time to see Leech and Tim in a compromising position; Leech is just glad that it wasn't Kellen, or Mike, instead. "Prolly good not to give Michaels too many shocks at once. I'm pretty sure he's a little terrified of me." And at the moment, that seems absurd, since Leech appears quite harmless.


Jackie: Grabbing the other bags, Tim adjusts them in his hands comfortably and waits for Leech to do the same before heading towards the exit. "Yeah, and I mean...he doesn't...care." YesTim, way to explain things. Now with their hands full, it's harder to shelter his face from the cold wind, so Tim tries to turn his face to the side and walk blindly in the direction of their hotel. "Pretty sure? Have you seen the way he looks at you?" And for demonstration, Tim gives Leech a look of wide eyed terror, coupled with a partially dropped jaw, something that comically does resemble Jesse in class whenever Leech scolds Tony. "He's not all that convinced that you don't suck blood for a living."


Jay: After shoving his wallet back into a pocket, Leech accompanies Timothy outside, immediately giving a disagreeable hiss for the chill. He's distracted by those words, and the impersonation Tim does, actually giving in and laughing for it, although it's not a loud laugh or very prolonged. "Never really noticed, nah. But he's mebbe not wrong at that." For illustration, Leech reaches his free hand around, fingers lightly tracing over Timothy's side and the wounds he inflicted there a couple nights ago, but not lingering.


Jackie: The sound of that laughter is so rare that it's instantly warming, and Tim looks at Leech with quite adoring eyes for his amusement. It's enough to make Tim break form and crack a smile, still heading in the direction of the hotel, but the fingers at his side make him initially squirm for the contact. Without filter, Tim makes a little noise not too far off from a whine, but he does shuffle a little closer to the boy. "Maybe not." Unknowing of what else to say, Tim just instead focuses on his walking, since surely the conversation has made him think of other things, and he'll have to be somewhat level headed when they return to their room.


Jay: Though the laugh faded quickly, Leech still looks sekretly amused. He diverts down an alley without much explanation, just a muttered 'hang on' as he steps into it. The space between two taller buildings kills the breeze enough that Leech can set down his bag and search out a cigarette, cupping his hand around the lighter's flame to get it ignited. He lifts his head, eying Timothy while he takes a few quick drags, and if it was the boy's intention to focus on anything else, the way Leech looks him over probably kills that idea even before he steps closer. Not so much offering the cigarette as just placing it unquestioningly between Timothy's lips, Leech ducks his head to let his own trail over the side of his neck, teeth catching and tugging at the collar there for an instant before drifting back up to his jaw, his momentarily free hands attaching to Tim's hips to pull him closer.


Jackie: Tim's fairly dead set on getting back to the hotel room, back into the warmth and constraint of their room mates, and he might even whine quietly when Leech pauses for a cigarette. He huddles into the alleyway without much else said, finding an empty space against the brick wall to lean against while the other boy ignites his smoke. He's more focused on conserving heat than he is on Leech's form, but he catches the look in his eyes and doesn't have time to respond; the cigarette is stuffed in his mouth and those teeth are near his neck, and Tim can't even tell when exactly his own hands lower enough to drop his bags to the ground. He immediately makes a noise in the back of his throat, something like a murmured moan, and his fingers reach up to latch onto the bottom of Leech's jacket, tugging him in closer. He lolls his head to the side to give the boy more room, eyes closed as he makes another noise for their closeness.


Jay: Quite pleased at that quick reaction, Leech growls approvingly while scraping his teeth along that jaw. His fingers walk their way up from those hips, under the jacket but thankfully, for Tim's general warmth, not under his shirt, since those fingers are undoubtedly even colder than normal. They move carefully over the place where he carved his mark into the skin, but hover there, his thumb smoothing gently over the abused skin. After a moment, Leech draws his mouth and one hand away to retrieve that cigarette and drag off it, but the mouth soon returns, covering Timothy's this time and slipping his tongue into it immediately. There's another growl, more pleasurable, for the warmth of that mouth, almost overwhelming in contrast to the freezing air.


Jackie: Keeping the cigarette in his mouth, Tim is careful not to drop open his jaw and release the burning paper, and keeps his eyes closed to avoid the small streams of smoke. The attention at his wounds, even if soft, is sensitive to the touch, but burns in the most desirable of ways-- that hip shifts forward to seek more contact, but doesn't demand it. His fingers tighten against the fabric of Leech's jacket and then tug him in further, wanting that body and its warmth as close to his own as possible. He'd be quite all right with this coldness if it meant he had this kind of furnace always within reach, and the thought alone makes his gut tremble with pleasure. He's stirred back to reality when the cigarette is taken from his mouth, and is quickly met with that invading tongue. This time, he does drop his jaw, tilts his head to the side and tries to invite Leech in further, his own tongue toying along the other boy's muscle in invitation.


Jay: As his jaw exerts more pressure against Timothy's and his tongue seeks deeper into that warm mouth, Leech likewise leans closer, perhaps taking the wrong meaning from the shifting of hips. Instead of continuing to trace the wounds, that hand circles to the small of Tim's back, drawing him closer as Leech snakes one knee between both of his, thigh pressing firmly against his crotch as he leans in. The cigarette is more or less completely ignored, because he can surely smoke when they get back to the room, but any number of things might prevent him from getting this close to his boy once there.


Jackie: Opening his mouth up even wider, Tim leans his head back against the hard brick wall, not minding the scraping against his skin in the least. His body is encouraged by the hand around his back, and Tim finds the thigh between his legs as invitation enough to press against it suggestively. One leg curls around Leech's, down near the ankle, to help secure the other boy in place (unlikely that he'd go anywhere else, really), and Tim lets out a more definite moan, mouth dropping from Leech's to take up leaving small nips and kisses along the boy's strong jawline.


Jay: Those thin fingers grip tighter against Timothy's back when he moves in, and Leech allows his head to drop to the side some, allowing for the movements of that mouth, doing something only a little short of purring. Not surprisingly, the passivity doesn't last long; after a moment, and another covert drag off that cigarette, Leech tosses it aside in favor of grasping the ring on Timothy's collar, utilizing it to jerk his head into a more upright position so Leech can get at his mouth again. This doesn't last too long either, though - with a last bite to that lower lip, Leech leans away (at least from the waist up) and looks Tim over with narrowed eyes that plainly show his appreciation for the sight. "Mmm...yer so pretty when ya get all desperate." With another yank at that collar, Leech steps back, carefully avoiding tripping over the leg latched around his.


Jackie: Tim allows himself to get lost against that jawline, continuing to nip and kiss at the skin exposed and making a small, appreciative noise in doing so. When he's jerked more upright, he doesn't bother with opening his eyes to question the movement; instead already sensing that mouth close to his, Tim flicks his tongue against Leech's until the other boy leans away. Then Lint blinks open his blue eyes, looks like he can't be bothered with anything but this, right here. The words have that certain bite in them that tells Timothy that their rendezvous is over, that there won't be any extension of their escape into the alley, so he has to take a deep breath to calm himself down before pushing off of the brick wall, grabbing their bags of groceries, and starting back towards the street. He's probably muttering to himself, since he's a little worked up and not pleased, and it's not hard to tell-- especially with the way his shoulders hunch up his neck and he very deliberately avoids contact as he starts to walk.


Jay: Once he's stepped back, Leech watches Timothy with narrowed eyes, clearly waiting to see how he responds to the taunting. When the boy seems to accept it with just a grumble of discontent, the corner of his mouth tucks back, apparently pleased, and he remains to light a new cigarette before taking up the groceries again and heading towards the hotel. The smoke remains in his mouth and he again slings his free arm around Timothy's hips, narrow fingertips reaching under that oversized jacket to play over his hip and side. "Lemme look at this, when we get back; might need some ointment." For specification, he taps his forefinger against the cuts on Tim's tummy. He's maybe about to go on, but as they reach the lobby door of the hotel, he's distracted by the towering mass of leather and spikes that he recognizes as the friend who visited Tim at the school. For a second, Leech tenses, but then seems to remember that he has no reason to hide his affection around this boy, at least, and leaves his arm where it is as he nods a greeting to Lars.


Jackie: Possibly the only thing more frustrating than being left a little hot and bothered is the way in which it doesn't bother Leech, at all. And for this, Tim tries to calm himself even more, tries to show indifference when really he looks like he's ready to crawl into a cave and hide forever. The arm around his hips makes him jump, if only a little bit, because any sort of contact is probably too much right now, but he certainly doesn't push the affection away. But when his wounds are addressed with light, tapping fingers, Tim's skin prickles - obviously still sensitive, and he nods for the words that accompany the action. He's about to respond himself, but there's a familiar voice that billows out from further inside of the hotel lobby. "Hey, fuckers." Looking up, Lars looks as joyful as he does devious, with a new studded leather vest to replace the jacket he gave to Timothy. Beneath it is some horribly designed sweater, fuzzy and bright purple, but it doesn't take away from his dominant appearance. Tim can't help but smile, movements a little more quick as he breaks from Leech to greet his friend with a hug. After they break, Lars looks over at Leech and nods in greeting, smiling one of those quirky smiles that has gotten him attention from males and females alike. "Glad I found you two. I think hotel security was starting to get suspicious."


Jay: Leech pauses as Timothy goes to meet his friend, giving Lars the blank look that passes for a 'hello' from him, continuing to smoke despite the almost violent anti-smoking vibes that the lobby is giving off. There's a snort for Lars' words. "Suspicious enough. Ya coulda jus' asked 'em which room the skeezy-lookin' fags were in." Because between himself, Kellen, and Jimmy's arrival last night, surely they would have figured it out - even if Tim, mohawk notwithstanding, still gives off a somewhat more respectable aura. Leech shifts the bag from one hand to the other and starts for the elevator, depressing the button and waiting.


Jackie: Lars chokes out a little laugh for that, glancing over at the staff huddled behind their check in counter with a bemused smirk; all of them are peering at the three boys with questioning eyes, obviously concerned. The older boy keeps an arm looped around Tim's shoulders, casual, and then starts towards the hotel, since he's clearly done with being a spectacle in the lobby. "Skeezy? This fag?" And for emphasis, Lars pulls Tim in closer for a half hug, laughing again. "Never." And then he ruffles Lint's half formed, small mohawk, which makes the younger boy attempt to squirm away. It's all comical, though, and Tim knows it-- so he just tries to ruin Lars' perfectly spiked hair as they wait for the elevator. "How're the digs? As gaudy as the sitting area? Pretty sure I punctured a hole in one of their leather chairs."


Jay: Leech half-glances back at Lars, amusement showing somewhat in his eyes, if one knows how to look for it. "Not him, exactly. Prolly they figure he was kidnapped an' brainwashed." His tone is wry, but not completely sarcastic; even if Tim is wearing a leather jacket and has a mohawk, he doesn't quite look comfortable about it. The elevator arrives and the doors split open, so Leech waves the younger pair in ahead of himself, then steps in as well, pressing the button for the correct floor with excellent timing - just as the doors close, he can see a hotel security guard approaching, undoubtedly to question them and tell Leech to put his cigarette out. Leech waves at the guy cheerily before the closing doors obscure him, then stretches, a few vertebrae audibly popping. He's clearly more awake now, but this is more activity than he's used to before even having a decent cup of coffee.


Jackie: Tim waves a hand around for Lars' question, indicating their surroundings as to what to expect for their room. "There's a jacuzzi that Kellen christened last night--" Lars chirps up, still keeping an arm around Lint. "And I missed that? Shame." Since clearly, Lars finds Leech's brother to be illegally adorable, or at least harmlessly cute. Tim rolls his eyes, leans heavily against one of the elevator walls as they start to ascend, smirking for the way Leech waves to the security guard. It's a quick ride up to their floor, and since it's not necessarily a peak time for hotel residents, they get there without any other stops; walking out onto their floor, Tim lets Leech lead the way (since he's the one with the key), but when they get to their door and the older boy has to swipe the card, Tim steps a little closer than one might typically do and sneaks a hand along the boy's hip briefly, a minimal sign of affection.


Jay: Staying mostly silent, in the way of leeches, the parasite nonetheless gives Lars a brief, suspicious look from the corner of his eyes for the comment about Kellen, harmless as it was. Clearly he has no difficulty with this guy attaching himself to Timothy, who is at least nominally Leech's, but doesn't want him getting close to his little brother and said brother's spotless chastity. Luckily the elevator stops before Leech can think too much on it, and he makes his way to that door. Sideglancing at Timothy, Leech snaps his teeth for the touch before opening that door. Predictably he heads straight for the coffee pot and starts arranging a new batch, ignoring the rest of the groceries for now.


Jay: Also ignored by the Leech, Kellen and a more lively-looking Jimmy are entwined halfway on the couch in some sort of bizarre wrestling match - Kellen's teeth are imbedded in Jimmy's wrist, indicating that they're not playing by any regulation rules. But the kid springs up when the door opens, grinning in greeting. "You're back!" He looks at Leech, then Tim, and then Lars - who gets a wider version of that grin - but then deflates a little when no one else follows them. "...where's the hookers?"


Jackie: Stepping into the hotel room once Leech opens the door, Tim follows the parasite to the smaller kitchen area to deposit their groceries, glancing up at the wrestling match taking place in the attached room. He's about to respond to Kellen's absurd question, but Lars beats him to it, answering by positioning his arms outward and displaying himself in a sarcastic manner, cheeky smirk ever present on his face. "What'dya think I'm doing here for?" But he's quick to laugh, all too amused, and then starts stepping around furniture to peer around the room and take stock of it all. He whistles, low, as he pokes a head into one of the bedrooms. "Nice digs, man." Back in the kitchen area, Tim starts to unpack the items, putting a few of the chips and crackers on the counter for anyone to grab at. He snickers at Lars, sometimes sneaks glances up at the overly punked out figure so out of place in the swanky hotel, and tosses a pretzel that he unearths from one of the crinkle bags at Lars' head. "Leech's doing. I'm surprised we haven't been kicked out. Or everyone else evacuated."


Jay: Kellen tilts his head and eyes Lars a little doubtfully for that proclamation. "And how much do yer favors cost?" From the tone, he's indecisive whether it should be a lot, or very little. Leech neglects to join in the conversation, too absorbed in intently watching the coffee brew, and Jimmy - losing the opportunity to torment Kellen - instead seats himself on the floor and begins tormenting Cat, detaching a bracelet from around his wrist to drag across the floor for her to chase.


Jackie: Still stepping around the apartment-sized space, Lars criss crosses to the other side, this time stepping fully into the additional bedroom and probably checking out the intricate bathroom. He can still hear Kellen, and laughs for the response-- if he could see the boy, he'd probably wink, but as it is, he pipes up his voice a little louder to be heard from somewhere near the shower. "For you? Free." But that chuckle is back, to show his light heartedness, and he knows better than to go any further and get Leech's panties in a twist. Tim laughs along as well, but it's more in exasperation, and he shakes his head while still unpacking a few more items. "Is anyone else hungry? I can just eat pretzels if everyone else is all right."


Jay: Kellen grins widely at that, clearly flattered, and is about to reply but is prevented by the sound of his phone going off in the other room. Knowing who it's likely to be, he bounds off to answer. Leech, finally managing to pour a cup of palatable coffee and sip at it despite the warmth, starts to revivify. He turns and leans back against the counter, shaking his head for Timothy's question. "'s too early for food." Ignoring, of course, how it's nearly noon. Jimmy doesn't respond, so after a moment, Leech does so for him, indicating the oblivious man with a jerk of the head. "An' I don' think he eats."


Jay: In short order, Kellen comes bounding back with, unbelievably, even more enthusiasm. "Jesse's almost here! I'm gunna go downstairs to meet him." And he proceeds to do just that, snatching up his hoodie and his laconic friend on the way; Jimmy following without much interest or understanding of the errand.


Jackie: For Leech's answer, Tim rolls his eyes, amused, since it isn't early at all. But rather than argue that, he just reaches for more pretzels, leaning against the counter top as he starts to munch away. All of Kellen's energy and exuberance isn't nearly as annoying as it would be back in school, but certainly being away from those confines and near the people that matter most to him helps keep Tim amused with the boy, if nothing else. Lars returns in time for Kellen to be babbling on about Jesse, a rush of movement and words, and it isn't until the room is quiet again that he speaks up, taking a seat on the couch that once held the two now-vacant boys. "That kid may be more obsessed with Jess than you." Directed at Timothy, of course. Tim throws a squinted glare at Lars, but it isn't filled with much venom, and he again throws another pretzel at the boy's head. "Shut up." And again Lars laughs, eating the thrown pretzel. "Not that I blame him. Jesse is as cute as a fuckin' button. Who's the other dude?"


Jay: Leech smirks a bit at the interaction between the two, probably willing to sacrifice his alone time with Timothy, and even suffer his concern over Kellen's obvious interest in Lars, in favor of seeing the boy in better spirits. And Lars' next question can't help but point out to him how much preferrable it is for Kellen to be interested in him, than in Jimmy. Even as typically blank as it is, Leech's tone still show something of his disdain for its subject. "His name's Jimmy. One'a Kellen's friends." And hopefully nothing more than that, ever. Taking a few more drinks of coffee for fortitude, Leech sets the mug down and resolutely changes the subject by nodding in the general direction of Timothy's midriff. "Lemme see it."


Jackie: Relaxing back into the couch more, Lars lets his eyes wander-- from the furniture to the decorative crown mouldings and the expensive flat screen TV nestled along the wall. He can sense whatever disdain Leech has for the other boy simply in his tone, but he doesn't encouarge more of the conversation because it's very clear that the borderline sickly looking boy isn't quite all right, and at very least an abuser of some kind. "Ahh," is all Lars can get out, nodding to himself as he fits pieces together. Tim, now more than ever, is quietly grateful for Jesse's emerging company, since it'll mean Kellen's attention will at least be divided, somewhat. He keeps munching on those pretzels, keeping quiet, but Leech's question makes him look at him in momentary confusion, before glancing over at Lars to see if he's paying attention. He's at least not looking in their direction, so Tim puts his snack bag onto the counter and lifts up one corner of his shirt, exposing his healing wound. Voice lowered a bit, he murmurs: "It's not bad."


Jay: Leech tilts his head to the side as he inspects the wound, and though it isn't as bad as it could be, the scabbed cuts and angry-looking red skin around them takes up a good portion of Timothy's stomach, and makes Leech narrow his eyes in concern. Unlike Tim, he seems to have no concern for secrecy as long as Lars is the only one present; reaching out, he rubs a thumb over the area, then hisses slightly before straightening up. "Could be worse. C'mon, I got some ointment." Because, being Leech, and being regularly tattooed, he naturally carries neosporin everywhere. Taking up his coffee again, he heads into the bedroom they spent the night in, leaving the door open so as not to make Timothy's friend feel too excluded.


Jackie: Lars get distracted by the television enough that he doesn't notice Leech and Timothy, their talking or inspection, and absently runs one hand through his hair as he watches some baffling infomercial. Tim keeps sneaking glances over, and while Lars knows about whatever he and Leech have going on, Tim's not too sure how he'd handle this. But Leech's words snap him from that trail of thought, and he drops the shirt as soon as the other boy heads for the bedroom. He follows as he's told to, keeping quiet as he does so because the last thing he wants is do, currently, is balance both Lars and Leech and whatever that all means. It isn't until there's a break in the TV rambling that Lars looks up in time to see the empty main room, and he rolls his eyes. "Yeah, sure, leave the guest all alone." He gets to his feet, clearly noting the open bedroom door as invitation, and makes his way back to the other boys. Inside, he finds Timothy standing near the bed, starting to work off his shirt. "Oh, free show?" But then he spots the markings on Lint's torso, narrows his eyes as he starts closer. "...he marked you?" And it's not a bitter tone, definitely not resentful, but maybe he sounds the tiniest bit jealous.


Jay: As if Leech could care about the propriety of leaving his guest alone. Crouching, he starts to dig through his bag, lately rifled by his hunt for clothing and therefore in more of a mess than usual. When a couple of moments doesn't bring the ointment into view, he sighs in his restrained way and just starts pulling things out of the bag, piling them on the floor nearby. Thus occupied, he's still aware of Lars' entrance, and despite feeling entirely entitled to do whatever he wants, a feeling justified by Timothy's submission, he also feels a little anxious as to what the other boy might think of it. His response therefore isn't exactly defensive, but probably not as passive as he might hope - and totally ignores that he wasn't the person addressed. "He asked me to." Though not exactly in words. Belatedly, Leech recalls that Kellen - with his recent tattoo - probably still has the ointment he's searching for, so he stands, then heads to the other room to retrieve it, adding along his way. "An' he really enjoyed it."


Jay: In all his usual high spirits and more, Kellen takes the elevator down to the lobby, not in the least bothered by Jimmy's silence. Once there, and not finding any Jesse in said lobby, he leads the way outside and walks the long way around to the parking garage, wishing he'd gotten a better coat as soon as he's outside. The garage at least protects from the wind, but Kellen still huddles into himself once they're situated near the entrance where they can be easily seen. Jimmy, despite not wearing any coat at all, seems pretty unaware of the chill, passing a cigarette back and forth with Kellen as they wait and engaging in catching up on some of the events that have transpired since they were last together.


Jackie: Tim has to arch and bend to get the shirt off without irritating the cuts on his torso, but once the clothing is off his body, he tosses it on top of the bed without much care. His eyes stay on Lars, watches the boys face as he steps in closer, hunched over to look more directly at the marks. Tim splutters at first, for that question, one hand raising up to rub at his neck nervously, but Leech answers for him. Lars absolutely notices this, but the combination of the 'L' on Timothy's torso and the boy's contentment let him know that this is a good thing. He smirks, not bothering with looking at Leech as he replies: "Yeh, I bet." He straightens back up, that half grin still plastered on that pretty face, and he raises a hand to pat at Tim's jawline affectionately. "You always liked it rough, anyways. Ya look good." And it's said sincerely, no real jealousy present, but Lars' eyes probably scan over Tim with a tinge of desire.


Jackie: Back downstairs, Jesse sits not-so-patiently in the backseat of some luxury vehicle, bouncing his leg as he scans around the approaching hotel. He's got his cell phone in grasp, just in case, but it's not hard to spot Kellen as the driver starts to round into the parking area. The car starts to head towards the main entrance, but Jesse flaps around, shouting excitedly (and somehow still politely) that the driver can "just stop right here! Right here! It's fine!" After a couple rounds of this exclamation, the car pulls off to the curb and Jesse quickly pops out, grabbing his backpack and thanking the driver before dead on sprinting to Kellen with a smile so big, it's nearly blinding. "Kellen oh my god I'm so happy to see you!" And then he attacks, throwing himself onto the taller boy's body without much care or concern.


Jay: Leech, returning in triumphant possession of the neosporin, notes the mixture of embarrassment and pride in Timothy's attitude and smirks in his barely-there manner, but doesn't otherwise react to it. "Sit down." He nods at the bed in conjunction with his words, and steps around Lars to crouch down himself and start applying the ointment to those wounds. "Since ya mention it -" He glances briefly in Lars' direction to show who his words are addressed to. " - mebbe you can help me out. Ya ever find any way short of a ball-gag to keep him quiet in bed?" He pauses to squeeze out some more of the goo before continuing. "Not that I mind, normally, but as it is now..." He waves his free hand to indicate the close quarters everyone is forced into.


Jay: While conversing, Kellen scans the cars coming in and those passing by, not sure what Jesse might be riding in, but he probably dismisses the one from which Jesse does eventually spring. So he's surprised to hear that voice, and turns from Jimmy to look at his advancing roommate with the less-feral but still blinding grin of job already breaking out. "Jesse!" Having been more or less expecting the attack, he gets his arms up in time to catch Jesse and manages to lift him for the duration of a couple quick spins. "It's so good to see you!" Setting him down but not completely releasing him, he throws a look to the fancy car now driving away. "What, you're not accompanied by yer valet or man-servant?"


Jackie: After he jokingly smacks Lint's jawline, Lars steps away, eyes showing his utter amusement with Timothy looks like a deer caught in headlights. He maybe wants to negate Lars' claim, or admit to it to only one set of ears, but he can't do much but splutter for some kind of response. Leech's fingers on his cuts, even with the soothing neosporin, make him hiss out, distract him from the conversation, and he stumbles back to sit on the bed while looking down at his irritated skin and biting his lip. Lars has found a safe spot to claim as his own, as he settles down into an arm chair tucked away in the corner, and he looks absolutely amused by Tim's pain, Leech's nurturing, and eventually the older boy's words. Still sitting on the bed, hands pressing into the mattress and curling into the sheets, Tim looks at Leech with wide eyes, this time actually making a noise of indignation as he quickly glances between the other two figures in the room. "Leech." And this makes Lars laugh, really laugh, and he looks smug as all hell in his little perch. "Always were loud as fuck, too. Glad to hear that hasn't changed." He shifts in place, watching the two, and continues. "I usually just used my hand, kept it over his mouth to keep him relatively quiet. Then you can just...force his head back, get at that pretty neck."


Jackie: By the time he's launched into the air, Jesse's backpack flies off his body, landing on the cement without much care. He's entirely too happy to be near his friend again, away from the stuff family time (or not-so-family time, with his father being too preoccupied with work), and he doesn't try to talk until he's back on sturdy ground. "Oh, that's just...," he waves a hand around dismissively, unsure of how to word it. "My dad insisted. It's stupid. But look at this place!" He motions towards the hotel, which has many more of those same, swanky cars hustling in and our, and he can't help but ruffle Kellen's hair in the process. "Looks like old money."


Jay: Leech doesn't join Lars in outright laughing at Timothy's indignation, but his eyes show his amusement plainly - to someone who knows him as well as Tim does, at least - when he glances up at the boy in feigned curiosity over why his name was hissed. Since nothing else is addressed to him by the boy, Leech goes back to smoothing the ointment over the skin there, affecting consideration for Lars' words. "Mm...that could work. Could just get at the neck to start with, instead, I guess Hard to make noise when ya can't breathe." Finishing, he stands up and caps the tube of neosporin, tossing it carelessly towards his bag. Not seeing much reason to return to the main room, which will surely be full of Kellen's and Jesse's loud voices as well as Jimmy's infuriating presence again soon, Leech drops onto the side of the bed near Tim and snatches a pack of cigarettes off the table, picking through the cylinders to select a joint instead and lighting it, offering it companionably to Lars.


Jay: Kellen looks duly at the cars and hotel when Jesse indicates them, cocking his head to one side. "Blood money, I'd say. Y'know -" and he lowers his voice into a ridiculous stage whisper. "- mobsters." Stepping back and finally releasing Jesse, he waves a hand towards their silent companion. "This's Jimmy, an old friend. Jimmy, Jesse; my roommate." Because to someone of Kellen's age, knowing someone for anything over year designates them an 'old friend' apparently. Jimmy nods amiably to Jesse, but soon afterwards pushes himself off the wall. "I gotta take off fer a few, Kell. I'll be back." Kellen looks quickly at him, about to protest, but he stops himself - probably Jimmy has business that he doesn't need to hear about, anyway - and gives in with a slightly disappointed nod. "Arrite. Ya know where to find us." Jimmy nods agreement and, with no more explanation, heads off down the street. So Kellen laces his arm through Jesse's and starts towards the hotel entrance. "So. I got somethin' crazy to tell you."


Jackie: Timothy's jawline is reddening by the minute, and he is starting to feel out numbered - while he wasn't expecting Lars and Leech to befriend each other immediately, he certainly wasn't expecting them to tag team in bullying him. "Lars. Stop." But that any earns another little snort of amusement, and the older boy instead just focuses on Leech's words, flicking his eyes to that pretty neck in thought. "Yeah, but...then you miss out on the best noises. Ya fuck him in your car yet?" Said as if Timothy isn't sitting here, tormented. This earns a more vocal, almost stern interjection: "Lars! No! We are not...talking about this." And then he goes to reach for his shirt, his cheeks now flushing, tips of his ears turning red.


Jay: Leech might point out that the whole conversation started with trying to prevent, or at least muffle, the best noises, but the following question catches his interest instead. He gives a rough hum, rearranging to sit back against the pillows and headboard of the bed and reaching for the joint when it's offered back. "No...not sure even I'm flexible enough to fuck anyone in my car. Not much room." Glancing back at Timothy as if totally unaware of this discomfort, Leech offers the joint to him.


Jackie: "Mobsters? I bet there were murders here!" The topic at hand contrasts dramatically to the wide, doe eyes that Jesse is looking at Kellen with, and his mind if churning with ideas of ghosts and spirits and haunted tales. Of course, the only thing that stops this train of speculation is Jimmy, and Jesse beams at the boy who looks like he lives in a sewer. "Hey!" And maybe he was hoping for a more welcoming response, but the boy is quick to dismiss himself, so Jesse simply shrugs a shoulder and grabs his backpack off the ground and hikes it over a shoulder. He starts for the hotel, linking back up with Kellen, and keeps his voice kind of hushed, secretive. "Oh yeah? What's that?"


Jay: "Of course there were murders, it's Jersey!" Snorting at the self-evidence of that, Kellen shakes his head. He paces the rest of the way to the hotel doors before saying any more on the crazy something; he's fairly sure that Jesse won't be angry with him, for failing to mention his relation to Leech, but he's not entirely sure how it'll be taken, or how to broach the subject. Finally, when the doors have closed behind them, Kellen goes on. "I'm actually stayin' here, with my brother." Rather than heading directly to the elevators, Kellen directs their meandering towards a small lounge area off the lobby, tastefully decorated with overstuffed furniture and hideous paintings.


Jackie: Lars exhales the smoke after holding it in expertly, directing it to waft towards the ceiling so as not to obstruct his view. He decides to ignore Timothy in much the same manner Leech does, relaxing back into the chair and kicking his feet up onto the nearby desk. "Ya won't need much room. Just have him ride you." He pauses, thinks, then adds: "Trust me." And then he glances back to Tim, grinning because he's definitely having wonderful memories, and the younger boy looks mortified. "Okay! Enough! Seriously, this is--" And then he shakes his head, not taking that joint in favor of grabbing his shirt and flipping it so it's no longer inside out and working it onto his arms.


Jackie: As they make their way into the hotel, Jesse redirects his wide eyes to their surroundings: he has certainly been in swanky places much like this, but he's most definitely surprised that this is where a couple of reform schoolers are camping out. He laughs for Kellen's remarks, since they're probably true. The mention of a brother immediately peeks his interests, but he feels an unnecessary need to keep himself - probably due to their environment - but his excitement cannot be hidden entirely. "Your brother? I didn't know you had one! Just a pretty sister." Which, of course, makes Jesse blush ever so slightly, and he waves a hand dismissively. "A sister. But anyways. Your brother? Since when?"


Jay: Not much affected by Tim's refusal of the joint, nor his protest, Leech simply passes it back to Lars after taking another quick hit. "Well, but, no headroom. Though mebbe if the seat was reclined all the way back..." He raises his eyes towards the ceiling, contemplating the mechanics of it for a moment. "There was an incident in the back of my classroom, one day, that he seemed to enjoy. I think mebbe Timothy gets off on the fact that he's gettin' fucked by one'a his teachers."


Jay: Kellen grins for the mention of Keiran, unwinding his arm from Jesse's to drop onto one of those absurd chairs. "Yeh, my brother's pretty, too. Must run in the family." His amusement subsides some, though not all the way to seriousness, and he stares at the floor. "I did mean to tell you, before now, but it jus' never seemed to come up really, an'...well. He didn't really want me telling anyone, at first, 'cause of how people think of him; didn't want it to come back on me, y'know?" He looks up at Jesse for that, but only briefly, because of course Jesse doesn't know.


Jackie: Getting that shirt on with enough frustration to split apart one of his scabs, Tim gets off the bed in a flurry of embarrassment and bee-lines to the adjoined bathroom where he can wipe off the excess goop on his torso, or drown himself in the tub. "Both of you, seriously. We're done here." Watching Lint squirm in his skin, Lars again laughs, reaching back for the joint and hitting it. Half the fun is watching the boy's response to the conversation, so he half heartedly tries to keep him in the room. "Oh c'mon, Timothy. We've found a mutual conversation piece! Why take that away from us?" Which only results in a huff from the boy as he ducks into the bathroom. Lars flicks his gaze over to Leech, lets the other boy's words sink in for a moment and then nods, probably pictures said event in his mind. "...probably. He loves that power play-- and if you fuck him in a public place, he'll do anything ya want him to."


Jackie: Jesse rolls his eyes at first, since he really wanted his comment about Keiran to go unnoticed, but is then silently thankful that Kellen doesn't make a big deal out of it. Following suit, Jesse flops into one of those silly vintage looking couches, but keeps the presence of mind to not get his dirty shoes on anything. The way the conversation turns confuses the younger boy, and he tilts his head like a confused puppy, clearly lost. "...why would it matter? You're away at school."


Jay: Though increasingly amused with the conversation, and moreover the effects of it on Timothy, Leech prevents himself from trying to keep the boy in the room because he's certain he couldn't open his mouth without laughing and giving himself away. So he watches Tim leave the room before allowing a quiet, coughing laugh to escape, then turns back at Lars with one eye squinted in interest. "I'll keep that in mind." Another pause, for another drag off the joint. "Speakin' of which. I didn' tell Timothy yet, but there's some...ahh, call them friends, of mine, they got a bed an' breakfast in the mountains a little way. After Christmas, they're havin' somethin' like a very selective gathering fer people they know in the scene, sort of a little fetish fair. I'm sure they wouldn' mind if ya came with us."


Jay: "Yeh, but so is he." Kellen fidgets some, gnawing on his lower lip for a minute and throwing another quick look at his roommate, then just coming out with it without a pause for breath: "Leech. Leech is my brother." Again, he eyes Jesse sidelong, gauging his reaction, adding in a more controlled but still apprehensive tone: "I hope yer not too freaked out. Really, I woulda told you before, but..." He trails off directionlessly, gesturing vaguely with one hand as if that's some sort of explanation.


Jackie: Leech's contained breakdown of laughter is enough to make Lars chuckle out, wiping at his face to maybe rid himself of the smile because they're not being fair to Tim, at all. He takes a moment to compose himself and then reaches for the joint when it's offered again, hitting it once and handing it back. "Yeh? That'd be sweet, dude. Turns out most of my friends in the scene are the ones back on the west coast." And this is said again with a chortle of amusement. "Count me in." The bathroom door clicks and Timothy emerges, looking at least a little bit calmed down, but he hovers in the doorway, on guard. "...you two done now?"


Jackie: "Wait, what?" The speed in which Jesse's face snaps back to Kellen's makes it obvious how surprised he is, and he smacks a hand over his mouth for how loud his voice got. He adjusts it, then scoots forward to get closer to his room mate, still very obviously shocked. "Leech? Leech-Leech? Guitar instructor, scary, future-murderer-of-Tony Leech? He's your brother?" And then he sits back, mind already starting to try to piece it all together. "Really? Seriously?"


Jay: Leech gives a slight nod in response to Lars' words. "I'll let ya know, when things are more decided, when we're gunna head out an' all." Taking one last hit from that joint, he kills it in the ashtray and finishes the rest of his coffee. As Tim returns, he looks at him, showing absolutely no regret for his behavior, but at least no amusement, either. He doesn't answer that question, but reaches a hand out expectantly and saying mildly: "C'mere, Timothy."


Jay: Wound up as he is, Kellen's shoulders jerk for Jesse's exclamation, and he keeps his head ducked some even as he looks at the other boy. "Yeh, that's the one." He might take exception to the idea of Leech murdering anyone, but now isn't really the time. "He isn' that bad, really. He's not bad at all; yer just used to seein' him at work. He has to act like that." Well, maybe he doesn't strictly have to break fingers, but Kellen glides over that sticky point easily. "He's, ya remember, I said I have family in Boston that I stay with sometimes? It's him. I mean, when my parents divorced - he's got a place in town, we go there on the weekends sometiimes, it's really not - " Forcibly putting a stop to this rambling, he takes a deep breath. "You're not mad, are you?"


Jackie: Lars gives a similar nod to Leech, murmuring out a thanks as he criss crosses his legs, still propped up on the corner of that desk. His eyes scan over to Tim, twinkling with amusement and fondness and definitely a hint of desire, but the latter mostly brought on by the earlier conversation. "Relax, Lint. It's just a couple of dudes talking." But the grin that follows those words make Tim mildly glare at his friend, and he hesitates in fully entering the room - it's only when that command comes that he fits his focus on the other boy, and his own eyes soften. Still wanting to not give in entirely, he gets back onto the bed but curls into himself, drawing his knees to his chest as he finds a spot next to Leech to settle into.


Jackie: "You're fucking with me, aren't you? Leech? Leech?" Because it really is that hard to believe. Jesse shuts himself up as Kellen rambles on, but he doesn't focus much on what's being said, instead is inwardly trying to piece together how it all works. And it starts to make sense, at least vaguely, with Kellen's disappearing tricks and endless supply of cigarettes, drugs, and alcohol. He may resemble a fish when he redirects his attention to the boy across from him, but he at least doesn't sound upset. "Mad? No...it's just. I mean. You're tall! And he's short. I guess I can kind of see the resemblance..." And then he squints an eye, thinking, obviously taking this information in a not-too-serious manner. "This is so weird!"


Jay: Watching the sullen boy cross the room intently, Leech's eyes narrow some when his hand isn't taken, but he allows it to merely drop back to his own lap, still watching as Timothy curls up near him. "Mebbe you'd prefer it if I developed some irrational jealousy an' hated him fer no reason except getting some part'a yer attention?" There's no expression in these words, and no more on Leech's face, but he at least doesn't seem to expect an answer, as he continues right away. "I think there's better use fer my energy than that."


Jay: Kellen shakes his head, but doesn't lift it, doesn't relax into anything like his usual ease, until Jesse affirms that he isn't mad. Then, he sinks back into the couch, exhales loudly, and manages a little grin for Jesse's words. "Yeh, well, we got different moms. I guess his was short. It's kinda a fucked up situation, really; Da didn't even tell us about him, or try to get in touch with him, 'til last year." And now that preparation is done with, he pulls himself to his feet. "I didn' think, at first, there was any reason to tell you; I didn't realize we'd be seeing each other outta school at all. And then, it wasn't an easy subject to introduce, especially not with Ness around to overhear it - Leech definitely wouldn' want him to know we're related."


Jackie: Curling more into himself, Tim keeps his knees close to his chest by wrapping his arms around his shins, thoroughly embarrassed and kind of frustrated and wanting nothing more than to dissolve away into the bedding. Leech's words kick him out of any thought he had, and he tilts his head over to look at his current bed partner. "...I didn't say that. It's just--" and then he sighs, shakes his head because it's pretty obvious how unlike Tim it is to talk about sexual things, especially with more than one person around. Lars, watching this, changes his typical cocky tone as he pipes in: "All innocent, Timothy, I promise."


Jay: Appeased enough by that reply, Leech reaches over to drag his fingers over the short, bristly hairs on the side of Timothy's head, one corner of his mouth curving up. "It's just, ya don' wanna talk about it, even though yer so enthusiastic in doin' it." But there's more warmth in his voice now, and no mockery. Shifting down some on the bed, he reclaims his pack of smokes, lighting an actual cigarette this time and immediately returning to petting Tim's scalp again afterwards, because the opportunity for affection will probably be interrupted before too long.


Jackie: Jesse sits on that couch, still shell shocked with all of the information, and looks up at Kellen as the other boy talks. He doesn't get up himself, still too flabbergasted to do so, but he still animates with his hands as he speaks. "...that's crazy. I can't believe you never told me! Seriously!" And then he actually laughs, starting to warm up to the idea of Leech and Kellen being brothers. "I'll keep it secret, promise. Does anyone else know? Oh! Can you try to get me on his good side? I wanna ace our guitar class."


Jay: Kellen looks, for a moment, vaguely guilty, but it only lasts as long as it takes Jesse to get from one second to the next. Then, he snorts derisively. "You'll ace our guitar class anyway." Reaching down, he grasps Jesse's arm to haul him to his feet, replacing it companionably about his shoulders while walking towards the elevators. "Ahh, that reminds me of the other crazy thing. Lint's here, too, with his friend Lars. He knows, but I didn't tell him - Leech did."


Jackie: The fingers at his scalp do more to relax Timothy than any of their words, and even a quick glance to Lars and seeing his sincerity there doesn't trump the affection from Leech. He sighs quietly, willing himself to not be so bitchy, and closes his eyes as he lowers his head and rests it against his knees. "I don't know, it's just-- weird. With you two. In here. At the same time. Talking about that." This causes a particular hum to come from Lars, as he too fits a cigarette into his mouth, and he talks while igniting the tip of it with his lighter. "It doesn't have to be, Lint. You're not mine anymore - case in point, that mark on your stomach - and we're still friends. It's only weird if ya let it be. Besides, Leech brought up valid questions, especially with how many people are gonna be packed into here the next couple of days."


Jackie: Yanked to his feet, Jesse snatches up his bag from the couch, smiling brightly at Kellen. "I little elbow rubbing wouldn't hurt! I'm just saying." And then he stays in step with the boy he's attached to, only leaning away when he brings up Lint and Lars. "They're here, too? Dude!" Hopping in place (since he so obviously can't contain his excitement), Jesse looks like a kid in Disney World. "This is gonna be great! But they got here before me? What assholes!"


Jay: Not nearly so articulate as Lars, Leech laughs faintly for Timothy's words. "No, yer jus' repressive." It doesn't sound like a very serious statement, and is further softened by Leech wrapping a hand around the back of the boy's neck to draw his head down to Leech's shoulder. The rest of Lars' words make him groan. "Fuck, I'm exhausted jus' thinkin about it." Because being in close quarters with Kellen and Jesse, all other considerations aside, is bound to be twice as tiring as Kellen alone. Realizing now, how long Kellen and Jimmy have been missing, he glances warily into the other room. "Hope they're not combin' the streets fer prostitutes..."


Jay: Kellen grins, Jesse's excitement being infectious. "Well, mebbe their driver's better than yours." Once the elevator doors open, he steps into the box and presses the appropriate button. "We got a suite, there's even a hot tub in it. I told Leech he hella needs to get some champagne so we can be all elegant, but I think he forgot." Or just pointedly didn't do it. After a moment of thought, he looks at Jesse. "Lars isn't old enough to buy liquor, is he?"


Jackie: Tim only hums for Lars' words, knowing that they're correct but not wanting to confirm it out loud and giving his friend that sort of satisfaction. Instead, he just pushes his face into the side of Leech's neck and wills himself to relax entirely, to be okay with this boy and that boy being in the same room and it not being that big of a deal. It'll probably take some time, but Tim recognizes how much better this way of things is, as opposed to what it could be like. "They're probably showing Jesse around. I guarantee you, he's probably sprouting off to Kellen all of the potential ghost stories they can unearth." Which only makes Lars laugh, amused, but he's distracted enough by the phone he's unearthed from his pocket.


Jackie: "It wouldn't surprise me! He was actually doing five under the speed limit on the highway. Like, who does that?" Exasperation aside, Jesse steps into the elevator after an elderly couple exit it, and he continues his excited hopping as they start to move their way up. "Dude, this is gonna be so great. I'm willing to bet Lars packed alcohol. His twenty first birthday isn't for a while, but he's like...been able to get booze since forever. When him and Tim were dating, he'd just show up to house parties with so much alcohol, like it was no biggie. He's gotta have a fake or something."


Jay: Leech gives a subterranean noise of amusement, probably more felt than heard. "Yeh. By the time they get here, they'll prolly be more interested in the dead hookers in the building, than the live ones." He sounds a little dispairing, but doesn't think on it too much. Surely it's better than the alternative. Leech throws a glance towards Lars as he answers that phone, then tilts his head to the side to rest his cheek against Timothy's temple, his fingers still crawling over the boy's neck and scalp.


Jay: Taking all that in, Kellen narrows his eyes in contemplation. "Shoulda just asked Jimmy to grab some on his way back." He shrugs it off, certain the particulars can be managed, turning to the next subject of interest. "Did they date for very long? I mean...they just showed up, but they don't seem real affectionate, in that way. Then again, with the way Lint acts around Ness, who could tell."


Jackie: Tim snorts for that, amused, but doesn't add anything else to it - focusing more on appreciating the closeness, because surely they'll be interrupted sooner rather than later. He lets out a quiet sigh and tries his best to squirm a little closer, giving up on keeping to himself and turning more onto his side, dropping the arms that held his legs to his chest in favor of grabbing for the hem of Leech's shirt securely. Lars looks up at the two and notices the closeness, then decides to do them a favor and excuse himself to the main room to continue with his phone call. Tim waits a few beats before speaking lowly, against the skin of Leech's neck: "I'm glad you two don't hate each other."


Jackie: The trip in the elevator gets stopped twice on random floors, but neither time results in someone joining them in the small compartment - something Jesse is thankful for. He's stopped his hopping, now just a simple container of glee, and he makes a weird face as he shrugs and looks up at the ceiling, thinking. "Umm, I don't know, maybe a year? They've been friends for a while. I don't really know when things...started, or stopped. Tim's weird with that kind of stuff, obviously. I hope he cuts that shit out with Mike, though-- I think he really, genuinely, likes Lint."


Jay: More or less ignoring Lars, Leech only glances up at the other boy as he leaves the room, and the appreciation in his gaze probably isn't visible to someone he just met. Taking a few more drags before putting the cigarette out, Leech makes a noncommittal sort of noise, shifting slightly onto his side to let the other arm come up and encircle Timothy's waist. "Seems like he'd be pretty hard to hate." Which can't at all be said for most of Leech's previous connections. "He seduces Kellen, though, an' I'm makin' no promises." There is a wry undertone to this, since Leech is fully aware that Kellen would make it only too easy.


Jay: "That's true...he's not real touchy with anyone." A total contrast to Kellen himself, who still has an arm around Jesse as the elevator finally reaches their floor. He debates, for a moment, sharing his opinion about Ness, since it altered somewhat after the guy attacked his brother, but that wouldn't be likely to have a lot of weight with Jesse so he doesn't mention it. "Anyway, seems like Mike won't let him get away with it any more, judgin' from the way they said their goodbyes." Drawing Jesse down the hall, Kellen has to release him when they reach the door in order to open it. This he does quite loudly, throwing it open widely and calling out, before even entering the room: "Jesse's here!" Clearly expecting everyone else to be as pleased with this news as he is himself, he's a little disappointed, walking into the main room, to find it holds only Lars, and that Lars isn't even paying particular attention.


Jackie: Leech's shifting makes it easier for Tim to actually lay down, and he does so - stretching out his legs and pushing his form up against Leech's while still keeping his face somewhat tucked away into the older boy's neck. He makes a little noise, something in the vicinity of amused, for Leech's words, and sneaks a kiss to the skin before his mouth. "He probably knows its in his best interests not to mess around with your brother. But that won't stop him from endlessly hitting on him. He probably considers it practice."


Jackie: "He used to be, back when he lived in California. He's so...blah here. It's stupid. Gotta work on getting him out of whatever east coast funk he's in, because he's so much more fun when he's not...like this. Maybe the Mike stuff will help." Shrugging, Jesse keeps up with Kellen as they reach the door, and then literally leaps through the entrance as he makes his grand appearance. He doesn't get too caught up in the lack of greeting, because Lars turns around an immediately ends his phone conversation to instead barrel at him and lift him off the ground enthusiastically. "Lars! What're you and Tim doing here? I hate you guys for not coming to get me, first! I would've been here sooner!" And from behind Jesse's back, Lars eyes Kellen - trying to read his expression so he can understand why Jesse wasn't expecting them - and then playing along just to cover anyone's ass. "...and what, ruin the surprise? No way, Jess."


Jay: Relaxation advanced by Timothy's closeness as well as that joint, Leech is easy enough to laugh audibly. "Sure Kellen'll be only too happy to help." He tightens the arm around Timothy's waist, with the intention of dragging him atop his own body, he's reminded of discretion by the sound of the door to the hall opening, and Kellen's loud announcement. With a quiet groan, he instead raises that hand to Tim's chin, lifting it so he can kiss him quickly but thoroughly, and then releasing him entirely so that he can go great his friend. Leech himself decides to remain where he is, for now, not wanting to impose on the mirth in the other room.


Jay: Somewhat appeased by Lars' quick response, Kellen follows Jesse a trifle more sedately, nudging the door closed with a heel as he strips off his hoodie. Catching that unspoken question, Kellen shrugs his shoulders and grimaces, then nods towards the room he assumes Tim is in - all a fairly entertaining spectacle to watch - to say that if Lars wants an explanation, he isn't the one to ask. Then he scampers off to the kitchen area, picking through the groceries lately received until he finds a soda and some chips, carrying them back to hop onto the couch. "Jesse, love, come here! We have to celebrate our timely reunion with a ceremonial spliff." So saying, he's already hunting through the accumulated clutter on the table near him to unearth a sizeable bag of weed.


Jackie: Kellen's shrieking voice makes Tim groan in frustration and mumble out some form of a mild curse, but he keeps the volume in check and instead silences himself with that kiss. He wants to go in for more, wants that door to slam shut and the lock to put itself into place, but he knows it isn't possible, so he reluctantly moves off the bed. Standing up straight, he makes a mild attempt at straightening out his closes, wipes at his mouth and swipes a hand over his scalp before heading back to the pain room. He spots Jesse, engulfed in Lars' arms, and smiles for it, most frustration already gone. "Hey, Jess."


Jackie: Still allowing himself to be twirled and squeezed and hoisted up, Jesse snaps his head around when he hears that voice, only spotting Tim when Lars stops spinning. He smacks at the boy's head, urging him to let him down, just so he can go over and attack his best friend. "TIM. You're here! And Lars! And Kellen! Best break ever, right? Hi!" And then he glomps Tim, nearly tackles him to the floor, but Tim is all too used to this and accommodates the attack with ease. "Right. Glad you made it in one piece." And of course, the only thing that can break Jesse from Lint is weed, so he's not too careful in parting from the embrace to hop over to the couch and crash into Kellen's form, clearly a ball of energy. "Spot on, dear chap! I do say!"


Jay: Kellen watches all this affection with a grin as he works on filling his pipe with weed, laughing when attacked himself. Leaning into Jesse's form, more to free himself from being squished in the arm of the couch than anything, he offers the pipe and lighter to Jesse - clearly mindful of what Tim said, about his not being able to smoke around his father. "And we haven't even got to the part with the hookers and the whisky, yet." Because plainly, that makes things even better. The cat, though at first oppressed by so much unaccustomed activity, finally crawls out from under the entertainment center, probably drawn by the sound of Kellen's voice, and the fact that Kellen usually has food, she hops onto the table among all the clutter and yowls imperiously, looking at each of the room's occupants expectantly, clearly demanding attention.


Jackie: "Hookers and whiskey? Are we certain this hotel isn't a brothel?" Still keeping up with that mockery of a British accent, Jesse shifts around on that couch to get into some sort of position that is comfortable for all furniture dwellers. He lets Kellen fill up that pipe without much distraction, smiling over at Lars and Tim as the two stand near each other, closer to the kitchen. "Dude, if it wasn't as cold as...the arctic tundra, I'd be convinced we were in California. So weird seeing you two together." And Tim laughs a little, looking over at Lars to get his buy in - that Tim's actually with Lars for this trip, and not the parasite hidden away in the bedroom. It goes over smooth enough, and Lars wraps an arm around the smaller boy's neck, casual. "Good weird, right Jess?" Which earns an eager "yes!" from the boy on the couch. The cat moves from the table to Jesse's lap, if only to be closer to Kellen, but the boy pets at her affectionately.


Jay: "Well, it wasn't a brothel when we checked in. Afterwards..." Kellen trails off, shrugging, then trades Jesse the lighter for the cat, so that he can smoke while Kellen pets. He leans back against a couch arm, directing his attention to the two older boys as well. "Lars." And it's obvious, from the earnest way he says the guy's name, and the way he widens his darkly lined eyes, that a request of some nature is coming and will probably be hard to resist. "My cruel, negligent brother, and your inconsiderate friend there, went all the way to the store an' didn' even think to get us any liquor. Isn't that the most unacceptable thing ya ever heard?"


Jackie: Giggling, Jesse hands over the kitten without a word, and takes that pipe with glee-- even though he hasn't been at his father's for very long, it's a long time to go without something in his system. He hits the pipe twice, only coughing minimally for the harsh smoke, and hands it over to Kellen while trying to sooth his breathing with calculated inhales. Lars smirks for the younger boy's inability to smoke without hacking up a lung, but doesn't say anything, instead simply plops down into an armchair after disengaging from Tim. Kellen's voice makes him grin. "Kellen." And then there are those dark eyes shooting over to the young boy, and the charm from them is hard to miss. "Sounds like the stuff horror stories are made out of. How could you, Timothy?" Craning his head, he looks back at Lint - now in the kitchen, munching on pretzels - and expects a reply. All he gets is a pointed look, one that very clearly states why alcohol was not purchased, and Lars scoffs as he turns his attention back to the dark haired boy. "Luckily, I stowed some away, for fear of such a catastrophe."


Jay: Though trying to keep his composure, as if this is the most serious discussion he's ever had, Kellen's eyes plainly display how thrilled he is with Lars for playing along even while he fights to keep the grin off his face. For that reassurance, he lets his head fall back onto the couch-arm. "Thank God!" This, in an excessively loud and fervent voice, of course. "We will all praise you for our deliverance, Lars. I can't overstate my gratitude."


Jay: Leech has apparently decided that he's sequestered himself long enough - it's not as if he can ignore all the noise, anyway - and, silently, joined the crowd in the other room. He leans over the couch to pluck the pipe from Jesse's hand as he tries to pass it off to Kellen, taking in a good lungful of smoke as he circles around said couch to claim the other chair. After exhaling, he gives Lars a very pointed look. "An' when they're all vomitting, round four in the morning, you can take care of 'em too." But he doesn't truly seem too concerned, stretching out in the chair and continuing to smoke until Kellen sits up to reclaim that pipe.




Jackie: Lars grins one of those dangerous grins, one that has worked time and time again in getting him whatever he wants. He hops back to his feet to go and snag his duffel bag that he left unceremoniously near the door, and resettles himself in the sitting area so he can rifle through it. Leech's words don't worry him - if anything, they present a challenge - and the afternoon is spent alternating between smoking and drinking, with occasional binges on the snack food obtained in the morning. Some time in between the second porno that was watched and the third round of poker, the boys have ended up in the jacuzzi - Lars, Kellen, and Jesse fully emerged, while Tim sits on the edge, not committing to getting fully soaked. Lars has a bottle of something in grasp, and at this point it goes down smoothly for all involved, and he hands it over to Kellen while his other hand toys with the bubbling water. "I think it's true what they say, about hot tubs getting ya more drunk. This is fantastic."


Jay: Kellen takes the offered liquor with a grateful nod, and not bothering with a glass, downs some of it before passing it along in turn to Jesse. He squints one eye in thought, an expression exaggerated at the moment to almost completely closing the eye. "Mmm...pretty sure it's the alcohol, not the water." He glances at the frothing water suspiciously, but is soon distracted as Jimmy - who returned, sometime in the afternoon, with no explanation and not much notice among the other loud occupants - ambles into the grandiose bathroom and settles down indian-style nearby, apparently not interested in being in the tub. Leaning over, he delves one lanky arm into the water to snatch Kellen's wrist and pulls it out, inspecting his fingertips. "But between the alcohol an' the water, you'll be pickled in two senses of the word." Snorting for this attempted witticism, Kellen splashes water at the man with one hand and with the other, appropriates his cigarette.


Jay: Leech, on the other hand, made his escape during the first porno that was watched, after being given a total disgust of the business because there were women involved, and has since then been entertaining himself - and his cat, who he didn't want to risk getting inebriated - in one of the bedrooms, listening to music and being very stoned and sedentary.


Jackie: "It's something about the hot tub dehydrating you, or something--" Lars starts, but it doesn't seem to make much sense now, so he shrugs and accepts defeat, lowering his entire body into the water and emerging a few moments later. Jesse, probably more fucked up than he's ever been, just giggles for it all, still surprisingly functional despite all the weed and alcohol he's consumed. He's still a little off-put with Jimmy, just because the guy is comparable to a walking corpse, but he does crack for the wit displayed. "Pickled Kellen! Best served with strew and a side salad." Which...only makes Jesse giggle more, uncontrollably, and Lars pipes in too because it's cute and he's drunk and it's hard not to. Tim, carefully balancing himself on the edge of the tub, is probably the least fucked up (not that it's saying much), but he does grab for the bottle when it's not attached to Kellen's lips.


Jay: Jesse's amusement is funnier than any of the comments, and Kellen helplessly joins in with his laughter, handing the bottle off to Tim without even really noticing it. Jimmy is equally unaffected by the laughter and the stolen cigarette, though he's inarguably more awake and alive than he was this morning, as evidenced by his being capable of following a conversation. "Delicious as a late-night snack, too." He gives Kellen an absurdly overdone suggestive look which, naturally, only makes Kellen laugh harder, exclaiming when he can get the breath for it: "God, yer creepy!" which Jimmy also does not object to. Fighting back the amusement with some effort, swaying back and forth in the water. He seems to notice, as he does periodically, that Leech isn't around. "Wheeeere is Leech? He's not still moping in his room, is he?"


Jackie: The way in which Jimmy continues on the conversation, paired with his expression and Kellen's reaction to it, makes Jesse giggle and giggle and giggle, enough that he has to lean heaving into Lars for stability. The eldest again chuckles, glancing around at the boys with amusement written all over his face, and then adds on to Jimmy's comment: "Better not say that around Leech. He might tear your head off." Knowing from experience, surely; all of Lars' flirtatious advances on Kellen throughout the day were not at all supported by Leech, which is perhaps why he did it so frequently. Tim, taking a swig from that bottle, hands it over to Jimmy, avoiding Jesse because it's obvious the kid has had enough (and probably had enough hours ago). The mention of Leech stirs something between his chest and his gut, and he shrugs a shoulder, waving a hand off towards the bedroom on the opposite side of the hotel room. "Probably hanging out with Cat, go figure."


Jay: Jimmy gives Lars something like a smile, shrugging carelessly. "I doubt it. Don't think he can jump that high." Because short as Leech is, he seems even shorter next to Jimmy, whose height is exaggerated by his stick-thin limbs. Jimmy takes the offered bottle, but only takes a sip before passing it off to Lars, not much in need of extra inebriation. Kellen sighs melodramatic at Tim's words. "What a biiitch. You oughta go get him up, Timmy. He likes you, he'll listen to you." Finishing the rest of the stolen cigarette, he flicks it into the sink to extinguish itself and flows around in the water bonelessly.


Jackie: Jimmy's retort gains him a deserved amount of snickers, from all present - including Tim. Lars is the most vocal about it, probably because he isn't attached to the boy like Tim is, and not fearful of him like Jesse is, and he takes that bottle back without question. He doesn't take a drink from it, instead just keeps it upright, and nudges at Jesse as the boy starts to flick water in his face. "Yeh, Timothy-- go get him. He'll listen to you." And Lars glances over at his friend with eyes that are suggesting, but no one else is paying much attention to them. Tim catches that look and, already flushed in the face from the heat and the alcohol, rolls his eyes, but doesn't object to leaving the mess of wet, inebriated boys. "I was gonna call it a night, actually. I can't keep up with you guys." And with that, he swings his feet out of the water and slowly starts to stand on not-too-certain-feet. Jesse, indignant, protests: "Liiiiiiint, don't be lame."


Jay: Kellen is, at first, pleased that Tim seems to be giving in to their entreaties, but when he makes that statement, instead joins Jesse's lamenting. "It's barely even midnight! You can't be done yet!" Ignoring how it's actually much closer to one. Jimmy doesn't seem much affected, of course, only nodding at Tim; while he might have noticed the look between Lars and Tim, he has no real reason to care, and no certainty on any of the relationships between this clusterfuck of friends Kellen brought along.


Jackie: "And we started before two in the afternoon. I don't know what you've done to your liver to train it so well, but I'm not on that level." Now upright, Tim starts to unfold his rolled up pantlegs, only mildly damp from the hot tub since he refused to get undressed at all. Jesse flicks water over at him, clearly not pleased but not about to argue - since in typical Lint form, once his mind his made up, it's over. Lars watches his movements with a careful eye, then nods as if accepting, speaking against the brim of the bottle: "Save some space in the bed for me, yeah? These three can figure out their own sleeping arrangements." Nodding, Tim starts for the door before any more pestering can begin, and heads towards the bedroom that Leech has exiled himself to.


Jay: With another of those overwrought sighs, Kellen rolls his eyes and drops his head back, but doesn't speak out against Tim's leaving again, until he's gone. "If Mike was here, I bet he woulda made Lint stay." Pleased to see that Lars, despite his words, has not made any move to leave as well, Kellen floats generally in his direction. "I was totally counting on figuring out my sleeping arrangements with you." Maybe Kellen has been taking lessons from his brother, because the tone of this could as easily be sincere as it could be joking. Jimmy, who has now stretched himself on the tile floor for comfort, gives a brief laugh. "Great idea, Kell. Just you two go off and leave poor Jesse with the creepy old man."


Jay: With his usual sense of awareness, no matter how high, Leech opens his eyes a split second before the door to the room opens, though he doesn't move until he's ascertained who is disturbing him. And, when he realizes who it is, he only rolls lazily onto his side to face that door, gaze flicking over Timothy as he enters, trying to ascertain how drunk he might be. "Party finally breakin' up?"


Jackie: "If Mike was here, him and Tim would've been in bed a looooong time ago." Jesse's all too convinced of this, nodding quite assuredly for it. He's well aware of his own intoxication, enough so that he declines the bottle when it makes its next round, and watches with innocent eyes as Kellen slinks his way towards Lars. "Like hell you were, Kellen! Our room mate contractual agreement does not diminish outside of St. U's. Room mates for life." And this makes Lars laugh, makes him check himself and not engage too much with the dangerously cute dark haired boy, however tempting it may be. "'d love to, but can't. I'm spoken for." And a quick quip of the head towards the door indicates he's referring to Timothy. "Plus, your friend over there has a point. Ya can't leave Jess to fend for himself. That little scrawny body is gonna need someone he knows and trusts to snuggle the impending hangover away."


Jackie: It takes much longer than it should for Tim to make it to the bedroom door, with only a few head on collisions with pieces of furniture on the trek. He opens the bedroom door without immediately examining what's inside, instead just turns around and makes sure that the door is securely shut. That deep voice immediately sends a chill down his spine, and he turns around with flushed cheeks and puffy lips (way too much alcohol, surely) to shake his head, starting for the bed. "Not for them. I can't keep up." In route to the mattress, Tim reaches for the collar of his shirt, using it as a guide to yank his shirt off, his movements noticeably more clumsy but not horribly so..


Jay: Freezing for Jesse's vociferous protest, Kellen widens his eyes excessively. "I never said you couldn' come, too!" But he desists, accepting that even in the very unlikely event that Lars did agree to go to bed with him, he would right now probably be too drunk to perform anything beyond the mentioned snuggling - and would, any other time, possibly be too nervous. So he continues his lazy circuit of the jacuzzi, coming to a stop near Jesse now and leaning against him affectionately, but totally without suggestion. Jimmy is still settled on the floor and seems to still be addressing the ceiling. "Someone he knows and trusts? I think with Kellen, you can only have one or the other...if ya know him, you don't trust him; if you trust him..." He waves a fleshless hand to indicate the conclusion.


Jay: Leech watches Tim's progress across the room without bothering to conceal how humorous he finds it. "So I see." Pushing himself into a sitting position, he reaches out and snags one of the boy's belt-loops to drag him closer, then assists him in getting that shirt off before it completely entangles. Tossing it to the general laundry pile, he starts on Tim's pants. "Everyone still awake an' alive then. I thought about goin' to congratulate all'a you; so far, I've only got two complaints about noise from the front desk." Finishing with the fly, Leech's hands curl under the material of his pants to shove it off his hips. "But then I thought, if I said that, Kellen would definitely try to make it more, so I decided to hold off."


Jackie: Giggling for that, since Kellen's words completely erase whatever abandonment he previously felt, Jesse welcomes the other boy's non-suggestive affection with a wide smile. "False, kind sir! I know and trust Kellen. Even if he didn't tell me about his brother and said embarrassing stuff about me in front of his sister." Lars, amused by the two in the water and the one acting like a beached whale, raises the bottle in a toast like fashion and takes a drink, offering it out in the same manner to Kellen.


Jay: Kellen was probably about to speak out in his own defense, but Jesse does it much better, so he just smiles smugly and pets at his hair. "I didn' say embarrassing stuff. What stuff?" He takes the bottle from Lars with a half-assed salute and drinks from it, though still paying expectant attention to Jesse. Jimmy actually takes it upon himself to sit up, his shaven head rising over the side of the hot tub only far enough for his bewildered expression to come into view. "What did you just call me?" He doesn't sound offended, but honestly baffled; nobody's called him 'kind' or 'sir' in many, many years, if they ever did at all.


Jackie: Initially, the extra hands helping to rid him of his clothing don't help at all - rather, Tim gets more tangled in the material as he tries to weasel some material off while getting it caught in his own hand and Leech's. But eventually the shirt is discarded and his pants are undone, and that was all he wanted in the first place. His own words are maybe a little slurred, but not horribly so (he's certainly trying very hard to not be drunk, right now), and he knees his way onto the bed. "That was probably the right decision. Pretty sure they're planning on watching another episode of midget porn, once they finish in there." Refocusing his attention on the parasite, he very lightly shakes his head, because the porn watching is something entirely out of his element.


Jay: As Timothy climbs up on the bed, Leech catches at his side to effectively upset his balance, therefore bringing him to sprawl partially across his lap. Once that's accomplished, the parasite lazily curls around him in the opposite direction, so that while Timothy's head and shoulders rest in Leech's lap, Leech's own head can lay against Tim's stomach, facing him. "No, they won'. Durin' one of the conversations with the front desk, I asked 'em to be sure to turn off the pay-per-view option fer the room. After that..." He trails off with a little shudder for the memory of the production he was forced to see part of, which really was a quite mild one as far as porn goes, but damaging to Leech's peace of mind due to the lesbian scenes. "They'll have to find some other way to entertain themselves."


Jackie: "You so did! At Visitor's Day-- you kept on making all those innuendos. And saying stuff! That was...embarrassing! I swear." Jesse's defense has certainly been shot down, now that Kellen is looking for specifics, but that doesn't stop him from being absolutely certain of himself. The way that Jimmy pops his head up is more unexpected than anything, and Lars catches it just in time, which only results in enormous laughter because the dude is so fucking creepy. Jesse, apparently immune to the creepiness, only looks at Jimmy like he's completely normal. "I called you Kind Sir! Kind Sir Jimmy! The kindest sir of them all!"


Jackie: The upset to his balance forces Tim to fall haphazardly onto the mattress, and he makes a tiny noise of discontent: he obviously had some sort of plan in his drunken mind, but Leech has since taken control of it. But the new positioning is good, comfortable at least, and Tim turns his nuzzle his face into the skin covering one of Leech's hip bones. "...that doesn't sound like a better option, at all. Lars and Kellen, drunk, looking for amusement when their one source of it is taken away?" He pauses, sneaks a little sloppy kiss to the skin, then continues. "...just, when you kill Lars, make it quick? I'd hate for him to suffer."


Jay: "I did not! If I'd been making-- " But Kellen's interrupted, because as soon as he lowers the bottle from his mouth, he gets the full effect of Jimmy's rising-sun routine, Lars' laughter, and Jesse's total sincerity, and it's far too much to stand without also exploding into laughter. Jimmy increases the effect by looking from Jesse to Kellen and then to Lars with even more confusion. Looking back to Jesse instead, he finally raises his head enough to rest his chin on the edge of the hot tub, lowering his voice theatrically. "I think they're drunk." Kellen finally swallows his mirth enough for speech, though the laughter remains in his voice. "Kind Sir Jimmy! That is it. No more 'Saint Jimmy' fer you." Jimmy snorts for this and straightens up even more to retrieve the bottle of liquor from Kellen's hand. "Canonized and knighted, what a lucky bastard I am."


Jay: Leech gives a languid shrug, because at the moment, that alternative doesn't disturb as much as it otherwise would. "'least there's no midgets involved. Or women." When it seems that Timothy accepts the position, Leech wriggles around some more to achieve optimum comfort and reaches out to trace Tim's collarbones with two fingers. "No, I think Lars has more sense than to get involved with Kellen, when he's got a protective brother on one side, an' a...a Jimmy, on the other. But if he did, I couldn' really blame him entirely." Half-lidded eyes focus on his fingertips as they reach the hollow of that throat and trace down, to the tip of the sternum, and then back up.





Jackie: Now more fully horizontal, Tim's body relaxes into the mattress, shifts to better position itself towards the leech. His limbs feel heavy and detached, but it's a pleasant feeling - it's a forced relaxation that Timothy doesn't have to think about to accomplish. The fingers at his collarbones encourage him to purr appreciatively, and Tim tries to reach out and trace along some of the tattoos on Leech's arms. "I think you're giving Lars too much benefit of the doubt. But at least it wouldn't be unwanted attention." Because surely Kellen's been eying the boy all day. Tim smiles for that and then tries to bite at Leech's fingers, clearly more playful in his drunkeness.

Jay: Leech is plainly quite relaxed, too, undoubtedly having had some chemical help to get there; his eyes are only open about half-way, and he leans heavily (or, as heavily as such a small creature can) into Tim's form. The playful bite at his fingers garners a slight grin, and he turns his hand over to allow for it. "Hah. Kellen always wants attention. But, I guess, better Lars than...someone else." Because Kellen seems to be extra-attractive to people that Leech dislikes, some sort of twisted Murphy's law.

Jackie: Tim halfway expects Leech to retract his hand when he bites at it, so he's a little lost with what to do once he has a finger between his teeth. Pausing, he thinks it over (probably looking like he's thinking too hard, thanks to the alcohol), and then simply wraps his lips around the digits and sucks until only the tip is in his mouth-- then he kisses it, the action entirely innocent, or at least intended that way. With his mouth finger-free, Tim laughs again, the hand that was once tracing tattoos reaching up to toy with some of Leech's pink hair. "It's funny, how you two are really similar, and really different at the same time."

Jay: Not having the opportunity to see Timothy drunk very often, Leech is pretty amused with him now, trying to seem less drunk than he is. Once his fingers are freed, they lower to stoke lightly along the boy's well-defined jaw, following their progress with his eyes. That statement draws them away to meet Tim's, and Leech tilts his head slightly. "Who? Me an' Lars?"

Jackie: Toying with a lock of pink hair, Tim gets momentarily distracted by it, his full attention going to his fingers' movement rather than their conversation. But he catches the question before it's completely lost, and he laughs, shaking his head. "Nooooo. You and Kellen." The laughter makes his body shake, and he shifts again so he's on his back, looking up at Leech with those blue, but clowdy, eyes. "You and Lars aren't really at all alike. Except you both like to torment me."

Jay: "Mmm...I guess so. Don' really see much resemblance, 'cept maybe some in looks." Leech shrugs a shoulder minutely, then shifts along with Timothy, curling onto his side more and laying his head sideways on the boy's stomach. The following comment draws another half-grin from him. "Ya make it too easy." Gaze dropping back to his hand, he watches it trace down the side of Timothy's neck then circle around, fingers resting on the pulsepoint on one side and his thumb stretching to the other, leaving the heel of his hand to press against the boy's throat, but lightly, teasing.

Jackie: "And the way you guys react to things. Ya both get that really alert look in your eyes. And, even though you don't smile often, when ya do-- it's the same as Kellen's." A little drunken rambling, Tim catches himself and shakes his head, mildly amused with himself. For Leech's second remark, Tim's eyes switch to a glare, and he tugs harshly (but briefly) on his hair. "I do not. You two double teamed. I was out numbered." He nods, or does something like it when Leech's hand prevents him from much movement, and then drops his hand from the boy's hair to go back to tracing along the tattoos on the arm that's pressing into his throat.

Jay: Leech merely hums for the observation about him and Kellen, his head tilting back when his hair is yanked, eyelids maybe closing briefly in enjoyment of the sensation. In retaliation, he drives the edge of that hand harder into Tim's throat, but also not for very long. "Mebbe we did, but ya do make it easy. All repressive an' easily embarrassed an' tempting..." If not very sensible, the description still seems to suit Leech, as he nods afterwards. His free hand drops back to Tim's chest, numb fingertips moving aimlessly, lightly over the skin, and in contrast he turns his head just enough to scrape his teeth over the boy's stomach, managing to catch some of the flesh between them and biting down sharply.

Jackie: Tim again shakes his head, a bit more adamant in the action, because Leech's words only make him feel more embarassed, more insecure. He makes a little whine of a noise, maybe to emphasize his disagreement and also alert Leech to his own actions, since the pressure on his throat makes his insides start to burn. "I do not." But his voice sounds considerably weaker, a balance of drunk and tormented, and the fingers tracing tattoos follow up further, up the arm and to Leech's shoulder, where he grips at his flesh firmly. At the same time, the boy bites at his skin and Tim lets out a mixture between a yelp and a moan, and he tilts his head back to direct the noise at the ceiling. The hand slides to Leech's neck and tries to pull him closer, or at least up his body, but the looseness in his limbs doesn't force the boy to move.

Jay: Leech remains where he is for a moment, sucking fiercely on the trapped skin without letting up the force of the bite, but then gives in to the hand on his neck. Releasing the skin, he manages to somehow slide closer to Timothy without actually moving his limbs, snakelike. "You really can't be quiet, can you?" Maybe that yelp went ignored by the others in the suite, since they're surely entertaining themselves, but if they'd merely been in bed trying to sleep, or not talking to each other, the noise probably would have been noticed. The hand on Tim's chest comes to a stop to allow Leech to run the pad of his thumb over a nipple, and he settles with his head near the same area.

Jackie: "...not when you're doing that, no." Tim pauses, peers down at the boy laying atop his body, and he spreads his own legs to try to accommodate Leech's form. "And you can't hold that against me." His eyes momentarily look wild, like it can't be expected that he remain quiet when he's being nipped at, half naked and drunk in a room with no other prying eyes. With the hand still on that pretty neck, he keeps trying to pull the parasite up, closer to his own face, but he isn't quite forceful enough to make it happen without Leech's willingness to do so.

Jay: Leech straightens his head, chin resting on Tim's sternum, watching him with a lazy, smug sort of satisfaction. "Well, no, I can't hold it against you..." He tilts his thumb in the opposite direction, to scrape the nail over that nipple instead, back and forth. "Guess I prolly better stop, though. Wouldn't wanna disturb anyone." Despite the words, he doesn't stop; digging into the blankets with his toes he pushes himself forward a little more until he's capable of closing his teeth over one of the boy's collarbones instead.

Jackie: Blinking down at that face, with its smug satisfaction, Tim attempts to glare down at Leech, squirms around because this isn't fair. The attention to that nipple elicits another moan, one he tries to silence by turning his head and half muffling it against the comforter on the bed, and when he's half successful in not making the noise bounce off the walls, he looks back down at Leech incredulously. Cheeks starting to flush, Timothy makes a pathetic little noise when he wiggles his hips and brushes them against Leech's. "...pretty sure it won't disturb anyone." The earnestness in his voice is absolutely pathetic.

Jay: Grinding his teeth lazily over that collarbone, Leech hums approvingly in his throat. He squirms a bit more to settle himself between Timothy's legs, returning the brush of hips with increased pressure. Detaching his teeth after a moment, he licks at the faintly reddened skin, taking against it. "No? Ya don' think Jesse might be a little horrified?" His head lifts long enough to give a skeptical look, but returns to its previous position, mouth moving over that shoulder and up the side of his neck. His left hand stills, fingers curled under Tim's form and thumb brushing back and forth over the wounds on his side.

Jackie: Pleased with the way in which Leech settles against his body, and the added attention his hips deliver, Tim makes another quiet noise, at least actively trying not to be too loud. Both hands slide around the parasite's hips, hold on to them as fingertips dig into the small of his back, and Lint's body instinctively pushes up to press against Leech again. In contrast to Leech's tone, which sounds normal and conversational, Tim sounds pleading, and he shakes his head while closing his eyes and talking to the ceiling once more. "They won't know. They're distracted. They wouldn't have a clue." Which probably isn't entirely false - not with the boys having their own distraction of a jacuzzi and alcohol and hormones. Tim tilts his head to the side, pants quietly, tries to not look like a desperate mess of a human being.

Jay: Distracted as Leech himself is, he only gives a dubious noise for that assertation, not halting the progression of his mouth. Tightening the grip he has on Timothy's side and thereby pressing harder against those cuts, the other hand moves further beneath to flatten against the small of his back before Leech shifts, rolling to the side and bringing Tim along. Once situated on his back, he stretches up to catch the boy's mouth, freeing a hand to curl around the nape of his neck and draw him down closer.

Jackie: A quick inhale of air is all Tim can do when those fingers dig into his abused skin, and Tim hisses that same air out a moment later, the pain making his spine stiffen. He moves as Leech directs, not about to argue against him, but he does immediately drop his head as the other boy leans up. Their mouths connect sloppily, Tim's tongue surely tasting of whatever mixture of alcohol he was consuming, but he tries to make it disappear by licking across Leech's tongue. His hips are now more flush against the ones below him, so he very plainly pushes down, grinding, and moans into Leech's mouth.