forum Hey, wanna gay one on one?

Started August 18, 2019 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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"Yep," Jackson nodded, "Are we there yet?"

"Next block." He said, nodding. "And I won't fall in the road this time."

Jax gave him a grin, "Good. If so that would be the third time today, darling."

"So it would be, babe." He said, grinning back.

Jackson gave out a short laugh, "So I have to ask, will your parents be home, dear?"

"Dad's going out- thank God, he was not in a good mood today- and mom's working the late shift." He said, casually.

"It'll just be us then," Jackson gave a little nod, "Got it."

Eric blushed when that actually processed. "Y-Yeah, it will…"

Jax let the realization sink in and blushed as well, "I mean. We don't have to go to you place. I could just head home and sayI walked you home, if you aren't comfortable having me there that is."

"N-no, it's fine!" He said. "Unless you don't feel comfortable with that…"

"No, no! I'm fine with it as well," Jax exclaimed as he played with his bag strap, "I was just checking with you, that's all."

"O-okay." He said, smiling. "We're here!"

Jackson smiled back and looked at Eric's house, "Great. Uh, is it locked?"

"Not sure, but I, uh, have a key." He said, walking up to the front door.

"Okay," Jax nodded, "So you're not locked out. That was a dumb question in the first place."

"To be fair," Eric said, opening the door. "I do forget it a lot. Um, fair warning, uh, it's kinda a mess…"

"What house isn't a mess?" Jackson joked slightly.

Eric bit his lip, stepping in. "Well, uh, come in!"

Jax stepped inside and looked around the house, "Looks like a mess."

Eric blushed. "Uh, yeah, dad took over the living room last night. Wanna head to my room? It's slightly less of a disaster."

Jax nodded and looked back at Eric, "Um, yeah. That's fine with me."

Eric smiled. "Come on, then." He said, walking in that direction.

Jackson followed along behind Eric. Looking around the others house, it was an absolute dump of a house. Completely different than his own home.

Eric opened the door to his room. "After you." He said, looking down. His room was a bit messy, but better than the rest of the house. His bed was unmade, a shirt was on the floor a bit from the laundry bin, posters covered the walls, and there was a stack of papers and books on his desk, and his guitar was stood up in the corner by a small, old amp. "Sorry, not in the best shape…"

"It's not that bad," Jackson looked around the room studying all the different aspects. He didn't know where to place himself, "No cleaner than my room."