Lazy Days {Morgan}

[Morgan Tonaya]

Morgan grimaced and gripped his glass a little tighter, looking levelly at Jake. “One would probably incinerate himself trying to get out of it…and the other?” Morgan shook his head, recalling back to Spidey’s…unique decision making. “He might like it.” Sighing Morgan laid his forehead on the bar and groaned. “Christ, one of my other students had to come in and rescue me on the first day.” He made gagging noises in the back of his throat and returned to a proper sitting position with a disgusted look on his face. “It was a bit of a failure.” His face did a one-eighty after taking a drink of his beer, returning from behind the glass with a hopeful smile. “But I guess things’ll work out eventually. They always do, yeah?”

Perking up and leaning an elbow on the bar, Morgan watched Jake with legitimate interest. “You’ve been to Germany too? Wow…where else?” Germany Morgan could probably handle. The amount of people who spoke English in Europe far outnumbered the amount who spoke something akin to his native tongue further east. “I was never good with languages.” Morgan said, shaking his head. “I feel like I’d be your stereotypical clueless American if I ever went abroad.” Chuckling and shaking his head, Morgan made a face. “I don’t plan to embarrass myself like that any time soon. I’ll let you take care of the globe-hopping.”

He laughed and shook his head. “No. No. No one looks good in a Hawaiian shirt.” Morgan said looking a little disgusted by the thought. “Only maybe the occasional old man…and only then because it’s kind of endearing.” Morgan explained, shuddering a bit. Hawaiian shirts. Ew.

“Yeah but if you keep going it’ll only get worse and then I’ll look like a flake.” Morgan argued, his blush sustained by Jake’s goading. The fact that Morgan wasn’t discouraging anything was slightly surprisingly, but he couldn’t lie and say he disliked the attention from Jake…or that he disliked returning the attention either. “That’s okay. I’ll figure out something that makes you blush and then you’ll get a dose of your own medicine.”

…No double entendre intended. Promise.

[Jacob Lawrence]

He raised an eyebrow at Morgan's description of his students. He hadn't been expecting them to be quite that bad. "Man, you got boned. That's gotta suck." He'd figured the one for a pyrokinetic and the other one was just screwed up in the head. What a combination. "Ah, well, at least the first day's over. First day's always the worst!" Jake means well, he does, he just couldn't possibly know just how bad Sammy and Vincent were. "Chin up, Morgan. You'll whip 'em into shape eventually." And who knows, he may actually need whips to get those bastards to behave.

"Um, where else? Might be going to Russia next. Been to Australia and South Africa too. Plenty of English there, so it was no trouble." He leaned against the bar and absently pointed his bottle towards Morgan. "You could come with me to Hawaii and keep me from wearing Hawaiian shirts." He smirked a little, because honestly the thought of sprawling on beach in Maui (during dusk, else Jake would roast) with Morgan was a rather enjoyable one. Sunsets, tropical drinks, scantily clad girls (scantily clad Morgan?), now that just sounded like a splendid way to spend his vacation.

The smirk only grew in size as Morgan announced his intentions to make Jake blush. It was just too, too easy. "You're gunna make me blush? Alright, bring it on, cutie." Of course, Jake could think of several things that could make him go red in the face, all of which would probably make Morgan go wide-eyed and/or blush madly himself. Although it's obvious that Jacob needs absolutely no practice when it comes to making the blood rush to Morgan's face. (Is it just me or did that sound exceptionally dirty?)

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[Morgan Tonaya]

“Eventually!” Morgan repeated, shaking his head and laughing heartily. He could only pray that eventually came sooner rather than later. Morgan didn’t like yelling or sending kid’s to the principal’s office, and he often worried that it would become a common occurrence with those two. He also wasn’t too fond of the fact that he’d needed Sean and Emma to straighten them out. Total blow to his ego.

Starry-eyed, looking dreamily down the bar, Morgan sighed. “Damn. If I could get a job that let me go to those amazing places, I don’t think I’d ever come back.” He mused, thinking of all the postcards and clichéd photos he’d seen of the far-away countries that Jake had visited first hand. But now that he thought about it…”Actually no. That’s a lie. I’d still miss Home.” He added with a stupid grin. He just loved Pilot Ridge (and his mom) too much to leave it forever. “But Hawaii’s not too far. I wouldn’t mind tagging along for that. Beaches and swimming, sun…” He nodded.

There was that ‘c’ word again, but this time it made Morgan blanche, then suddenly flare into a bright blush again. He looked down at his wrist and laughed slightly, more out of nervousness than any coquettish embarrassment. Well now what? Clearly Jake had been flirting. That meant Morgan had to put him in his place. But…Morgan wasn’t quite sure he wanted to. His nervous, wishy-washy thoughts came through in his speech. “I don’t…I mean I’m n…I’m not---“ Morgan looked back to Jake a few times, still smiling, but looking a bit confused. “I’m…failing miserably at this.” Morgan managed through a bit of laughter. He didn’t want to lead Jake into thinking that it was okay to flirt with him…but then again why wasn’t it okay? “I think you’re just succeeding at making me blush enough for the both of us.”

So much for telling him off. Morgan only seemed to be able to encourage.

[Jacob Lawrence]

Morgan's expression, his eyes filled with wonder, was exceptionally endearing. Gabe was always talking about finding new recruits who would make his organization unstoppable and Jake was thinking that Morgan might just fit right in. Why? Because who could say no to a face like that? He could just saunter up to someone, ask them to do something, say please, smile, and they'd fall over themselves to do what Morgan had asked. It might even put Gabe's puppeting to shame. (Somewhere, Gabe just scowled. I sensed it.) "I like my job. The traveling is fun, but I always look forward to coming home." He'd entertained the idea of returning to his childhood home a couple times, but he'd decided against it every time. That hadn't ever been a very comforting place. "I'll definitely keep Hawaii on top of my vacation list, especially if you're coming with me."

Jake, being the impulsive flirt that he is, was only further encouraged by Morgan's reactions. He still wasn't shutting him down, even when he was sure he'd made it obvious it was flirting, and he found a flustered (flattered?) Morgan to be very attractive. The nervous laughter and stuttering only reinforced this. "It's okay. We all fail sometimes. At least you look good doing it." Jake knew all too well how to screw things up. Sometimes he wished his power had been time control just so that he could turn back the clock and keep himself from making his biggest mistakes. He could have saved himself from plenty of heartbreak that way. At the current point in time, though, that was farthest from his mind. He was enjoying spending his time with Morgan and he didn't want that to change.

"It's not my fault you're easy to embarrass, but it's not a bad thing. Promise." He looked on Morgan fondly before raising from the stool and paying the bartender for both of their beers. "Maybe you could use some fresh air. Shall we?" He stepped a little past Morgan's stool and then looked over his shoulder at him invitingly. "I'd offer you my arm, but would that be too much?" He laughed, turning just a little so he was facing the blonde man.

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[Morgan Tonaya]

Jake would have a hard time convincing Morgan to join anything that Gabe was involved in. Not only would Morgan be immediately put off by the name of the organization, but he probably wouldn’t get along well with the other recruits. Errand boy? Maybe. Full blown operative? Morgan was too much of a fluffy, endearing soul for that kind of thing. Hawaii however, sounded charming. “Count me in.” He chirped.

Though Jake really didn’t seem to have an off switch, Morgan was becoming shyer by the second. By nature a friendly and open fellow, Morgan couldn’t think of a time he’d ever been so flustered in a social situation. Normally he just…flirted back. It was rare that a woman ever came on so bluntly as to call him ‘cutie’ (Morgan liked the shy types), particularly when he was around Darryl. But in this case he was too busy blushing like a school girl to even retaliate. That was why, when Jake suggested they step outside, he just sort of went with it. Hell the guy paid for his beer, he couldn’t just run away now (like he’d originally planned).

“I feel like the fresh air will only make it more apparent.” Morgan replied, draining the last of his beer as he looked up at Jake. Well, might as well. He stood up and looked at the money on the counter. “You didn’t have to do that.” Morgan said with genuine gratitude, tucking his hands in his pockets. Morgan shook his head, hanging it slightly in a relaxed and easy-going pose. “Geeze. I may act like a twelve year old girl when someone gives me a compliment, but I can handle myself.” He added. Wait was…was that a wink? Was Morgan flirting back? Morgan wasn’t sure, but it felt natural to playfully move past Jake and pause in the doorway.

“Move it slowpoke.” He teased. This was easier than originally expected.

[Jacob Lawrence]

Jake was an opportunistic sort of guy. He knew he was attractive, he knew what he was capable of, and if he wanted something, nothing was going to stop him from at least trying to get it. Granted, he didn't always get what he wanted. No one ever did, but Jake was of the firm belief that if you never try, you always lose. Morgan may not have swooned right into Jake's arms, he honestly hadn't expected him to, but as far as he was concerned his response was just as enjoyable. There was definitely a physical attraction he had for Morgan, that much he'd noticed when he'd first laid eyes on the man, and since talking to him, Jake found himself growing even more attracted. (It was always a major disappointment when you matched a pretty face with an ugly personality.)

"Hey, it's no trouble. Consider it my payment for the entertainment and for all those lovely smiles." I can smell the cheese from here. His smile grew large enough to cause little wrinkles to appear up the bridge of his nose, gently grazing his fingers over Morgan's shoulder. He was surprised, albeit pleasantly, when it appeared that Morgan was actually reciprocating. That wink? Oh what a stroke to Jake's ego. "Right, are you sure you don't want me to handle you?" If Morgan was getting more comfortable with getting hit on by a man, well... Jake was going to push his limits. Not too far, of course, he didn't want to send the other man running off.

When Morgan brushed passed him and moved to stand in the doorway, Jake's eyes might have dropped a little lower than necessary. He might, just might, have been staring at Morgan's backside. What a nice view. Then Morgan turned and teased him just a little and he covered the distance between them in a few quick strides. "Sometimes slow is good." He smirked, opening the door for Morgan like a right proper gentleman. "If you know what I mean." He winked back at Morgan, giving him a little nudge out of the door.

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[Morgan Tonaya]

Morgan had often considered himself opportunistic in the sort of way that he tended to go with the flow and hang on for dear life when an opportunity floated his way. But Jake? Jake was taking that opportunistic manner to a whole new level. Morgan was definitely not having any more doubts about if Jake was flirting or not, and now he was almost regretting trying to flirt back.

…Almost.

He was about to start committing some of Jake’s lines to memory. They were just…just funny. Secretly? They were also working. Morgan’s face was lit up like a fire truck, and even the slight brush of his shoulder made him jump slightly. Wow. Contact. This guy was bold. Way bolder than Morgan was. While he didn’t shrink from Jake’s touch, he wasn’t exactly bustling to return it. He was simply…curious.

“Not on the first night I’ve met you I don’t.” Morgan added cheekily. While the statement certainly didn’t speak to a promise of later…handling…it didn’t knock it completely out of the running either. Morgan had officially decided (probably with the aid of very slightly impaired judgment thanks to two beers) that enigmatic statements like that would be his approach to the night. They could be taken at face value, as he intended, or they could be taken as something a little more than Morgan would ever admit to.


Fortunately for Jake (lest he risk Morgan bolting home at the speed of light), Morgan didn’t catch Jake’s wandering eyes, being that his back was indeed turned. Morgan jumped a little at the nudge and took the few steps into the cool evening air, tucking his hands in his front pockets. He looked sheepishly at the sidewalk. Wow there was…there was really no comeback to Jake’s slow comment. Well, there was one (‘ Yeah well so is fast, so get your ass over here’) but even Morgan couldn’t stand that kind of double talk. Now that he opened his mouth, Morgan could managed another comeback.

“Yeah, well…”

Smooth Morgan. Real smooth. In an effort to salvage his swag, he looked to the sky. “Got late fast. Time flies when you’re on stage. And…talking to you apparently.” Morgan added with a little chuckle.

[Jacob Lawrence]

He prided himself on his ability to make remarks about nearly any situation. It was rare for Jake to be caught speechless. He could maybe list two times that he'd ever been without something to say. One of those times had been the first time he'd laid eyes on Gabe. The man is all sorts of gorgeous, though, so we can't blame him for that one. Jake also wants Morgan to know that if he intends on using some of his cheesy pick up lines on someone else, he demands credit.

Morgan's comeback genuinely amused Jake and he laughed. "Catty, aren't we?" He made a sort of clawing gesture with his hands to emphasize the point. "What about night number two?" If Morgy wasn't going to extend an offer of a second meeting, then Jake would accept the responsibility. He was more than interested in seeing the man again and hopefully the idea would be well received. This was definitely something that he could get used to.

Jake followed Morgan out of the bar, letting the door close behind him as he took a few lazy steps down the sidewalk, turning around to look at the blonde. Once again, he found himself softening to the rather innocent and nervous behavior of the teacher. It was a career that fit him, Jake decided. He just wished that he could have had such an interesting instructor when he was still in school. That might have coerced him into better behaviour and hey what was he thinking? Behaving in school had never been his strong suit, but at least he did his work and got good grades.

"Hope I haven't kept you from anything important." Aww, look there, he's concerned. Although if I were in Morgan's place, I'd say looking at Jake was the most important thing in life, but I don't struggle with my sexuality.

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[Morgan Tonaya]

Don’t stick out your tongue. Don’t do it. Morgan was possessed with the desire to childishly make faces at Jake, but he figured it wouldn’t really help his image any. Funny how that was generally his first reaction. Instead he just laughed and shrugged good naturedly. “Got my reputation to keep after all.” He explained in response to the catty comment. That was a good comeback. Yes. Good job. Mentally, Morgan pat himself on the back.

He blinked stupidly at Jake. Second night? There would be a second night? Morgan thought back on his promise to show Jake his powers and kicked himself. Then he took it back…this could be a good thing. Morgan wasn’t sure how, but he did know that he enjoyed Jake’s company. Maybe next time he could see him in the daylight? Would that encourage less innuendo? Morgan shrugged. “Reputation. Like I said.” He replied enigmatically. No straight answer. That was the best way to handle a situation. (Right. Lie to yourself Morgan. Good idea.)

Sighing heavily, Morgan shook his head and smiled gently. “Nah. Nothing too important. But I’ve got some things to finish up for classes in the upcoming week.” That was sweet! He was actually thinking about Morgan’s schedule. “And at any rate, its not like it was your fault. Maybe luck will bring us together again?”

Wait…Did Morgan just say sweet?

[Jacob Lawrence]

Jake just had to tease. It was impulsive, it was in his blood, it was just something he couldn't control. "You mean you've got a reputation outside of being cute and a momma's boy?" He paused for a moment, afraid that Morgan might take his good-natured jest the wrong way. "Not that it's bad. I just like teasing ya." He actually looked a little sheepish and rubbed at the back of his head. Clearing his throat, he shook away the awkwardness best he could and took a step closer to Morgan.

"Then I'll let ya get back to all your classwork, but..." He trailed off, smoothly closing the distance that remained between them. When he was within reach of the blonde, he tipped his head to the side. "Let me give you something better than luck." He reached around Morgan, then slid his fingers into his back pocket. Though he might have enjoyed drawing out this process longer than necessary, much longer than necessary, he decided against it. His goal was Morgan's phone, but he wasn't going to settle for just that.

Once his hand had disappeared into Morgan's back pocket, Jake gave his ass just the faintest hint of a squeeze before twisting his wrist around to withdraw the phone. Smirking, he started adding his number into Morgan's contacts, cheekily making a <3 after his name, then set the phone back into the blonde's hand. "Call me anytime." That smirk was definitely not going anywhere soon and as long as Morgy doesn't attempt to slap him for violating his personal space, Jake was going to consider this first meeting a complete success.

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[Morgan Tonaya]

Reveling in a bit of triumph seeing Jake being the awkward one, Morgan raised an eyebrow at his new friend. “Not so fun when you’re the one putting your foot in your mouth, huh?” Morgan teased easily, smiling to ensure that Jake didn’t take it the wrong way. No harm in a little tease, that’s for sure. And Morgan could certainly take a few cracks, he’d grown up with Darryl after all.

He jumped when Jake suddenly dipped his figners into his back pocket. “Woah what on earth---!” He jumped again when he felt (or thought he felt) the faintest hint of a squeeze on his backside, moving forward enough to actually bump into Jake’s chest. “Woah!” He exclaimed, laughing nervous when Jake whipped out his own phone. Wow that was remarkable smooth. Damn. Morgan was impressed, and it registered all over his face as he quickly put some more personal space between them and cleared his throat.

Man was Morgan red.

“That’s uh---oh. Um.” Morgan said when Jake just placed the phone back in his hand like nothing had happened. He was still trying to get over how amazingly smooth Jake was being. Where could he pick up Game like that?! Morgan’s stammering was an obvious reminder of just how much power Jake held over him at this point. He laughed nervously again, the sound huffy but sweet. “Thanks. I think.” He said, nervously running his fingers through his hair. Chewing his cheek thoughtfully, Morgan looked sidelong at Jake and nodded. “You’re trouble, Jake.” He commented, moving to walk past him toward his own home. “Big trouble. But it was great to meet you.” As he was finally at a point where he could walk away, he turned and waved in a friendly way.

“I guess I’ll…talk to you soon!” He called, turning away before he made a bigger fool of himself.