Liquid Courage [Jake]

[Jacob Lawrence]

I'm sure Morgan will be able to make Jake see things in all sorts of different ways if given enough time. He might be a little overbearing at first, but Jake calms right down after a little while. "Tequila is always a good call." He joked, though he wasn't 100% on that. Tequila had a time and a place and it just so happened that this was one of those, especially since it seemed to loosen Morgan up quite effectively.

As he gradually pulled Morgan closer, Jake was wishing he had been able to do it in one smooth move, but he feared that a quick jerk like that would send the other man toppling right out of his chair. He wanted to bring Morgan closer to him, not to cause him injury, but it was more humorous than anything as he jerked the blonde closer. If he'd known that Morgan was impressed by the feat of strength needed to move him, well that would have been better, but instead Jake was laughing nearly as much as his companion. "This is quite unsexy, isn't it?"

But of all the things he'd expected and not expected since the beginning of this evening, Morgan kissing him topped that list easily. He hadn't expected the man to kiss him, even when they were so close. What he'd expected was to be pushed away and probably lightly reprimanded for his blatant disregard for Morgan's personal space. One moment, he'd felt Morgan's breath tickle his lips and the next, the other man's mouth was against his and Jake was too surprised to react for a brief moment.

Once Jake finally processed the fact that yes, Morgan was kissing him and he wasn't hallucinating. the brunette's fingers curled over Morgan's ear. As much as Jake wanted to kiss Morgan until they were both gasping for air, he restrained himself to slow, gentle movements of his lips against Morgan's. Reluctantly pulling back, the look that found itself on Jacob's face was beyond smug. "Yeah... I definitely like the forward approach best."

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[Morgan Tonaya]

Opening his eyes, Morgan suppressed the urge to saw ‘wow.’ He figured Jake’s ego had been stoked enough just by the kiss alone. No need to admit that A. It was the first time he’d ever kissed a man (if it wasn’t obvious) and B. that it felt like the first time. Leaning away, Morgan shook his head and admonished himself for being such a girl about this. Clearing his throat, his face pink with a blush, Morgan shrugged. “It works, just like you said.” He said quietly, falling silent for a moment.

He looked away, studying the wood flooring for moment and laughing nervously. “Sorry I…” He pursed his lips and, smiled again. Even when he was fumbling over himself he couldn’t stop smiling. It certainly explained the deep laugh lines in his face. “I…just remembered why I don’t usually go with the forward approach.” He admitted, clearing his throat again.

For some reason he felt incredibly foolish. Like Jake was smug because he was able to laugh at Morgan, though the blonde knew it wasn’t the case. However, Morgan wouldn’t let it ruin the night. Though he would run away, for the time being. Without much announcement he stood up out of his chair and snatched up his plate, moving to the counter so that he could take a few deep breaths disguised by clean up. Leaning on the sink, Morgan chuckled again. “I can’t believe I did that!” He exclaimed, shaking his head in surprise.

[Jacob Lawrence]

As Jake pulled back. he brushed his fingers over Morgan's cheek and grinned. Yes, that was a rather nice kiss, though not Jake's usual style. Morgan seemed to enjoy it, even if just a little, as he didn't shove Jake away from him. That was definitely a stroke to his ego, because that had to mean there was at least a little attraction there. Or it was the booze talking, but Jacob didn't want to think about that. He wanted to think that Morgan liked the kiss and it wasn't just because of the shot of tequila earlier.

When Morgan got up and retreated to the sink, Jake did start to look a little worried. He let the man have his space for a few moments before standing from the table and walking over to him. He lay his hand on the blonde's shoulder. "Hey, you alright?" To his relief, Morgan seemed more surprised than upset about the recent turn of events, to which Jake's slightly alcohol-dulled mind could not attribute to the fact that this may have been Morgan's first kiss with another man.

"Aw c'mon, was it that bad?" He turned and leaned sideways against the counter by the sink, his hand falling away from Morgan's back. Jake had been thinking the kiss would have hinted to something better to come (at least he was hoping/fantasizing that.) But then Morgan was laughing again and Jake raised an eyebrow. Now he was completely unsure of what to make of this.

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[Morgan Tonaya]

Though his fingers dug into the sink slightly when Jake laid his hand on his shoulder, Morgan’s tension eventually faded. There was no taking it back really, and Jake didn’t seem and more or less different before the kiss than he had after it. Maybe Morgan could forget about it and pretend it never happened. Also pretend that he hadn’t liked it. That seemed like a good plan to start out with. “I’m just…surprised!” He said brightly, breathlessly. “Really surprised.”

He shook his head a few times, digging the heel of his hand against his eye. “Like I mentioned…forward isn’t usually my approach.” He added shyly, blushing a bit. He snuck a look over at Jake, but turned his eyes back to the sink rather than leave his eyes on the other man. It left him wanting to kiss him again.

Was that bad? “I…No. It definitely wasn’t bad.” Morgan assured him, though he didn’t seem so sure himself. Bad was such a loose word.

[Jacob Lawrence]

Jake was trying to read Morgan's reactions, looking for something in his body language that he wasn't relaying in words. Being that he was rather loose, a simple kiss was nothing in his books, but that obviously wasn't the case for Morgan. Jake just couldn't place where his apprehension was coming from. "It's damn effective, though." Jake couldn't see how that could possibly be bad, because of it, he'd kissed Morgan... and he'd rather like to do it again.

"You're thinking too much." Jacob finally announced, giving Morgan's shoulder what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze. His eyes darted around the kitchen before lighting on the bottle of tequila again. "I know how to fix that." One shot had been enough to get Morgan to flirt with him, maybe two would help ease the other man's mind. "Time for shot number two?" He smirked, briefly touching at the blonde's slightly reddened cheek and feeling the heat behind his blush.

They'd kissed, so what was to stop Jake from touching Morgan? One barrier was down (although Morgan's currently trying to pretend it didn't happen) and in Jake's mind, that meant he could let his hands wander as they pleased.

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[Morgan Tonaya]

They’d kissed, so in Morgan’s mind it was time to put up all the barriers. That lasted about two seconds. Jake’s touch was so relaxed and un-threatening. It came easy to Jake. Morgan on the other hand? He spent his whole life, each kiss, each touch, to finding that special person. He didn’t exactly throw them out there to anyone. Not that Jake was just anyone or wasn’t deserving or anything.

You’re thinking too much.

Jake said it right as Morgan thought it. There was too much thought, that was the difference between Morgan and Jake. He finally got the courage to look at Jake. Jake was impulsive and active. Morgan was much more passive. Pursing his lips for a moment, the tension left his shoulders and he rolled his eyes in defeat. “Fine. But that is it. No more or I’ll be hugging the toilet all night.” He said sternly, playfully smacking away Jake’s hand. “And whining to you all through it.” Morgan added.

Another shot was the worst idea he could manage. But it seemed like one of those bad ideas that was just so bad it was good. That could have been the alcohol talking, but Morgan had already agreed, so there was no going back. The shot glasses and tequila were still sitting on the counter where they had been sitting before, taunting him. His weakness had always been beautiful women…now it appeared to extend to beautiful men.

[Jacob Lawrence]

Jake never thought his actions through. He just did what felt right at the moment and if it was bad, he'd deal with the consequences as they came. Being that close to Morgan, it was a miracle that Jake hadn't tried to devour him. Morgan was a very attractive man, there was no denying that, and Jake's control suffered greatly in the presence of handsome men.

"Would it make you feel better if I offered to hold your hair back?" He teased, that lazy grin on his face again. It was this kind of attitude that usually got the brunette in trouble, his willingness to touch, his teasing... if this were anyone other than Morgan, he'd have probably ended up in a much more compromising situation. He laughed as Morgan slapped his hand, dropping it down to his forearm, then grabbed his hand and tugged him across the kitchen. "I bet you're cute when you whine."

He stuck his tongue out at Morgan childishly, laughing as he released the blonde's hand in favor of grabbing the bottle of tequila again. Jake was sure that his companion needed the sweet dulling of the brain that would keep him from over-thinking things, though it probably wasn't the best solution. Then again, maybe Jake was just hoping that it would lead to more kissing... much more kissing.

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[Morgan Tonaya]

“You’d better!” Morgan charged as he was dragged across the kitchen to his impending doom. Why had he agreed to this again? Morgan was still stung by the tingling of intoxication in his stomach, despite the meal he’d eaten. Thank god he’d eaten! Morgan despaired to think what would have happened if he hadn’t had something else accompanying the drinks in his stomach. “Its getting long enough that someone has to.” He added, tugging gently at his own blonde curls.

When Jake stuck out his tongue, Morgan lashed out with surprising quickness for as tipsy as he felt. Dragging his thumb over Jake’s tongue, he triumphantly swiped Jake’s own saliva over his cheek. “Hah!” he spat, grinning stupidly. Childish? Yes. Still hilarious after almost thirty years? Totally. Laughing quietly for a moment he look up and down the counter for the remaining lime.

He snatched it up and pushed it over to Jake along with a knife. “You take care of that. I’m controlling the shots.” Morgan said, pulling the bottle of tequila towards him before Jake could take over. Not that it would be particularly hard to pull the bottle from Morgan’s loose grip, but it made the teacher feel better to know he could have as little as he wanted. Yet as he tipped the bottle to fill the shot glasses, Morgan found them being poured even. Both full. Man those glasses filled up fast!

[Jacob Lawrence]

"It looks good on you." And of course a compliment couldn't go without Jake's hands talking too, so they slid into Morgan's hair, fingers just skimming over his scalp. "The perfect length for grabbing" Did he just go there? Yes, he did. It was about this time of night that Jake's mind wanders off into the gutter, but I'll try to keep him in line for Morgan's sake. Smirking, he curled his fingers in Morgan's hair as if testing this theory, then pulled his hand back again. Definitely the perfect length.

Jake was once again rendered stock still when Morgan grabbed his tongue, going crosseyed as he tried to look at the other man's hand. "Heeeeeyyy!" He whined, rubbing at his cheek with the back of his hand, laughing even harder than before. It has to be a good sign when two grown men can act like ten year olds without shame. "I'll get you back for that... sometime." Because Jake wasn't able to think up revenge on the spot and also because there was tequila waiting for them.

Morgan certainly couldn't have been thinking clearly if he'd just passed Jake a knife, which the brunette stared at for a moment. Unfortunately, it didn't relay to him any secrets of how to get back at Morgan, so he settled with cutting two more slices of the lime for them. "Ya sure the shots aren't controlling you?" He passed one of the slices to Morgan, his eyes bright. Jake could tell the blonde was a little tipsy even if was only a little buzzed himself, but he couldn't have foreseen in the tequila what was soon to come.

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[Morgan Tonaya]

Shivering, Morgan tilted his head towards Jake hands. “Ooh. Don’t…ah. Don’t. Don’t pull my hair.” He demanded (though the first part of the sentence was more like a pleased sigh). Morgan was a funny creature when it came to his hair. The feel of someone’s fingers pulling through it made him sigh, but the threat of it being grabbed onto made his stomach do flips. Good flips. But Morgan wouldn’t admit that ever. “I’m tender-headed.” He whined, putting on a pout as he ducked his head away from Jake’s grasp.

Laughing wickedly, Morgan grinned over at Jake. “Serves you right for sticking it at out me!” Morgan admonished, shaking his head. “And consider this shot payback.” He added, pushing one of the glasses towards Jake as the brunette sliced the lime. It was good to hear Jake laugh so easily. Surprisingly enough, Morgan was doing a pretty good job of putting their kiss out of his mind. More proof the last thing he needed was another shot.

Snorting, Morgan snatched up one of the wedges and brandished it foolishly at Jake. “I know when I’ve had enough. Which is why this is the last shot I’m taking.” Morgan said, nodding his head wisely. For anyone who had known Morgan a very long time, they would have recognized his more theatrical behavior as a symptom of intoxication. Morgan was a fairly quiet fellow when he was sober, and truth me told he wasn’t exactly being loud now, but for Morgan? This sort of behavior was…just a little off.

[Jacob Lawrence]

Jake stored this apparent sensitivity away for later abuse. (I'm sure Morgan will appreciate it more once the tequila has its way with him.) "Don't worry, I'd be gentle." Well, as gentle as Jake is capable of, that is. Unfortunately, now he's looking at Morgan and wondering where else he might be sensitive - aside from the obvious - and how he might find this out in an inconspicuous manner.

Had Jacob known that Morgan was starting to forget the kiss from earlier, he would have been forced to remind him in the only way he knows how, but he'll have to wait for that. Instead, he grabbed the salt from earlier and sent it sliding across the counter towards Morgan. "Nah, there's no fun in that. I gotta get ya when you aren't expecting it!" Although I'm not sure that Jake is going to need revenge, considering what we have planned for them. For the time being, though, he was set that he was going to get Morgan back in some way when his brain would kick in and actually give him an idea.

Morgan might say that this is the last shot for the evening, but we all know that's not the case. And Jake had already convinced him into a second when he'd first said only one. He was getting good at this, which is never a good sign, because Jake is already a manipulative person by nature (his power and career included) and he needn't be using that talent on Morgan. "You first." He was grinning like usual, eager to get Morgan even more intoxicated.

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[Morgan Tonaya]

“Like hell you would.” Morgan doubted, running his own fingers through his hair suspiciously. He didn’t see Jake as the nice type when it came to hair-pulling, particularly regarding the way he had mentioned grabbing earlier. Some people just…liked to pull hair. Morgan was okay with that behind closed doors. Outside of them? Not so much.

Shaking his head, Morgan winced a bit. “Ouch. I’m terrified.” He said with a hint of laughter. “Just don’t put me in the hospital…or the dark.” He implored, picking up the salt shaker and glaring at it. Morgan chewed his cheek and looked up at Jake with a pathetic smile. “Is it too late to get out of this?” He asked, though he didn’t expect to get any other answer than yes. He didn’t argue the point anymore, instead just licking his wrist again and dumping a pinch of salt on it. Placing the lime on the counter, he twisted the shot glass in his thumb and index finger. Without warning, as if he’d been gathering the nerve the whole time, Morgan quickly licked his wrist, tanked back the shot, and stuffed the wedge of lime in his mouth, making a face only a mother could love.

When he spat out the rind of the lime into the trashcan, he groaned. “Ugh. Tequila…” He whined, shaking his head rapidly. When he took in a heavy breath, the back of his throat and his tongue tickled with the spark of the alcohol. The warm, buzzing feeling did not fade, even after Morgan took a few sips of the flat coca-cola that was still sitting on the counter. Yep. Morgan was done. He waved Jake on. “Go. Go.” He demanded, leaning on the counter and trying to blink his vision back to perfect focus. When he had looked at Jake, the man was clear, but the objects in the edge of his peripheral vision were slightly fuzzy, like soft focus on a camera. Not good.

[Jacob Lawrence]

"You know me too well." Jake snorted, unable (or unwilling) to keep up the pretense anymore. But, according to Jake, they are behind closed doors and in the privacy of Morgan's house, so what was wrong with a little hair pulling? Although this wasn't the context that Jake had in mind; standing in the kitchen with far too much space between them, but it would do for now. Especially when taking into consideration Jake's plans to completely annihilate Morgan's personal bubble. You might want to cover his ears, we don't want him running off before it gets to the good part.

Jake just smiled at the blonde's reluctance to take another shot. "Of course it's too late. It was too late five minutes ago!" He gestured vaguely at Morgan to hurry up and the wince he pulled following the shot was nothing short of hilarious. Not the most attractive face ever, not by a long shot, but Jake was amused by it. Reaching over, he took the salt back from Morgan so he finish his shot. As the brunette licked his hand (a motion which he purposely dragged out) he fixed Morgan with a rather suggestive look. Down boy.

He then took the immaturity level up another notch, as after he'd emptied the shot glass and bit into the lime wedge, he left the rind against his teeth as he pulled a rather wonky looking smile. "Am I sexy?" He snorted, accidentally projecting the lime remnants from his mouth, but catching it before it hit the ground. He laughed particularly hard, even as the tequila burned in his mouth and stomach, and tossed the lime into the trash. I'm no longer sure which is worse, the fact that Morgan will need a crowbar to get Jake off him by the end of the night or the fact that they're acting like children.

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[Morgan Tonaya]

“That’s upsetting.” Morgan said, raising his eyebrows. Knowing Jake too well after two days? Not good. It didn’t exactly speak to Jake’s complexity…not that that was a bad thing. Morgan actually felt that he did know Jake pretty well. Sure he couldn’t tell you exactly what Jake’s job was, where the guy lived, or even his last name, but Morgan connected with Jake personality wise. It seemed like they’d known each other much longer than a few days.

But it still disturbed Morgan that he didn’t know Jake’s last name. Had Jake told him and he’d forgotten? Was it even important? Morgan decided it was absolutely important (not as important was watching Jake lick his hand though. Did he do that on purpose?)

“What is your last name?” Morgan asked blatantly as Jake tipped back his glass. He wouldn’t get an answer as soon as he’d like, however, since Jake was too busy goofing off. To some seriously intense ends, no less. Morgan was easy to entertain, and as laughter quickly filled the kitchen as Jake tried to speak with the lime in his mouth. He just doubled over as the brunette scrambled to catch it before it hit the floor. “Absolutely not!” Morgan said through his laughter, gripping the counter to steady himself. “Not like that, anyway.” Morgan corrected, his laughter dying down to snorting giggles.

When he stood up straight again, his lashes fluttered several times over his hazed blue eyes. Poor decision. He wobbled a bit and made a sickly groan. “Sit. We’re sitting now.” Morgan demanded, rounding out of the kitchen to seize Jake by the wrist and drag him to the couch. With surprising strength, he shoved Jake down at one end, and flopped down at the other end with a heavy huff. “God I can’t believe I let you let me do that.” He whined again, looking pitifully over at Jake. “I can’t hardly balance.”

[Jacob Lawrence]

If Jake had his way, Morgan would never know what his job was. He was perfectly content with the other man speculating, but for his own safety, Jake would keep him as far as possible from MSAD. Gabriel would be far too dangerous a person to introduce Morgan to. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn't even be with the teacher, but he liked being with Morgan so much that he didn't even want to think about that.

Jake pouted when Morgan said he wasn't sexy, but his ego recovered when the blonde corrected himself. After tossing the lime, he leaned a bit too close to Morgan and grinned. "So you think I'm sexy now?" If Morgan knows what's good for him, he won't answer that question. Then again, he knew the tequila wasn't good for him, but Jake had talked him into shots, so I'm not sure that was the best advice.

He stumbled along happily after Morgan as he yanked him to the sofa, collapsing down on the cushions and taking a moment to register what just happened. "Oh, you can call me Mr. Lawrence." Wiggling on the sofa, Jake turned and flopped over so that he was laying across Morgan's lap, rather comfortably I might add. Grinning up at Morgan from his newfound position, he added, "I didn't let you, I made you!" Well at least he's taking the blame? He probably shouldn't sound so proud of the fact that he was getting Morgan drunk, but he was having fun.

Shifting a little, Jake closed his eyes. This was actually rather nice. Morgan's legs were warm beneath him and if he opened his eyes just a little, he could look up at the man without him knowing. But that made him feel a little like a spy and he randomly started laughing again. At what? I'll let him tell you. "I can see up your nose!" Classy.

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