Vivid Colors, Black and White [Grant]

[Grant Carson]

He loved hearing Ryan make a noise when he did that. Could be the reason that he did it so much to him. Besides the fact that he had extremely soft skin and he liked to nuzzle him. “I do know. You do remember that I love you too right?” He nudged his friends head up and looked at him, smiling softly. He really did have a soft spot for Ryan Robins.

Grant chuckled. “They're doing good. Getting into girls, and sports, and Jason misses you like hell.” He smiled. “Oh yeah, drew you a picture too. Its up in my room.” He snickered. “You're a stick figure, and you're holding his hand, but you've both got really big smiles.” Little Jason was about five or six this year. Yeah, Grant had never understood that but whatever.

[Ryan Robins]

"Getting into girls?" Ryan stuck out his tongue. "We can't have that. No no, they need a proper education" He laughed, kissing Grants cheek, catching the side of his mouth. Not that that was bad. They'd kissed a few times. Just...not ever since he had a boyfriend. Now kissing was suddenly bad, and considered cheating, and it seemed so natural with Grant.

"The song is good, by the way. Then again, I'm kind of biased, aren't I? I'm all pro-Grant" He smirked, wondering if he should get a button that said that. Pro-Grant. It'd be ridiculous, but it would make the guitarist smile, and he liked that. It lit up the room, and he liked to be the one to put that smile on his face.

[Grant Carson]

Grant snorted softly. “As much as my parents love me, I'm sure they'd be happy if at least one of their boys liked women.” He snickered. “Cause I'm not too fond of them.” He traced his hands down Ryan's chest with a teasing wink and smiled. “Yep. I'm still fond of men.” His smile softened even more when he barely kissed him, he turned his head and nuzzled his lips.

That would certainly make him smile. As it was it did, just hearing him say it. “Yep, all for me.” He'd so twisted that around and given a wink to say he'd meant to do it too.

[Ryan Robins]

He laughed softly, kissing him back just a little. It was okay, he told himself. A little kiss didn't mean he cheated. Besides, Grant made him feel loved and beautiful and he needed that. He needed to bind people to him so they wouldn't leave when he freaked out and went off the deep end. "Father would love to send me to therapy, by the way. Thinks it'll straighten me out. Told him that I already take it like a man." That little slip of the tongue had earned him a slap across the face. And it wasn't even true either. He barely ever bottomed for anyone.

Ryan sighed, kissing Grants neck to hide his face. "He's saying I have to if I don't take the meds. Because I might dissociate. Get multiple personalities" Just to make it clear. He really had no desire to become even more screwed up as he already was. "I hate it. I hate taking the meds and feeling so numb. I can't even feel happy that I'm in a stable relationship."

[Grant Carson]

Grant respond to that little kiss, just like he always did. Then playfully nibbled his neck. “Rawr.” He snickered softly at that. “Now you see. I wouldn't know that.” He pointed accusingly and then pouted, that little hint of ever lasting playfulness in his eyes still. “I'm sure he loved hearing that though. His son.” Grant snickered again. “Yeah, he wasn't happy was he?”

He let the arm around Ryan's waist tighten gently. “It will get better, I promise, it has to.” He brushed his cheek with his hand, smiling fondly. “Your art will go back to being all you in a while too. It has to.” He shrugged. “At least you have one.” He pouted again. “I'm single. Still.”

[Ryan Robins]

Ryan laughed a little, focusing on the playful banter instead of the worry and nervousness that made his stomach tighten. "Well I'd have offered myself up to you years ago if I thought you'd have me." Getting out of Grants embrace he glared at him playfully, which didn't do much considering he was both small and slim. "All those times I've kissed you but no, you had to be a gentleman." Grinning widely now he tapped the others nose. "Know what I think? You're secretly straight."

[Grant Carson]

He snorted softly. “Oh come on now. You know everyone would love to have you.” He smiled. “Did I ever give you cause to think I don't?” He smirked playfully and let him glare, chuckling at it. He was much too cute for his own good. Silly Robins. “I had to be a gentlemen? Me?” Grant slid from his seat and caught Ryan around the waist. “Would there be a way to prove to you I'm so clearly not straight?” He chuckled, wondering what his friend would come up with.

[Ryan Robins]

Ryan grinned, spinning into his embrace all too easily. But he didn't want to worry about his friend, or his boyfriend, catching something he shouldn't see. It was all innocent. Fun and games. Nothing to see, nothing to worry about. "I'd say yes but we would consider that cheating and let's not do that to poor Ryan who finally has something semi-stable" He smiled, planting a big fat kiss on Grants lips. "Now if we ever break up I'll send immediate notice so you can spend your afternoon proving to me that you're as gay as they come."

[Grant Carson]

Grant chuckled, eyes softening at him. “Alright then. Its a deal, but one question.” He grinned wickedly. “Will I be taking it like a man, or will you?” His eyes sparkled teasingly as he hugged him close and nuzzled his neck. “I'll behave, we'll prove it another time.” He chuckled. He was Bi, not straight but liked men a lot more then he did women. He found himself craving someone to spend the night with, so he'd have to go out and look around later.

[Ryan Robins]

Ryan laughed, fingers threading through Grants hair as he held him close. Grant could make him feel alive, if just for a while. Just to have the other close, feel loved and wanted for a while. It made him actually feel, not like he was on drugs. And he liked that, wanted it, and needed it too. So even if their friendship made Jesse jealous, it was something he couldn't stop. And besides, there was nothing Jess had to worry about.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see, don'tcha?" He knew that Grant was bisexual, but like him the musician held a fondness for a nice, strong male body in his bed. Which pretty much meant he would never fall for small, slim and girly looking Ryan.

[Jesse Huber]

“I don't want to wait.” He pouted playfully and just chuckled. He liked joking around with Ryan, liked hearing him laugh, seeing that smile on his face, knowing he had done it, that no one else had. He hung onto him a bit and nipped his ear. “I'll take it like a man if you want.” He sent a wink to him and chuckled.

Oh that was so far off the mark. He wanted Ryan in his bed, he wanted him to really kiss him, he wanted to feel him under him, see him on top of him. He wanted Ryan quite a bit more then he should, considering their friendship. He pointed to his easel and grinned. “I never get Ryan Robins original. When do I get one?” He pouted a little.

[Ryan Robins]

The nibble to his ear sent a wave of shocks down his spine and he had to fight to hold back a groan. Not fair. Best friends weren't supposed to know your turn-ons and use them against you. Ryan closed his eyes for a moment, catching his breath and running his tongue down his bottom lip. "I could draw you right now if you want..." Though he had taken his medication, and would most likely get frustrated with his inability to paint what he saw. "Though if you want me to do you that badly-" Oh he loved joking around, the casual sexual remarks "I'll want you to be naked."

[Grant Carson]

Some of them just knew them right off the bat. Especially if they'd been with several people already, they just had a feeling that certain spots worked on a certain person. “Now that'd be fun.” He chuckled lightly and listened to him. “Oh? Well I'll meet your terms then.” He was teasing but he figured he'd take it a step farther. He pulled off his shirt, and his undershirt and placed them on a desk, standing there in front of him, arms spread and hands heading to his belt. “More naked then this?”

[Ryan Robins]

Ryan took away the picture of Jesse, folding it carelessly as he looked at Grant, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth to think for a moment, judging him, not as a friend but as an artist. "Just a little more." He slipped closer, fingers teasing down his chest for a moment before they slipped to his belt. He wanted to undress him, couldn't help it. Besides, Grant was just his friend. He'd seen him naked before. A little more naked at least, though boxers had always been in the way.

[Grant Carson]

His eyes lit up a little bit and he caught his breath at the hands on him. When he took hold of his belt he just grinned and let him take it off. “More I suppose?” He took Ryan’s hand in his own and slid it to his button, popping it open, then having him pull down his zipper. This was going to be fun. His jeans were open, hanging just a little on him.