Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Jason clears some boxes before straightening. "Okay. We're good to go." He says cheerfully.

Met hastily looked back at Jasper, just to immediately melt again. “Ye-yeah… let’s go…”

Jason smiles, nervously kissing his cheek before walking swiftly away and towards the parking lot.

Met’s breath caught again and he reached up to touch the spot of which Jason pecked. He stumbled after him, his shoulder running into the doorframe. That distant tickle of pain didn’t bother him, however, as he stumbled after Jason.

Jason smiles as he walks to his car, holding the door open for Met.

Met smiled at Jason and he plopped down into the car with a faint, “Wow…”

(come backkk ;u;)

(bleeeeuuuuuu whyyyyyy you leaving meeeeee)

Jason nods and smiles, "Tada! It's not much, but she's strong." He starts the car and pulls out, turning on the radio as he does so, humming with the music.

Met grinned at Jason, glad he didn’t catch the real reason why he said what he said. He strung his hands up together and looked out the window, smiling, tapping his bare foot to the tune.

Jason smiles and pulls into a cafe. "Here we are." He says kindly.

Met nodded and slipped out of the car, unbuckling last, for he forgot and was jerked down into the seat. Thankfully Jason was distracted with a bug and didn’t notice, yet a young teenage girl skulking by did then burst into rambunctious giggles.

Jason exits the car, humming softly as he let's Met out, "Sorry. Sometimes the door locks and it has to be opened from the outside." He explains.

Met hummed gently. “Odd, only older cars do that.” He uncurled himself from the car, stretching out.

He nods, "She's a trusty 63' that I plan to fix up." He says happily. "She's rare, this one."

Met smiled. “She’s in great shape. Got a few good years left on her yet.”

"No kidding. Shall we eat then?" He asks curiously.

Met nodded, looking up at him and melting again. “L-let’s…”

Shit he's cute… He nods and holds out his hand towards the other.

does he want me to take it?

i think he wants me to take it. As one could tell by the lowercases, his thoughts fell silent and thoughtful.

Met wandered over and hesitantly took his hand.

Jason gently squeezes his hand before helping Met out of the car. "Alrighty. Food it is."

Met nodded and didn’t take his hand back. He liked how strong the other’s hands were… he also liked how they fit into his own and the way their skin touched…

Met didn’t stop his thoughts from wondering as Jason led him in to the cafe.

Jason opens the door for him and smiles warmly. "After you."

Met smiled back and walked into the cafe. He missed the feel of the other’s hand in his already.

Jason walks to a seat near a window and smiles warmly, "Come sit."

Met nodded and sat. He gazed around distractedly, liking the feel of Jason’s gaze on him.

This… is moving fast, I think… what will he do next?

Jason smiles warmly at Met. "So what do you like to do in your freetime?" He asks cheerfully.

Met swiveled his gaze to Jason, unsteadily meeting his eyes. “I-uhhhh, read. That’s all I really do…” He smiled back hazily, taking in his features.

Then that differnet voice shouted in his brain, God if he were to bend us over the table you wouldn’t stop him, would you?”
Met turned a faint red. *N-no I guess I wouldn’t…

"Really?! I love reading. The classics are my favorite, but I enjoy a lot of action and horror." He says happily, perking.

Met blinked, trying to pull himself together. It… didn’t work. “Really?Wh-which ones are your favorite?” He glanced around, spying a giant ‘D’ on a board with a jump in his chest.

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