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Jason was tired and really wanted to rest.. and didn't really want to be all alone in his apartment. Taking another drag he looked Cain.
"Fine.. But if I wake you up with my snoring.. you were the one that invited me", he said quietly, his green eyes having those soft edge to them now. |
Cain chuckled softly. "Understood. You finish your cigarette first."
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He nodded. Few more drags and he finished. Standing up he looked for the trush bin. When he saw one he threw there the cigarette end. Walking to the bike he asked himself if he was doing the right.. but on the other hand.. That or being alone in home.. that was definitely better.
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Cain stood as well and walked towards the bike, straddling it while Jason went to throw away his cigarette bud. He handed him the helmet when Jason made his way to the bike and waited for him to get on behind him.
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He smiled, taking the helmet. Putting it on his head he gulped, remembering just how close they would sit. Biting his lower lip he sat behind Cain, putting his hands on his hips. Surprisingly.. being without any shirt he was still warmer than Jason's hands.
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Cain revved up his motorcycle before kicking off the brake and he drove it away from the cliff and back down the road by the river and into the town where he drove to his apartment. He slowed it down and drove it into the garage and slowed it to an easy stop, then kicked the brake down and turned the bike off. "I hope you don't mind the mess. You can use my shower if you want."
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Not really wanting to speak as they rode to Cain's apartment once they were on the place he looked around garage.
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"Pretty much cleaner than the house itself." Cain chuckled as he got off the bike and he waked towards the door to unlock it.
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Jason followed his boss, curious already how it would all look inside. Waiting for him to open the doors he took a few quick guesses.
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Cain opened the door and walked inside, the door leading into the kitchen which was painted white with black and white tiled floor, a fridge made of silver with a matching stove and black countertops made of granite. He walked through the kitchen and into the hall leading into the living room where he'd left his drawing supplies scattered about along with a pair of his sweat pants and a shirt, his glasses sitting on the table ontop of a scrapbook.
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