(9:43:42 PM) showmejazzhands: Chess wasn't the only one that could stand his ground and Kayden's eyes stared down the older male the moment he was in front of him, that hurt and angry feeling that was alive and writhing inside of him evident within his gaze despite how hard he tried to fight it back, swallow it down and make it invisible, eyebrow cocked in the musician's direction as he listened to him rattle on, looking completely unemotionally affected by those words where another might start to feel bad or even move forward in an attempt to console the other, instead, Kaydence threw his head back and laughed before his chin lowered again and his hand came up, fingers taking a fistful of the older male's hair using it to tug him that little bit closer. "Oh and rather than mentioning this beforehand you decide to make me think that after getting squeaky clean and sober you don't want me anymore. Thanks for that, honey, really." He drawled out, eyes and tone almost cruel as he stared directly at Chess but he wasn't done yet. "You're an idiot you know that, complete and utter fucktard one-oh-one, you should right a motherfucking book on it. I've seen those videos of you up there on stage, alcohol fuelled sure, but personality, what you do up there, I'm oh so sorry to disappoint you, precious, but you're still the same pain in my ass, won't go away, motherfucker that I want to strangle, it's gonna take more than a sudden lack of tequila shots to change that." Releasing his grip on his hair, Kaydence turned back around and watched the last of the setting sun. "And we have fucked when you hadn't had a drink, your hands were shaking and everything, it's the one you don't remember."
(10:17:13 PM) PittSoDeep: Chess's face started to turn pink then red the longer Kay held him by the hair like that. He knew Kay would laugh at him. That was half the reason he was so silent about it. This was the one thing he felt self-conscious enough about to not just blurt out like every other thing that just spewed from his mouth. His neck was cocked to the side and breathing was getting off and erratic at the strain, but everything, not one single word that came from Kay's mouth wasn't beautiful to him. This was the perfect example of why Chess Scott may have very well been the only person on earth that could possibly be made Kay Wilde if there really was a such thing as the concept of 'meant to be' because every cruel word was laced in a positive and that's what Chess had the ability to cut through. He was name called, but it was to convince his own low self-esteem to raise. Kay should never quit his day job and end up a motivational speaker but that's how Chester heard it. He honest to God heard love laced in each syllable and even the patronizing tone. Kay told him he was good at his profession he was doubting. He told him he could do it with or without the liquid courage. And more than that, he told him that he'd had sex before without it and it must have been decent because Kay wasn't complaining and it was the very time that he knew Kay was hurt over before. All that old hurt shot back in Chess's heart right then. It was exactly that hurt that motivated him to try and sober up in the first place, not only for his own memories, but for Kay's. He wanted Kay to know he was present for him all the time. The guilt over that killed him and he was being jabbed with it again. "That's right. And I'm not going anywhere so get fucking used it and quit your bitching about it." He spat back, but it was when Kay had told him about the one that he couldn't remember that the fire wavored in his face and more pain shot through his expression. Finally, Chess shoved back. He put his hands on Kay's chest and hooked leg by knocking at the back of his knee forcing them both to fall in the sand, Chess stumbling on top and whether Kay managed to keep that grip on his hair for the fall or not he would look down in his face and just declared it. "We're doing. Now."