#jasonf

Jason laid down over the towel under the hard hitting sun, the patches of skin that were not covered by the other's presence glistening with the clear sign of sunscreen protecting the surface. Noticing the the other had falling asleep completely against him, he carefully motioned them. From being feeling the drool against his chest, to letting their air pipe properly lift up. It had to be done with care, because the thick large cock of the bear of a man that was the half demon rested within the other's cavity, and neither did he want to harm himself, nor the other. Thus he lifted their chest up and like a doll, began to turn him around using his power s to not twist anything within or around for that matter, until hair was felt against his neck, and he could rock once or twice comfortably within him.

Hands reached out for the bottle of sunscreen and began to spread it over neck, cheeks, chest and waist, covering the rest of the legs with his own in an embrace, taking a soft care to properly cover the other's sex with it, giving no fucks about the publicness of their display as he stroke the other's cock as a biproduct of protecting him.

Wes was getting ready, licking his lips as he put on his new favorite club pants, black vinyl with a zipper that when to the top  of his pants on both front and back, with the zipper going down in a straight line from his privates, never diverting onto his legs. He didn't know how much of an effort the other two would put into it but he wasn't going to let that dictate how much fun he had dressing up for the thing. After all, it was kind of the scene down at that club and he didn't get to go everyday, not even every week, it was very much a special occasion thing.

After he had his pants on, he fastened his midnight blue collar around his throat, making sure it only had a little bit of give, then took of  his usual brown leather cuff in place of his two collar-matching blue leather cuffs. It was chilly out tonight so he thought he could probably get away a jacket this time, going to his closet to pull out the black leather that was snug on his shoulders and across the back, then went over to a mirror to smudge trace amounts of black liner around his eyes, mussing his short curls.

Leaving his apartment, he hopped in his car and started to drive over to Jason's. He'd been at home most of the day and Jason was drinking and being mopey even though he had Aiden over there with him. He even rejected Stefan's idea for a walk with Spark, and had generally ignored any of his attempts to cheer him up, so he decided to go for another route. Making being a miserable git not as fun looking as the shower sex he was rejecting. So, he would help Aiden in that line by going over and flaunting how fun and sexual they both were and how much more fun it is to be that way.

While waiting for Jason to figure out how to send him a message with his address, Stefan got up to to and change his clothes. At first a simple white button up, then he thought how awkward it'd be if happened to get blood on it for whatever reason, and he'd possibly be seen with a bloody shirt. So instead he picked black and loosely tucked the shirt into a pair of dark blue jeans. Rolling up the sleeves, he then checked to make sure his hair was perfect as ever, because it was probably the one thing he cared about keeping in check, as the rest of him, in his opinion, was pretty perfect and without needing much daily care besides a shower, of course.