#raydnarvaezjr

Gavin’s gaze was soft as it drifted over to Ray, fingers restless as he fought the feeling to grab onto Ray and simply hold him. “Definitely - especially since I wasn’t..what I was born as which meant I thought I had..to be a boy.” He shook his head, a quiet laugh falling from his lips, though there was no humor in it. “Figuring out I didn’t have to be in anyone’s boxes.”

A smirk formed on Geoff’s face, leaning closer to Ray. “You sure have a way of saying you want me, pretty boy.”

--shaking hands hovered over the bloodied arm, soft whimpers escaping jon’s lips. he had fucked up, he let himself get out of control and he had attacked ray. he was panting, wheezing slightly as he tried to speak. he didn’t know if the scratch would make the boy turn - god, he hoped not - but he would be by ray’s side for as long as it took.

     It isn’t terribly comfortable or luxurious, but it’s what the boys managed to patch together as their home: a stolen van in a hideous forest green, a clean mattress picked up street-side, cheap blankets and pillows swiped from unlocked apartments and dollar stores. With the addition of it being mobile and rent-free, he can’t complain. It gets sweltering in summer and freezing in winter, but on this fall evening on the east coast the chilled air feels like a blessing as it kisses Michael’s hot, freshly-bruised cheek. 

     Parked in a wooded area outside the city, he’s got the back doors cracked and lets his legs hang out into the air. The remains of their campfire make the air smell crisp and like burnt wood. Homey. Crickets sing, leaves rustle, and far off, the highway whistles with cars. His socks lay on the makeshift bed next to him in a crumpled lump, arms laying comfortably on his belly, eyes closed as the wheezing, struggling hum of their mini-fridge urges him to get a nap in.