A moment of escape.

Who: Kavin and Nate
When: After third period and on
Where: MSHS locker room and Kavin's house

Kavin wasn't in a good mood by the end of third period. His talk with Charlotte had him with added stress on top of the usual feelings of guilt and confusion and just plain 'tired of this shit' feelings. The locker room was slowly clearing out and eventually it was just him and Nate. Nate stuffing his gym clothes back into his locker. Well, he'd gotten an open invitation and he'd just sat there and watched the boy change moments before, inconspicuously of course, so he wanted to kiss him. And the room was empty...

Fuck it. he thought to himself as he headed over towards Nate, tossing his backpack over his shoulder and grabbing Nate by the collar of his shirt and shoving him up against his own locker. For a moment, if someone had walked in, it almost looked as if he was going to hit the boy or something, but a quick look around the room and he leaned in and pressed a kiss against the boys lips. Hard and forceful and quick. "We're skipping." he said, not really giving Nate much of a decision in the whole thing as he released his friend's shirt.

"We're skipping," Nate echoed with a bewildered look on his face. Open invitation hadn't at all included school in his mind so Kavin might as well have punched him in the face - he'd have been no less surprised. He blinked up at Kavin, puzzled and slowly going from shocked to amused. "What exactly brought this on?"

"The conversation I had with Charlotte during class." he told him. "Come on." he said with a nudge of his head in the direction of the exit. "Let's get out of here, please?" Getting out was all that was really on his mind. Once out, then he'd decide what they would do, but right now, escape was highest priority.

"Out of here it is," Nate agreed, curious now as to what that conversation with Charlotte was all about. They had long since broken up so a serious conversation seemed somewhat out of place, wrong time or something. "You gonna tell me what's up?" He asked, sneaking a small kiss on Kavin's lips to make that whole thing a little less one sided.

Kavin nodded and lead Nate out of the building, careful about the path he chose. Detention would have sucked to be added onto everything else. Luckily they got out to the parking lot without any trouble. "Wanna both ride in my car, I can bring you back here after school to get Dylan or whatever, you drive him right?" For some reason Kavin couldn't even seem to make his brain function and he couldn't remember if Nate was the chauffeur for Dylan or not.

"We skipping the rest of the day?" Nate asked, gesturing to Kavin's car and heading over that way. "Just get me back here before English or Dylan will be all whiny about me not showing up." He hugged his coat close, it was fucking cold out, endlessly cold out even if the snow wasn't falling anymore. "On second thought, he'll live," he added when he considered it. Did he really want to deal with Dylan right now? Not really.

Kavin nodded as he climbed into the car and once Nate was buckled in, headed off towards his house. Not like there was a vast amount of places the two could really go in the middle of the freezing cold during school hours. A quick stop off at the gas station for some cigarettes, and they got to his house. Immediately he lit up a cigarette, even before locking his door once they entered. Unusual for Kavin to do anything before locking his door. "So, if I don't 'leave Gabe alone' Charlotte plans to out me and my dad." he told Nate as he sank down on the couch.

Nate stopped and turned to look at him, arching his brows. "Wait, what?" Charlie. Gabe. Threats. That just seemed like something way out there, Charlie making threats. "Leave him alone? What the fuck am I missing here?"

He sighed and took a long hit from his cigarette, leaning forward and flicking the ash in the ashtray. "He's still pissed at me for being a dick to him. Which I get or whatever, but she didn't need to threaten me. Or my dad. That was fucked up and I told her so. And she says that she's taking care of him and that he'll have a cage and that I don't have to worry about it. I told her to make sure he kept his mouth shut and she told me that I needed to make sure that I kept my mouth shut and that my friends did too. So, Nate, keep your mouth shut." he said with a roll of his eyes. "I'm not hunting anymore either. Just FYI. Fuck that. More trouble than it's worth. I'll slave at fucking McDonald's before I let this shit tear me apart."

"Okay but fucking hell, threatening you? And when the hell did Charlotte get involved?" Nate asked, lighting a cigarette as well and leaning against the wall nearest to Kavin. "Why the fuck would she threaten you?"

"Because she's friends with Gabe and I'm an asshole." he shrugged. "Who the fuck cares? Not me. And now I don't have to build a cage and you don't either and ya know, that's great. Perfect actually. Now I can just go to a damn concert and get the fuck out of this shithole town for a while. And you're coming too. Just in case you missed that memo." Kavin said, sucking in another hit and flicking the ash away.

Nate couldn't help but laugh at that. "Was he that much of a jerk before he got bit or is it just a side effect of stress and werewolf plagueness?" He hadn't been a jerk to Nate so it was kind of hard to process what was going on with him now.

Kavin shrugged. "I don't know. I really was trying to help and I feel like all I did was make shit worse." he sighed, leaning back against the cushions on the couch and brushing a hand through his hair. "Every single time I try to do something good I fuck it up. Always. I'm just a fuck up." he muttered, mostly under his breath. He was really starting to feel pretty shitty about everything. "I'm just fucking stupid... arguing with a god damn werewolf. Fucking idiot."

"Bullshit," Nate told him, sitting down next to him. "You gonna let this shit make you stop hunting? You're not a fuckup, Kav. Don't let some stupid ass shit like threats and ....just bullshit..." Okay, it was probably a good idea to check his vocabulary before trying to give someone a peptalk.

"I don't know what the fuck I want to do. I just... hunting. What good is it doing me? Seriously? Gabe can't trust me, he thinks I'm going to fucking murder him or something. I have to lie to everyone. The people I thought I could trust with the secret threaten me with blabbing it. Do you understand what it would mean if Charlotte let it out? If Gabe did? If you did?" he asked. "I have a better chance of living through a plane exploding and then crashing into the Atlantic, the survivors being rescued by chopper and the helicopter crashing than living through a game of 'out the hunter'."

"You don't fucking quit hunting," Nate told him. "You quit hunting, lose your contacts, lose your touch, something tracks you down and you're dead. Like Dylan's mom. You can't fucking quit hunting. Hunting don't quit you."

"It doesn't matter." Kavin told him, far past the point of reason at the moment. He leaned forward long enough to stub out his cigarette, not even halfway through the stick. "I'm sure me being dead wouldn't get a whole lot of heartbreak." he muttered. He knew it'd probably kill his mother, but the day had gone downhill fast and he couldn't seem to see the light at the tunnel anymore.

"Fuck you," Nate muttered, shuffling over to him and kissing him to drive the point home. Kissing him hard at that and hey, Kavin had started with that. "You're not fucking quitting," he whispered. "You're not letting some psychotic assholes bring you down like that."

"I t-told her I was quitting. Told her to tell Gabe I was quitting..." he whispered back, eyes meeting Nate's. He was surprised by the kiss, but it didn't mean he didn't want it. Didn't mean he didn't want him to do it again.

"Yeah? So fucking what?" Nate asked, though it was more a statement. "What's it to them? She wants you to leave Gabe alone? He doesn't want your help? Then fuck them, let them deal with this shit by themselves, it's fucking stupid but sure, let them. Keep tabs on him a month from now, make sure he doesn't fuck up but as for keeping him safe? Not your responsibility if he won't fucking let you near him and this is what he resorts to for it. Fuck that shit. If they don't want you around them, it's no fucking business of theirs what you do."

Kavin listened as the boy had his say in the situation. And why did it matter so much what Gabe or Charlotte thought. They could think he'd quit. Think he didn't hunt if they wanted. They didn't have to know what he was doing unless he let them know. But if Gabe wanted to be left alone, he wouldn't be doing any talking anyway. "You know you said fuck or fucking like seven times in that?" he asked, a little smile moving across his face.

"Fuck that," Nate muttered but then he grinned. "You gonna stop being all emo on me?" He sneaked a kiss in there after the question before leaning back again, resting his arm on the back of the couch - still facing Kavin.

"Maybe..." he said softly. "I'm still pissed, but... I think that if you keep doing that whole kissing thing I can hold off on the emoing." Kavin said.

Nate laughed quietly. "That so? Powerful emo-preventitive? Cool." He shifted forward again, in a more comfortable position this time as he pulled Kavin closer.

He smiled when Nate pulled him closer. "So admit it." he murmured, lips closing the gap between them for a soft little kiss. Then words were whispered out against those lips. "That kiss in the locker room was pretty hot right?"

"Yeah," Nate admitted. "Once I knew what hit me." He leaned in and kissed Kavin again, cupping his face with one hand. "So, you want to take a roadtrip anyway, huh?"

"Mhm." he said with a little nod. "Still up for it?" he asked a devious little grin reaching his eyes. God you're such an asshole. Fucking with him, fucking with Jeri. Fucking with him again. he thought to himself, but despite the mass quantities of guilt riddling him at that moment, he couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself. Slowly he slid them to Nate's sides, resting them just beneath the hem of his shirt.

"So this is what we're skipping for?" Nate muttered with a small smirk, letting his hand brush down to Kavin's neck as he meshed their lips together again, slowly deepening the kiss. "I could definitely get out of town for at least a day," he said as he broke the kiss again, then blinked and looked to the side with a puzzled expression.

Kavin raised a brow at him. "What's that look for?" he asked the boy, confused himself.

"Thought I saw something," Nate said and shook his head. Someone his mind told him but it had been a trick of the light he guessed. "You don't have a ghost or anything do you?" He asked a bit teasingly and really didn't mean it. He knew by now that if there was a ghost there, he'd be seeing it.

"No ghosts, you freak." he chuckled. "I think maybe I shouldn't kiss you anymore. You start acting weird." he teased, not meaning it at all because no sooner did the words escape his lips did he press them against Nate's again.

Nate made a small amused sound into the kiss but then the ghost was forgotten and he was focused on Kavin again, pulling him closer and idly tugging his shirt up. "Think you like me acting weird," he whispered.

"Sometimes." he murmured. His eyes were on Nate's, but man did they wanna drop to his fingers at the bottom of his shirt. "I think you like seeing me shirtless." he whispered.

"I think you're right," Nate agreed before frowning softly and looking up again. "I fucking swear there's... something weird going on with the light or something." Distracting weird flickers of light he kept catching out of the corner of his eye.

Kavin glanced around, brow furrowed. He followed Nate's gaze. "I don't see anything." he told him, shaking his head. And he hadn't. Far too focused on the fact that his shirt was being toyed with. "What are you seeing?" he asked.

"Just..." Nate started, furrowing his brows. "Must be a car passing or something, catching the light. Fuck knows. You want to take this somewhere else?"

"Like where?" Kavin asked with a raised brow and the slight quirking upwards of one side of his mouth, his dimple-that-wasn't-a-dimple showing a bit more prominently.

Bedroom, guestroom were the first thoughts that popped into Nate's head but both places involved a bed and that might be a little too heavy. "I don't know," he said with a shrug. "That flicker's just kinda getting to me."

Kavin nodded and got up from the couch, pulling Nate up as well and leading him down the hall. Bedroom... Guestroom? Bathroom? Wtf? He stood there in the hallway for a second trying to decide. Then he glanced at Nate, fingers tightened around the other boy's hand and he pushed his bedroom door open. The light was off and he didn't bother flicking it on as he shut the door behind him. You've got him in your bedroom. And you so fucked Jeri in here last night. God you're a dick. "No lights..." he whispered as he leaned back against the door.

Nate stepped inside, looking around the dim room as if he'd never seen it before and then he turned to face Kavin. He suddenly couldn't help but hope Kavin didn't think he'd made up the light crap just to get into the bedroom, that was pretty far from his mind and now that he was there - he felt self conscious again. "No lights," he agreed and wondered if Kavin just meant there'd be no tricks of lights or if he meant he didn't want to turn them on.

He smiled a little in the darkness and let his eyes adjust to the lack of light, focusing on Nate's face. "So... you're just going to stand over there?" he asked.

"Yeah, for now," Nate said with a little nod before grinning and closing the distance between them. It felt a bit like his heart was in his throat, or his stomach, or something where it shouldn't be anyway. "Bedroom, huh?" He said quietly, resting his hand on the door by Kavin's head.

"Uh huh." he nodded. "It's this room where I keep my bed. Pretty sure they call it a bedroom." he smiled. Then it occurred to him that maybe he'd forced Nate into a spot that he wasn't comfortable in. He could have just closed the windows in the living room. Or shut off the light or... something. "Listen I... We don't have to..." he said, fumbling for the right words to say and coming up short.

"I know," Nate said softly, kissing him again. "We don't have to, could just... I don't know. Something else."

"Something else." he nodded, once more letting his lips press to Nate's. He moved away from the door, reaching back to lock it because, well just because that was Kavin. Locking doors no matter where he was usually. He didn't break the kiss just yet, letting his fingertips roam down to Nate's waistline. "What kinda something else?" he asked. Not really leading him towards anything, just curious. He'd be perfectly fine just talking. And kissing. Kissing was good.

"I don't know," Nate murmured, ducking his head to kiss Kavin's neck. "Feel like I should turn in my teenage guy card because I just... I'm not fucking horny. At all. Crap day and I just want to sleep or get stoned off my ass and then sleep or..." He pulled back again and just because he wasn't horny didn't mean he didn't want to touch Kavin skin on skin. So he did.

Kavin let out a little sound at the feel of lips against his neck. "I'm not either." he murmured in response. "Shitty day too. Doesn't... mean that I don't... like... so totally still wanna kiss you." he breathed.

"So... bed," Nate said and smiled a bit awkwardly. "Reserved for girls? And if you call me a girl I'll feed you my fist, for real."

He smiled and shook his head. For once in his life he was insanely glad that his mother was a neat freak and had made him change his sheets a lot and make his bed. He'd done it that morning. Always did it after doing things like he had the previous night. So at least the sheets were clean and didn't smell of sex like they had last night. "Not just for girls. Well maybe. Maybe girls and Nate." he smiled.

"The anomaly," Nate said with a small grin and stepped back from Kavin, strolling on over to the bed. It looked so inviting, comfortable and big - the thick pillows practically singing siren songs in his direction. "So much space," he sighed wistfully, sitting down and then indulging himself by lying down. "You coming?"

Kavin bit his bottom lip and toed his shoes off, then after a moment's thought pulled his shirt up and over his head and tossed it to the dresser. "Remind me to pick up the same one I was wearing this morning." he told the boy as he climbed onto the bed with him. He rested his head against the pillow, facing towards Nate.

"You going back to school?" Nate asked, rolling onto his side to face Kavin and hugging a pillow to his head. "Nothing wrong with a clean T-shirt for after school activities." He shifted subtly, getting closer to Kavin. It was nice, just lying there in the dark, quietly talking.

"Maybe." he shrugged. "Haven't decided yet." And he hadn't. He supposed it depended on how he felt around the time he'd have to go back. "Maybe I'll feel better if I sleep or something. I dunno. Just so much shit." he said, letting out a little sigh.

"So much of it," Nate agreed, draping his arm over Kavin's side and pulling him closer. There really was, Gabe and Dylan and Frank and werewolves and people dying and hunters... Stupid dreams where he got reminded of mom all over again. "If I sleep, I might walk again," he said quietly. "So don't have a nightmare, in case I can't stop it."

He willingly moved closer to the other boy. An arm draping itself around his middle and his hand resting against Nate's back. "No promises. Stay real close and maybe you'll kick me awake." he whispered. "Or maybe I'll just dream about something stupid. Or nothing at all and you'll get lucky."

Nate closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Kavin's hand where it was. "I'll try to focus, haven't tried that in a while. Just smoke myself stupid or drink too much. Should probably try to just... focus sometimes." Maybe he wouldn't dreamwalk twice in one day, there was hoping.

"Focus." Kavin agreed with a sleepy tone. He hadn't realized just how tired he was until he'd hit that bed. And Nate was warm and there. It was almost comforting. No, it was comforting. He shifted a little, dipping his head enough to tuck it beneath Nate's, cheek to cheek, nose and lips against his shoulder. He smelled good. He found himself wanting to hold on to the other boy. Not let go of him. Part of him wanting to tell Nate exactly what he was thinking, the other part being terrified to let him in any further. "Nate?" he said after a long moment of silence.

Nate was content lying there, letting the drowsiness wash over him like a thick, warm blanket. He didn't open his eyes when Kavin spoke, his eyelids already heavy and his senses slowly tuning out the world around him. "Mmhmm?" He murmured at the sound of his name, speaking took too much effort.

Kavin closed his eyes, just in case Nate would open his after the question that had built inside of him. He took a little breath and slowly let his fingers trace tiny little shapes against Nate's back. "Would you think that I was a freak if I told you that I wish I could just keep holding onto you?" he whispered.

"Depends," Nate said sleepily. "Just tonight is, no. But if you're going to be a teddybear then yeah." Something was wrong with the sentence there and he could feel it but it was hard to focus his thoughts with sleep so close. "Like a kid with a teddy, I don't know."

He smiled a little against Nate's neck and shook his head just slightly. "Mm... no. Not like a kid with a teddybear." he murmured against the boy's skin. Lips parted slightly and he lightly bit his neck and then kissed the spot where his teeth had just been.

Nate grinned and tilted his head, idly stroking Kavin's back. "No teddy bears." He murmured, words drawled as he was drifting off.

"Mhm." he replied back in the same drifting tone. "No teddy...bears..." he whispered back, snuggling in closer to the guy. He was out a moment or two later, thoughts of his first accidental cuddle with Nate running through his mind.