Jax's Third Person
Jax couldn't believe just how much his best friend was packing.
I know I've seen it before but it's still amazing.
Any guy or girl would be happy just to sit on that, Jax thought.
After a while, Hell walks into the living room with a fresh gray jumper and blue jeans.
"Alright Hell, we're going out!" Jax declares.
"Going out??"
"Yup! You're too shy for your own good. So we are going to head to The Hideout and get you laid!"
"But... I don't want to get laid." Hell slightly frowns. The only person he wanted to shag was Jax..
Jax chuckles. "Cmon buddy! We're gonna find you a nice guy or gal. You're too introverted, and I want to see you live happily ever after."
Grabbing Hell by the hand, Jax quickly drags him to the door, barely giving him enough time to grab his car keys. They both head down to Hell's porcelain white mustang, get in, and drive down to The Hideout.
The Hideout was their friend Gabriel's club at the center of the city. Gays, straights, bi's, queers, and so many more gather there every night of the week. It was filled with people from every walks of life, perfect for Hell to meet his person.
Pulling into the valet, they could already feel and hear the music blasting inside. Jax couldn't wait to get his hands on some cuties and drink till he dropped. Hell on the other hand didn't look to excited. Jax takes his hand and looks Hell in the eyes.
He was shaking.
"Hey.." Jax says softly. "I won't force you to shag someone, but promise you'll at least try to connect with someone?"
Hell stared right back, and the anxiety in his eyes subsided just a bit, and he visibily relaxed.
"Okay J, I'll try." He offers a soft smile.
Jax smiles back. "Great! Okay ladykiller, let's go inside. Reet reet!"
Hell chuckles. "Reet reet."
Stepping out of the car, they walk up to the entrance and straight through the door. Angry line goers curse but hey, the perks of being friends of the owner.
Immediately Gabriel runs over and greets them.
"Helliana and Jaxiana!! Great to see you two!"
Gabe engulfs them both in a loving hug. Gabriel was a big chocolate bear full of love and kindness, despite his rough upbringing. Jax and Hell often wondered how he could be so cheery all the time.
"Hey Gabriel~ Long time no see!" Jax exclaims.
"Hey Gabeyy." Hell also greets.
Gabe gives them both quick pecks on the cheek.
"Please come in, have a drink, dance till you drop. Unfortunately I'm busy in the back tonight so I can't join you."
"No worries big guy, don't overwork yourself." Hell says and smiles.
"No promises." Gabriel chuckles. "Have a good time guys."
Gabriel struts off to his office.
Jax slaps hell on the back. "Okay, I'm going to get drunk off my ass. Try making conversation with the cutie-"
He points to a short girl with brown, curly hair.
"-over there. Let loose and have fun!"
"Sure J, I'll try." Hell gives a shaky smile.
God save him.
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Hell's Third Person
Hell was not having a good time.
Going Bad by Meek Mill and Drake was blasting throughout the club, giving him a headache. He had tried talking to the brunette like Jax had said, but she was quite boring and her perfume smelled like air freshener.
Now he was cautiously watching his best friend as he had shot after shot, staying true to his word of getting wasted.
Where did he put it all??
Not only did his head hurt from the music and the thought of having to take care of Jax after this, but his heart also hurt.
Hell couldn't stand to see Jax grinding against and making out with every girl he came across.
And he was at his limit.
The longer he was there, the more anxious he got. He was close to having to use his inhaler. He walks up to Jax who was dancing in the crowd, and tugs on his arm.
"Hey Jax, it's time to go. It's getting late and you can barely walk."
Jax pouts. "Awwww okay. Did you-" burp "-shag that girl yet??"
Hell sighs. "No J, I didn't. I'm not into that."
Jax smirks and gets into Hell's personal space. "Then what are you into?? Men?"
Well yes, but specifically you idiot.
Hell rolls his eyes. "C'mon crackhead, let's get you home before you-"
Jax grabs Hell's shirt and pulls him close, leaning into his face.
"You didn't answer my question..." Jax gives Hell a heated stare and leans close to his ear.
"Are. You. Into. Men?"
Hell shivers.
Oh shit. This is bad.
Hell stutters. "Uh, I'm not-I don't-"
Jax hums. "Not sure? Maybe I can help you with that."
Before Hell even had time to react, Jax tugs him by the shirt just enough to make their lips meet in a searing kiss.
Fuck.
