Jasaiah wasn't sure he was the right person to help Drake. Perhaps he wasn't. Perhaps he was the worse person possible to get Drake to where he wanted to be in life, but they were here. With each other, and Jasaiah couldn't deny how he felt for him. He wouldn't hide it, either. So when Drake returned the kiss with such desperation, Jas melted into the embrace, pinning the slightly smaller man against the railing of the apartment complex. He growled with hunger and possession and he could feel his erection grow with the desire for him. He ground it against Drake's hips.<br/><br/>However, such things were cut a bit short. "This is really hot and all, but you two really ought to get some privacy," a dainty female voice chimed in close by. Jasaiah pulled back, startled, and she winked at them before she disappeared into her own apartment which wasn't far from Ryan's. Jasaiah's face flushed, embarrassed, and he slid out of Drake's embrace. Awkward, he looked out at the parking lot. "Where do you want to go now?" he inquired quietly, looking back over to him. It was hard not to make out with him again. He felt like a horny teenager, and it embarrassed him further.