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the past can be the future
Title: The Past Can Be The Future
Pairing: James Hart/Mick Morris, Alex Varkatzas/Matt Sanders, implied others
Rating: PG(13?)
Summary: Whatever you do today will effect what you do tomorrow
Notes: Written for slashfightclub with the prompt reflection (the other was ink but it's unused here).
Word Count: 1, 517
James spared a suspicious look over at Mick who was sitting much too quietly for him to feel at ease - especially with the way the two had been going at it lately. Everything was a fight, a disagreement, a fight. There was always a comment, a snort, and more fighting. And everyone was saying it was time they stepped trying to renew what was too far broken to fix but neither man wanted to let go, they wanted to hold on with the inch of their fingers and pretend it was ok if just for a little while.
“Come look.” James snapped out of his suspicious look giving to see that Mick had noticed him and was …leaning over a photo album? It was then that he realized the man was surrounded by photo albums and journals, shoe boxes fill with folded up pieces of paper and...
“You’ve been talking to Alex.”
Matt had told him how he and Alex had started talking about things in the past and what had gotten them that far, a real nice wake up call to how much they loved each other. How much they cared and how they couldn’t get enough. Only naturally Mick would find out, he found out everything. (James told him everything.)
“Yeah, he called earlier.” But other than that, Mick didn’t seem interested in sharing more details. It just sunk deep into James’s stomach because at one time Mick would have jumped at chance to tell him the whole entire conversation, bit by bit, every last fucking detail and now he couldn’t be bothered. “Come look at this.”
Mick waved something in the air waiting for James to come over so he could see it, he even moved over on the couch so he wasn’t sitting dead center and taking up all the room.
“What is it?”
“Us.” James hadn’t seen that grin on Mick’s face over something about them in ages. Usually he was so focused on rubbing himself wrong all over James; put him into a nice fit so he would have a reason to yell at him. But it was that smile that got James moving and looking down at the picture of the two of them. “I remember this; it was the homecoming dance that Val insisted we had to go to.”
The younger, by a year and they never would let the other forget it, slid onto the air of the couch so he could actually see without having to lean half across his …boyfriend. But he smiled, because it was hard not to smile when they saw that picture:
Michelle glared at the group around her, “maybe we should have come without them,” and looked at her sister that was standing there with a huge smile on her face.
“No, I’m glad they came because we’d be standing here alone and watching everyone have fun, leave earlier and head off to the park where they probably would be.” Val, twin no less, waved her hand at the guys where all over the place. From Alex who was leaning in with Matt and nursing something that was more than likely spiked to Brandon who was talking to Brandan directly in front of them and then to the side where James and Mick where whispering to each other with goofy looks on their faces. “Guys! I want a picture!” She demanded and turned around to look for someone who would take it for them.
It was Michelle who caught the victim, yanking some guy from her math class that had the displeasure of walking by them. “We’re going to pose for a picture and you need to take it so we can all be in it.” She plucked the camera from Val’s hands and handed it to him, who looked shocked at just having one of the two twins talk to him. Michelle flaunted, she couldn’t help it.
While she was talking to him, Val was shoving everyone together - Gena, Leana and Leana’s sister from away from Jimmy, Johnny, Jacoby and Jason. Jason’s twin brother and the two Welsh guys that had showed up out of nowhere, Brandan’s friends, Brandon’s friends, some guys that James was loose with, Joanna and a couple other girls that the DiBenedetto twins were friends with and then finally Brian and Zack where yanked out from the side of the bleachers where they had been - well nobody wanted to really think about what they had been doing so it was just left at that.
“Ready!” Val kneeled in the front, next to Johnny and Michelle went to kneel next to her. The kid, naturally, gave the 3-2-1 smile warning and everything happened at once. Val grabbed Michelle, Zacky moved, Alex laughed, Brian growled, Matt almost fell and Mick kissed James flat on the lips.
“We’ve been something since then.” After a few minutes, Mick opened his mouth. He had replied the scene over and over since finding the picture and had never once regretted his actions. The look on James’s face afterward had been priceless and Mick was pretty sure he needed to make up his will in five seconds flat but instead they held hands for the rest of the night, part taking in dancing and acting like a bunch of love struck teenage girls. “Think we’ll ever be like that again?”
James looked at the photo then at Mick and shrugged, “maybe.” Things were so much easier when they were younger, but then everything changed. They changed too and there was nothing either one could do about it. But everything they did resulted in something else.
“Remember when we tried to break up because I was moving again?” Mick handed off another picture and James took it.
Mick moving had been rough on them both. James was without Mick and Mick was without James. It was a shit combination, especially with the bright idea to break up so there would be less pressure; they were free to do as they pleased. Like, you know, spending three hours on the phone together five days of the week and the other two more than half the day.
It was Matt’s half brother that got them back together; the idea of taking a vacation was perfect and the fact that they were going to take it in Utah? Well, that was just convenient. Especially with Mick showing up an hour later.
When Mick made his appearance everyone seemed to have to do something: find a shower (in the woods?), go swimming, hunt down a deer for dinner, go food shopping, paint their nails, take a nap, etc. They had their own tent, one that was just -- them, sleeping bags and blankets, too many pillows and an air mattress.
“Can we try long distance? See if it works?” Naked, the two were completely wrapped up in each other. Sweaty and tired, it was the perfect conversation before taking a cat nap; both would say anything so the other would shut up. But when James gave his answer, it was thought out and something he knew he wouldn’t regret later on.
“Yeah.”
“We wouldn’t have gotten here without that.
“Never would have come back, joined the band.”
“It would have never gotten as far as it did.”
The two smiled at each other. “My mom once said something about, whatever you do today will effect what you do tomorrow. I get it now.” James cocked a brow, “we won’t wake up fighting tomorrow.”
“What about Monday?”
“That depends what we do tomorrow.”
“When did you get so smart?”
While they were talking, both had started moving pictures and journals to the coffee table so they could sit next to each other, leaning on each other; just being. “When I decided to clean out my closet and almost died when the box fell on my head.”
“You didn’t almost die; your head is too hard.” James made a fist and knocked on the other’s head lightly, teasing him. Mick moved, straddling the other to cup his face and kiss him. Unlike all those before, it wasn’t bittersweet; it held the same promise and fireworks as it had when they first kissed, then the second time, then the third, fourth, fifth and so on and so forth.
“You know what I love about you?”
“My nice ass?”
James gave him a look.
“The way I say all the right things in bed?”
James laughed, “no, I love that we don’t have a perfect relationship. It’s real, we’re real and it’s not like some fairytale. Sometimes I want to strangle you because you say the stupidest things, sometimes I just want to kiss you until you’re squirming around and trying to breathe. Sometimes, I want this, just laying here and talking about shit.”
“I wouldn’t want a fairytale relationship, it isn’t healthy.”
“Neither is what we have.”
“No, but we’ll be above ‘happily ever after’ because we’re not always sucking up to each other.”
“And your conclusion?”
“We’re us, James and Mick.” And he sealed it with a kiss.
Pairing: James Hart/Mick Morris, Alex Varkatzas/Matt Sanders, implied others
Rating: PG(13?)
Summary: Whatever you do today will effect what you do tomorrow
Notes: Written for slashfightclub with the prompt reflection (the other was ink but it's unused here).
Word Count: 1, 517
James spared a suspicious look over at Mick who was sitting much too quietly for him to feel at ease - especially with the way the two had been going at it lately. Everything was a fight, a disagreement, a fight. There was always a comment, a snort, and more fighting. And everyone was saying it was time they stepped trying to renew what was too far broken to fix but neither man wanted to let go, they wanted to hold on with the inch of their fingers and pretend it was ok if just for a little while.
“Come look.” James snapped out of his suspicious look giving to see that Mick had noticed him and was …leaning over a photo album? It was then that he realized the man was surrounded by photo albums and journals, shoe boxes fill with folded up pieces of paper and...
“You’ve been talking to Alex.”
Matt had told him how he and Alex had started talking about things in the past and what had gotten them that far, a real nice wake up call to how much they loved each other. How much they cared and how they couldn’t get enough. Only naturally Mick would find out, he found out everything. (James told him everything.)
“Yeah, he called earlier.” But other than that, Mick didn’t seem interested in sharing more details. It just sunk deep into James’s stomach because at one time Mick would have jumped at chance to tell him the whole entire conversation, bit by bit, every last fucking detail and now he couldn’t be bothered. “Come look at this.”
Mick waved something in the air waiting for James to come over so he could see it, he even moved over on the couch so he wasn’t sitting dead center and taking up all the room.
“What is it?”
“Us.” James hadn’t seen that grin on Mick’s face over something about them in ages. Usually he was so focused on rubbing himself wrong all over James; put him into a nice fit so he would have a reason to yell at him. But it was that smile that got James moving and looking down at the picture of the two of them. “I remember this; it was the homecoming dance that Val insisted we had to go to.”
The younger, by a year and they never would let the other forget it, slid onto the air of the couch so he could actually see without having to lean half across his …boyfriend. But he smiled, because it was hard not to smile when they saw that picture:
Michelle glared at the group around her, “maybe we should have come without them,” and looked at her sister that was standing there with a huge smile on her face.
“No, I’m glad they came because we’d be standing here alone and watching everyone have fun, leave earlier and head off to the park where they probably would be.” Val, twin no less, waved her hand at the guys where all over the place. From Alex who was leaning in with Matt and nursing something that was more than likely spiked to Brandon who was talking to Brandan directly in front of them and then to the side where James and Mick where whispering to each other with goofy looks on their faces. “Guys! I want a picture!” She demanded and turned around to look for someone who would take it for them.
It was Michelle who caught the victim, yanking some guy from her math class that had the displeasure of walking by them. “We’re going to pose for a picture and you need to take it so we can all be in it.” She plucked the camera from Val’s hands and handed it to him, who looked shocked at just having one of the two twins talk to him. Michelle flaunted, she couldn’t help it.
While she was talking to him, Val was shoving everyone together - Gena, Leana and Leana’s sister from away from Jimmy, Johnny, Jacoby and Jason. Jason’s twin brother and the two Welsh guys that had showed up out of nowhere, Brandan’s friends, Brandon’s friends, some guys that James was loose with, Joanna and a couple other girls that the DiBenedetto twins were friends with and then finally Brian and Zack where yanked out from the side of the bleachers where they had been - well nobody wanted to really think about what they had been doing so it was just left at that.
“Ready!” Val kneeled in the front, next to Johnny and Michelle went to kneel next to her. The kid, naturally, gave the 3-2-1 smile warning and everything happened at once. Val grabbed Michelle, Zacky moved, Alex laughed, Brian growled, Matt almost fell and Mick kissed James flat on the lips.
“We’ve been something since then.” After a few minutes, Mick opened his mouth. He had replied the scene over and over since finding the picture and had never once regretted his actions. The look on James’s face afterward had been priceless and Mick was pretty sure he needed to make up his will in five seconds flat but instead they held hands for the rest of the night, part taking in dancing and acting like a bunch of love struck teenage girls. “Think we’ll ever be like that again?”
James looked at the photo then at Mick and shrugged, “maybe.” Things were so much easier when they were younger, but then everything changed. They changed too and there was nothing either one could do about it. But everything they did resulted in something else.
“Remember when we tried to break up because I was moving again?” Mick handed off another picture and James took it.
Mick moving had been rough on them both. James was without Mick and Mick was without James. It was a shit combination, especially with the bright idea to break up so there would be less pressure; they were free to do as they pleased. Like, you know, spending three hours on the phone together five days of the week and the other two more than half the day.
It was Matt’s half brother that got them back together; the idea of taking a vacation was perfect and the fact that they were going to take it in Utah? Well, that was just convenient. Especially with Mick showing up an hour later.
When Mick made his appearance everyone seemed to have to do something: find a shower (in the woods?), go swimming, hunt down a deer for dinner, go food shopping, paint their nails, take a nap, etc. They had their own tent, one that was just -- them, sleeping bags and blankets, too many pillows and an air mattress.
“Can we try long distance? See if it works?” Naked, the two were completely wrapped up in each other. Sweaty and tired, it was the perfect conversation before taking a cat nap; both would say anything so the other would shut up. But when James gave his answer, it was thought out and something he knew he wouldn’t regret later on.
“Yeah.”
“We wouldn’t have gotten here without that.
“Never would have come back, joined the band.”
“It would have never gotten as far as it did.”
The two smiled at each other. “My mom once said something about, whatever you do today will effect what you do tomorrow. I get it now.” James cocked a brow, “we won’t wake up fighting tomorrow.”
“What about Monday?”
“That depends what we do tomorrow.”
“When did you get so smart?”
While they were talking, both had started moving pictures and journals to the coffee table so they could sit next to each other, leaning on each other; just being. “When I decided to clean out my closet and almost died when the box fell on my head.”
“You didn’t almost die; your head is too hard.” James made a fist and knocked on the other’s head lightly, teasing him. Mick moved, straddling the other to cup his face and kiss him. Unlike all those before, it wasn’t bittersweet; it held the same promise and fireworks as it had when they first kissed, then the second time, then the third, fourth, fifth and so on and so forth.
“You know what I love about you?”
“My nice ass?”
James gave him a look.
“The way I say all the right things in bed?”
James laughed, “no, I love that we don’t have a perfect relationship. It’s real, we’re real and it’s not like some fairytale. Sometimes I want to strangle you because you say the stupidest things, sometimes I just want to kiss you until you’re squirming around and trying to breathe. Sometimes, I want this, just laying here and talking about shit.”
“I wouldn’t want a fairytale relationship, it isn’t healthy.”
“Neither is what we have.”
“No, but we’ll be above ‘happily ever after’ because we’re not always sucking up to each other.”
“And your conclusion?”
“We’re us, James and Mick.” And he sealed it with a kiss.