I should probably say something to you/but I'd probably ruin it then... (1/1) Jesse/Kevin PG/PG-13
Title: I should probably say something to you/but I'd probably ruin it then... (1/1)
Author: dejectedmadness
Band/Pairing: Kevin Devine and the Young Duns (Brand New)(Kevin Devine/Jesse Lacey)
Rating: PG/PG-13 for cursing and kissing
Disclaimer: This story is fiction, the characters are based off and share the names of real people, but I don't know them and am not affiliated with them in any way (shit, if I was, I wouldn't be writing, I'd be taking pictures and trying my hand at seduction). Nothing but the plot belongs to me.
Summary: Jesse + Jesse's glasses = annoyed-Jesse + horny-Kevin.
Author's Notes: On K-Dev's myspace site, he lists "The Young Duns: Vin Accardi - guitar; Chris Cosgrove - guitar; Ben Homola - drums; Jesse Lacey - bass, vocals." So if it helps, pretend that I just said Kevin Devine/Brand New, but really, it isn't Brand New at all.
I am only posting this to my journal until my chaptered story Taking Back Sunday is finished so I don't lose track of readers, or so people don't think I am giving up on that story. This will get posted elsewhere when I manage to finish that one.
Jesse hates his glasses. Everyone knows. It isn't a big deal, like a topic of discussion or anything, but he hates them, and it's clear. It's like knowing that he would be disowned as a friend if he ever mentioned in Jesse's presence how pretty Adam Lazzara actually is. It's like knowing the fucking sky isn't green! But he just wouldn't quit dwelling on it. He knew. He knew, he knew, he knew that Jesse + glasses = annoyed-Jesse, and that he would endure two days without sleeping just to keep his contacts in if they were the last pair in his overnight bag. Still, Kevin puzzled anyway, with his brow-furrowed, confused-Kevin face that made Jesse ask him repeatedly, irritatedly, what was up.
Kevin didn't respond. He didn't evade the question because he didn't like to lie if he could help it, but he just kept his lips closed and looked away until Jesse was otherwise preoccupied and he could safely resume staring.
"Fucking what? What are you fucking looking at?" he finally burst out. Kevin sat up straight in his cramped little corner of the van and shot a look at Vin in the driver's seat, whose attention had been attracted by the outburst.
"Fuck, man, just take them off if you're going to be a bitch. We've only been in this goddamn van for two hours!" the stylish Italian bit off, looking significantly less stylish in his sweat-pants and one of Brian's stained t-shirts, which still happened to be the cleanest thing in the inventory of their few possessions.
Jesse rolled his eyes and turned to stare resignedly out the window. Kevin glanced once more as he shoved them up on his nose and then watched the sun settle just above the horizon past Vin's shoulder.
***
"What do you mean you can't find it?"
"What's going on?"
"He lost my fucking-"
"I didn't lose it, I just-"
"I had a hundred dollars worth of-"
"Hold on, let's calm down!"
"What the fuck did you do with it, Kevin?"
"Nothing! I didn't... I mean I had it! I had it...." he scratched his head.
Jesse's face was as red as Kevin's after a healthy day outside with no sun block, but there would be no blisters in his near future, not unless something unforeseeable occurred in the next few minutes.
He shrugged. "I... you know, I probably left it with the guys back in Virginia."
"In Virginia!?" Jesse cried.
"No, it's okay! I'll call them right now and figure it out. They'll bring it up in a couple days when they catch up with us."
Jesse shook his head. "Fuck, Kevin," he muttered, and his voice sounded so disappointed that the folk artist almost actually felt a little remorse.
"What was in it, Jesse?" Vin demanded. Kevin could see Vin imagining a list at least as long as his arm of possible things that Jesse could have kept in his overnight bag worth a hundred dollars. Kevin turned away and pulled out his cell phone because he already knew the answer.
***
"What's so wrong with them, anyway?" he demanded of Vin. "Doesn't he realize that he looks good in anything? He could be wearing nothing but a face full of toothpaste, mud and leaves, and still be better looking than I ever could!"
Vin laughed. "I wouldn't go that far."
Kevin snorted. Okay, maybe not. "You know what I mean," he insisted.
Vin shrugged and stumbled toward the van for the cooler and another beer. "He's a pissy little bitch. You know that."
"But this is more than just his being a fucking drama-queen! It's almost as though he actually feels physical pain to wear them." Kevin miraculously caught the beer that tipsy-Vin had decided would be fun to throw. He twisted the cap and sipped the foam that spurted out from its rough-handling. "No," he then amended, "strike that. Jesse likes physical pain more than wearing his glasses."
Vin waved his hand dismissively. "He has this pain thing, I don't know."
"I've noticed."
"It's kind of hot; I'm not gonna lie."
Kevin smirked at slyly grinning Vin and didn't rebuff. After a lengthy pause, Kevin muttered, partly to himself, but so his friend could hear, "If you think he looks hot, and I think he looks hot, what the hell is his problem?"
"'Ve you ever worn glasses?" Kevin shook his head. "Nerdy kids wear them. The kids that get shoved into lockers and have their heads flushed in toilets. Jesse and John were best friends when they were kids."
"Holy shit!" Kevin blurted. "They probably looked like the most nerdtastic couple of nerds that ever nerded around together in high school!"
"And elementary school, hell even for a year or so after graduation."
"You're not telling me Jesse was the geeky math and numbers kid with his skinny, bookwormy and equally geeky friend!"
Vin held up his hands in defense, "I don't know man. I'm just saying..." snort, "Jesse wasn't always the smouldering hunk you see now."
Kevin didn't join his friend's laughter. He stared off toward the van where the man in question was sleeping in the passenger's seat, curled so his leg half-sprawled into the driver's side. His glasses were carefully balanced on the dash as far from his reach as possible.
***
"Hey."
Not even a glance. A glance wouldn't have hurt would it? 'Fuck Jesse, could you be more mature?'
"Look, I just wanted to apologize. It was a shitty thing I did, and I didn't mean to. If I had known you'd have been so upset I would have taken more care-"
"You're so full of it sometimes, Kevin."
His mouth hung open dumbly for a full five seconds before the elder turned and strode away. It even took him a blink or two before he stormed after him. "Hey! Jesse! Hey!"
Jesse tossed the bag of food into the van and slammed the door, but before he could scurry away, Kevin had his shoulder in hand.
"Hey, look, I am trying not to be a jackass here, and you're fucking it up!"
"Well if you hadn't gone and left my fucking-"
"I'm sorry! For fuck sakes!"
"Oh, you are not, Kevin! Own up to your own fucking actions. I don't know if it's some kind of vindictive vengeance for some wrong I've done against you, or if you just thought it would be clever and funny-"
"You think I did it on purpose?" he blurted.
Jesse spun on his heel and stormed in the other direction again. "Of course you did, Kevin! An idiot could see that!" he shouted behind him. Kevin, however, would not let himself be left behind, nor would he endure being on the receiving end of silence for the next two days' worth of driving. He easily caught up to the sulking little boy before he could get too far ahead and stepped in front of him.
"You're sexy."
Retrospectively, Kevin considered that perhaps he should have begun with something less absurd, although Jesse's reaction was essentially what he'd wanted. Before the stunned-silence could be broken by another simpering retort, Kevin grabbed Jesse's shoulders.
"Glasses, no glasses, burlap sack, whatever. You're a handsome man, Jesse Lacey."
"Fuck you, Kevin Devine."
Kevin smirked as Jesse began to storm away again, and with a gentle shove forced his back against the side of the van.
"Don't tease, Jesse." Jesse blinked. Kevin forced his voice a little lower, a little softer, not enough to constitute mocking, but just enough to impress sincerity. "I say 'sexy,' you say 'fuck.'" he explained.
"Kevin-"
"Shut up and listen, Lacey because if you don't act your age just this once, I'm not going to be up front with you anymore." Jesse closed his mouth and stared defiantly through a layer of plastic at the firmly-spoken red-headed folk singer. "You're hot no matter what you wear. The glasses... are just a new kind of hot. So stop... stop worrying that people think you look geeky, stop letting them bother you." Jesse didn't respond, didn't even blink, so Kevin continued. "Granted, I have a bit of a thing for nerdy guys, but I'm partial to the glasses. They become you, Jesse." For a minute they stood staring at each other listening to Kevin's absurdly rapid heartbeat while he tried to decide whether he had gone too far. "You can knock me out now."
Cue Jesse's puzzled face. "Why would I do that?"
As if it was obvious: "Because you're a good Catholic boy getting hit on by another boy."
He rolled his eyes. "If I punched every guy who came on to me-"
"Taking Back Sunday would probably be out one very fine vocalist, I'd say." It was clear Jesse didn't quite comprehend. "Lasting brain damage..." he tried. "Never mind." Kevin stepped back from his almost too-close stance and released his friend's shoulders.
"You're not very good at this, are you?"
Kevin hoped his raised eyebrow would do the speaking for him, but Jesse just watched and waited. "I'm willing to risk a punch for a little harmless flirting, hoping that you're somewhat saner than you've previously proven, and thus less inclined to hit me for some invaded personal space and a few suggestive phrases. With no encouragement, I didn't want to take it too far."
"Maybe a guy'd be more receptive if you hadn't pissed him off beforehand."
"Then get over yourself and I'll try my luck tomorrow."
***
"You're a cocky son of a bitch."
"And you are very, very pretty."
Jesse turned to leave him in the dust, but Kevin would have none of it. He stood too close and stepped even closer. Jesse was somewhat shorter than he, so when he looked up in clear disbelief that Kevin would be so forward (although he had no idea what he had done to indicate to Jesse that he might be the least bit shy), Kevin leaned, bent, just enough to breathe against his friend's lips. "Are you still mad?"
"You left my contacts-"
"Jesse… can you blame me?"
"Of course I can."
"And if Vin hadn't found Brian's stuff in the van, when he realized he forgot to pack a shirt besides the one he was wearing, I'm sure you'd have offered up your own instead of letting him go tragically topless for the rest of the trip." Jesse's mouth was pressed firmly into a thin line of irritation.
"You've gotten fairly confident in your ideas overnight." Kevin wouldn't have offered the extremely attractive guitarist his shirt either, to be fair.
"You should have punched me," Kevin scolded, and despite himself, Jesse smirked.
"You're awfully pretty, yourself. I wouldn't want to wreck that face."
That was encouragement enough for Kevin. He did note, though, the way Jesse's head tilted just slightly to meet him the last ten percent of the distance, when Kevin halted with his lips a fraction of an inch away. And how Mr. Catholic schoolboy kissed very much like a girl to counter Kevin's firm and very masculine (if he had anything to say about it) embrace. However, despite the roles he had assigned the two on them in his head, Kevin found when he finally had the sense of self to pull back again, that it was he with his arms around Jesse's neck, while Jesse's sly fingers curved about his waist.
Kevin paid their reversal no mind, though, because he was close enough to nudge Jesse's glasses with his nose, and shift them up on his face.
"They get in the way."
"My favourite part," Kevin said with another kiss, "about guys in glasses is when they kiss so hard that you get skin imprints on them."
"I hate cleaning glasses."
"I'll clean them for you later."
"You'll just smudge them worse."
"Shut up and take your shirt off."
"We're in a parking lot off the interstate."
"Fine, if you're shy, just your pants, then."
Jesse laughed and slid his nimble fingers under the waistband of Kevin's jeans coyly. "You're not forgiven, yet, Devine. You're gonna have to work for it."
"Just don't take off those spectacles, and I'll do whatever you want," he said with a nip of teeth against a scruffy jawbone. Kevin almost wanted to wait for Jesse's smart retort, but for the stronger temptation of lips. Soon enough, even Lacey himself had forgotten that his voice was for anything but moaning Kevin's name.
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Yeah, I know the story is somewhat sub-par, but I wrote it between home and work in a day, so it's not bad for what it is. I just love Kevin and Jesse together. They are adorable. Anyway, comments = <3
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Author: dejectedmadness
Band/Pairing: Kevin Devine and the Young Duns (Brand New)(Kevin Devine/Jesse Lacey)
Rating: PG/PG-13 for cursing and kissing
Disclaimer: This story is fiction, the characters are based off and share the names of real people, but I don't know them and am not affiliated with them in any way (shit, if I was, I wouldn't be writing, I'd be taking pictures and trying my hand at seduction). Nothing but the plot belongs to me.
Summary: Jesse + Jesse's glasses = annoyed-Jesse + horny-Kevin.
Author's Notes: On K-Dev's myspace site, he lists "The Young Duns: Vin Accardi - guitar; Chris Cosgrove - guitar; Ben Homola - drums; Jesse Lacey - bass, vocals." So if it helps, pretend that I just said Kevin Devine/Brand New, but really, it isn't Brand New at all.
I am only posting this to my journal until my chaptered story Taking Back Sunday is finished so I don't lose track of readers, or so people don't think I am giving up on that story. This will get posted elsewhere when I manage to finish that one.
Jesse hates his glasses. Everyone knows. It isn't a big deal, like a topic of discussion or anything, but he hates them, and it's clear. It's like knowing that he would be disowned as a friend if he ever mentioned in Jesse's presence how pretty Adam Lazzara actually is. It's like knowing the fucking sky isn't green! But he just wouldn't quit dwelling on it. He knew. He knew, he knew, he knew that Jesse + glasses = annoyed-Jesse, and that he would endure two days without sleeping just to keep his contacts in if they were the last pair in his overnight bag. Still, Kevin puzzled anyway, with his brow-furrowed, confused-Kevin face that made Jesse ask him repeatedly, irritatedly, what was up.
Kevin didn't respond. He didn't evade the question because he didn't like to lie if he could help it, but he just kept his lips closed and looked away until Jesse was otherwise preoccupied and he could safely resume staring.
"Fucking what? What are you fucking looking at?" he finally burst out. Kevin sat up straight in his cramped little corner of the van and shot a look at Vin in the driver's seat, whose attention had been attracted by the outburst.
"Fuck, man, just take them off if you're going to be a bitch. We've only been in this goddamn van for two hours!" the stylish Italian bit off, looking significantly less stylish in his sweat-pants and one of Brian's stained t-shirts, which still happened to be the cleanest thing in the inventory of their few possessions.
Jesse rolled his eyes and turned to stare resignedly out the window. Kevin glanced once more as he shoved them up on his nose and then watched the sun settle just above the horizon past Vin's shoulder.
***
"What do you mean you can't find it?"
"What's going on?"
"He lost my fucking-"
"I didn't lose it, I just-"
"I had a hundred dollars worth of-"
"Hold on, let's calm down!"
"What the fuck did you do with it, Kevin?"
"Nothing! I didn't... I mean I had it! I had it...." he scratched his head.
Jesse's face was as red as Kevin's after a healthy day outside with no sun block, but there would be no blisters in his near future, not unless something unforeseeable occurred in the next few minutes.
He shrugged. "I... you know, I probably left it with the guys back in Virginia."
"In Virginia!?" Jesse cried.
"No, it's okay! I'll call them right now and figure it out. They'll bring it up in a couple days when they catch up with us."
Jesse shook his head. "Fuck, Kevin," he muttered, and his voice sounded so disappointed that the folk artist almost actually felt a little remorse.
"What was in it, Jesse?" Vin demanded. Kevin could see Vin imagining a list at least as long as his arm of possible things that Jesse could have kept in his overnight bag worth a hundred dollars. Kevin turned away and pulled out his cell phone because he already knew the answer.
***
"What's so wrong with them, anyway?" he demanded of Vin. "Doesn't he realize that he looks good in anything? He could be wearing nothing but a face full of toothpaste, mud and leaves, and still be better looking than I ever could!"
Vin laughed. "I wouldn't go that far."
Kevin snorted. Okay, maybe not. "You know what I mean," he insisted.
Vin shrugged and stumbled toward the van for the cooler and another beer. "He's a pissy little bitch. You know that."
"But this is more than just his being a fucking drama-queen! It's almost as though he actually feels physical pain to wear them." Kevin miraculously caught the beer that tipsy-Vin had decided would be fun to throw. He twisted the cap and sipped the foam that spurted out from its rough-handling. "No," he then amended, "strike that. Jesse likes physical pain more than wearing his glasses."
Vin waved his hand dismissively. "He has this pain thing, I don't know."
"I've noticed."
"It's kind of hot; I'm not gonna lie."
Kevin smirked at slyly grinning Vin and didn't rebuff. After a lengthy pause, Kevin muttered, partly to himself, but so his friend could hear, "If you think he looks hot, and I think he looks hot, what the hell is his problem?"
"'Ve you ever worn glasses?" Kevin shook his head. "Nerdy kids wear them. The kids that get shoved into lockers and have their heads flushed in toilets. Jesse and John were best friends when they were kids."
"Holy shit!" Kevin blurted. "They probably looked like the most nerdtastic couple of nerds that ever nerded around together in high school!"
"And elementary school, hell even for a year or so after graduation."
"You're not telling me Jesse was the geeky math and numbers kid with his skinny, bookwormy and equally geeky friend!"
Vin held up his hands in defense, "I don't know man. I'm just saying..." snort, "Jesse wasn't always the smouldering hunk you see now."
Kevin didn't join his friend's laughter. He stared off toward the van where the man in question was sleeping in the passenger's seat, curled so his leg half-sprawled into the driver's side. His glasses were carefully balanced on the dash as far from his reach as possible.
***
"Hey."
Not even a glance. A glance wouldn't have hurt would it? 'Fuck Jesse, could you be more mature?'
"Look, I just wanted to apologize. It was a shitty thing I did, and I didn't mean to. If I had known you'd have been so upset I would have taken more care-"
"You're so full of it sometimes, Kevin."
His mouth hung open dumbly for a full five seconds before the elder turned and strode away. It even took him a blink or two before he stormed after him. "Hey! Jesse! Hey!"
Jesse tossed the bag of food into the van and slammed the door, but before he could scurry away, Kevin had his shoulder in hand.
"Hey, look, I am trying not to be a jackass here, and you're fucking it up!"
"Well if you hadn't gone and left my fucking-"
"I'm sorry! For fuck sakes!"
"Oh, you are not, Kevin! Own up to your own fucking actions. I don't know if it's some kind of vindictive vengeance for some wrong I've done against you, or if you just thought it would be clever and funny-"
"You think I did it on purpose?" he blurted.
Jesse spun on his heel and stormed in the other direction again. "Of course you did, Kevin! An idiot could see that!" he shouted behind him. Kevin, however, would not let himself be left behind, nor would he endure being on the receiving end of silence for the next two days' worth of driving. He easily caught up to the sulking little boy before he could get too far ahead and stepped in front of him.
"You're sexy."
Retrospectively, Kevin considered that perhaps he should have begun with something less absurd, although Jesse's reaction was essentially what he'd wanted. Before the stunned-silence could be broken by another simpering retort, Kevin grabbed Jesse's shoulders.
"Glasses, no glasses, burlap sack, whatever. You're a handsome man, Jesse Lacey."
"Fuck you, Kevin Devine."
Kevin smirked as Jesse began to storm away again, and with a gentle shove forced his back against the side of the van.
"Don't tease, Jesse." Jesse blinked. Kevin forced his voice a little lower, a little softer, not enough to constitute mocking, but just enough to impress sincerity. "I say 'sexy,' you say 'fuck.'" he explained.
"Kevin-"
"Shut up and listen, Lacey because if you don't act your age just this once, I'm not going to be up front with you anymore." Jesse closed his mouth and stared defiantly through a layer of plastic at the firmly-spoken red-headed folk singer. "You're hot no matter what you wear. The glasses... are just a new kind of hot. So stop... stop worrying that people think you look geeky, stop letting them bother you." Jesse didn't respond, didn't even blink, so Kevin continued. "Granted, I have a bit of a thing for nerdy guys, but I'm partial to the glasses. They become you, Jesse." For a minute they stood staring at each other listening to Kevin's absurdly rapid heartbeat while he tried to decide whether he had gone too far. "You can knock me out now."
Cue Jesse's puzzled face. "Why would I do that?"
As if it was obvious: "Because you're a good Catholic boy getting hit on by another boy."
He rolled his eyes. "If I punched every guy who came on to me-"
"Taking Back Sunday would probably be out one very fine vocalist, I'd say." It was clear Jesse didn't quite comprehend. "Lasting brain damage..." he tried. "Never mind." Kevin stepped back from his almost too-close stance and released his friend's shoulders.
"You're not very good at this, are you?"
Kevin hoped his raised eyebrow would do the speaking for him, but Jesse just watched and waited. "I'm willing to risk a punch for a little harmless flirting, hoping that you're somewhat saner than you've previously proven, and thus less inclined to hit me for some invaded personal space and a few suggestive phrases. With no encouragement, I didn't want to take it too far."
"Maybe a guy'd be more receptive if you hadn't pissed him off beforehand."
"Then get over yourself and I'll try my luck tomorrow."
***
"You're a cocky son of a bitch."
"And you are very, very pretty."
Jesse turned to leave him in the dust, but Kevin would have none of it. He stood too close and stepped even closer. Jesse was somewhat shorter than he, so when he looked up in clear disbelief that Kevin would be so forward (although he had no idea what he had done to indicate to Jesse that he might be the least bit shy), Kevin leaned, bent, just enough to breathe against his friend's lips. "Are you still mad?"
"You left my contacts-"
"Jesse… can you blame me?"
"Of course I can."
"And if Vin hadn't found Brian's stuff in the van, when he realized he forgot to pack a shirt besides the one he was wearing, I'm sure you'd have offered up your own instead of letting him go tragically topless for the rest of the trip." Jesse's mouth was pressed firmly into a thin line of irritation.
"You've gotten fairly confident in your ideas overnight." Kevin wouldn't have offered the extremely attractive guitarist his shirt either, to be fair.
"You should have punched me," Kevin scolded, and despite himself, Jesse smirked.
"You're awfully pretty, yourself. I wouldn't want to wreck that face."
That was encouragement enough for Kevin. He did note, though, the way Jesse's head tilted just slightly to meet him the last ten percent of the distance, when Kevin halted with his lips a fraction of an inch away. And how Mr. Catholic schoolboy kissed very much like a girl to counter Kevin's firm and very masculine (if he had anything to say about it) embrace. However, despite the roles he had assigned the two on them in his head, Kevin found when he finally had the sense of self to pull back again, that it was he with his arms around Jesse's neck, while Jesse's sly fingers curved about his waist.
Kevin paid their reversal no mind, though, because he was close enough to nudge Jesse's glasses with his nose, and shift them up on his face.
"They get in the way."
"My favourite part," Kevin said with another kiss, "about guys in glasses is when they kiss so hard that you get skin imprints on them."
"I hate cleaning glasses."
"I'll clean them for you later."
"You'll just smudge them worse."
"Shut up and take your shirt off."
"We're in a parking lot off the interstate."
"Fine, if you're shy, just your pants, then."
Jesse laughed and slid his nimble fingers under the waistband of Kevin's jeans coyly. "You're not forgiven, yet, Devine. You're gonna have to work for it."
"Just don't take off those spectacles, and I'll do whatever you want," he said with a nip of teeth against a scruffy jawbone. Kevin almost wanted to wait for Jesse's smart retort, but for the stronger temptation of lips. Soon enough, even Lacey himself had forgotten that his voice was for anything but moaning Kevin's name.
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Yeah, I know the story is somewhat sub-par, but I wrote it between home and work in a day, so it's not bad for what it is. I just love Kevin and Jesse together. They are adorable. Anyway, comments = <3
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