Fic, jonas, kevron
flash fic
Title: more than you think
Fandom: Disney RPF
Pairing: Kevin Jonas/Zac Efron
Rating: PG
Summary: It's hard out there for a 20 year old rockstar.
(can my summary be: "KEVINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN"? Does that work?)
A/N: totes unbeta'd. Written originally as comment fic @ th-esaurus who was demanding more kevron in her life (and who can blame her?)
"Dude, that outfit is so horrible," is his greeting. Kevin is halfway through a grumpy eyeroll before he's hoisted into the air in a lung-crushing hug. Zac doesn't let go, despite Kevin's squirms and general statements of "stop it, no. please. get off. no."
"So horrible," Zac whispers in his ear and his nose slides just a little down the skin of Kevin's neck. Kevin shivers. Stupid Zac Efron and his stupid blue eyes and his stupid late night texts and his stupid face hovering a few inches from his own--
"Efron," Joe says from behind them, his eyebrow raised. Zac lets Kevin go (slowly), and nods in Joe's direction.
"Jonas," Zac says, lifting his hand for a high five. Joe gives it to him with only brief hesitation.
Nick's voice takes Kevin aback more (wasn't Nick over with Miley moments ago?) as he says, "What's going on here?"
Uncomfortable, Kevin appraises the situation. His brothers are behind him, together looking oddly fierce, arms crossed and eyes locked on Zac's carelessly grinning face.
"Nothing," Zac says, with a shrug. "Absolutely nothing." He winks openly at Kevin who looks away, willing his cheeks not to burn crimson.
"Kevin, mom's looking for you," Nick says, reaching out to grasp Kevin's arm. "Come on."
"Yeah," Joe says, gesturing while keeping his eyes locked on Zac's.
Kevin looks helplessly over at Zac. He had hoped, he really had hoped to get a few minutes in a dark corner with him. Like, to talk. What were these stupid Disney functions for but to get a few minutes with Zac? Their relationship, as it were, was defined as this nebulous randomness that mostly existed in texts, but sometimes blissfully concluded in making out and messing around, so, even a brief moment in the same room with him was nice.
How his brothers had caught on to something, anything, was rather unfortunate though. (What, did they have purity-in-danger radar?)
Zac takes a step back and holds his hands up in defeat. "Who am I to keep you from your mother?" he says, brushing the hair out of his eyes. "Cheers."
When he turns, moving back towards the crowd, towards Vanessa and Ashley, Kevin has this strange sensation of relief, that the moment has passed, that he's safe. He thumbs the ring on his finger and wills his heart to stop racing.
Nick's grip on his arm becomes firmer, almost painful. "Don't," is all he says. Joe gives him a look like pity, like understanding, and then looks away.
He lets himself be pulled away, back into the light. Back to the smiles and the small talk. Mom's not even here, he knows. He sighs, and lets Nick place another cup of punch in his hands.
When his phone chirps, he reads the text: "I lied. You're rocking the fuck out of those boots." Looking over across the crowd, he sees Zac smile.
-
Joe and Nick are off doing whatever Joe and Nick do when they're off alone together without Kevin, whatever, so Kevin spends the morning playing his guitar and then video games till it's about half past three, and he's not eaten lunch.
This is what happens when you never leave the nest, Kevin Jonas, he thinks.
He's a bit daunted by cooking, and his Mom's out, so he's halfway through a bowl of cereal when his phone rings.
"Your brothers are at some restaurant downtown, it's all abuzz. Oh, and I'm outside your house."
Kevin hates it, no - he really hates it - how Zac's voice seems to slide down through him like warm water, and either making him ache in his belly or feel foolishly hard like some 14 year old boy with little restraint.
"I--" Kevin starts.
"Move it, Jonas," Zac says, and he can pretty much hear the smile on his face.
Kevin looks down at his disarray of an outfit and is about to say something when Zac interjects, "And whatever you're wearing is fine. I plan on taking it off, whatever it is."
Kevin coughs.
"I'll take that as a yes." The dial tone seems to wake Kevin up out of his stupor and he moves towards the door.
-
Zac keeps him out late, like, super late. Like even his dad calls him on the cell to check up on him ("I'll be back by 4 a.m., it's okay"). Nick calls eight times, Joe five. (Kevin only takes their first call. "I'm fine, I'll be back later.")
"You're 20 years old," Zac says, his head in Kevin's lap. "You're an adult for fuck's sake."
Kevin closes his eyes for a moment and opens them, feeling tired and useless. He turns his phone off with one hand, his other hand is tangled in Zac's hair. "It's the band. It's important that I don't fuck up." The curse word tingles a little on his lips.
Zac grumbles, turning so he can look up at him. Kevin is disarmed, for the millionth time, by those blue eyes. "So quit the band. Do something else."
"Right," Kevin says. "I could do just that." He releases Zac's hair to run his fingers through his own.
It's a moment of silence before Zac taps his chest to get his attention. "And if you think you're going to be home by 4 a.m., you're very much mistaken."
-
Joe and Nick are waiting for him when he gets home. They look exhausted, so he's pretty sure that they didn't just wake up.
"It's 7." Joe says. "In the morning"
"You could have been seen," Nick says, his eyes lingering on the various signs of disheveled appearance. (Zac would not let him borrow anything. "I want you to smell me on your clothes. I don't want you to forget this.")
Kevin takes a step close into Nick's space. So close that he can feel Joe react, tense up and move close to defend his little brother. (As if Nick needed the help.)
"I'm 20 years old," Kevin states coolly. "And I'm not an idiot."
Nick sets his jaw, and Kevin wonders if Nick's going to hit him. He looks angry enough to. Joe reaches out, his fingers resting on Nick's shoulder and his thumb rubs just slightly against Nick's neck. Eyes closing, Nick breathes in slowly and then takes a step back.
When he opens them, he looks defeated. "You have to understand, Kev. We don't want- we don't ... want--"
Joe finishes: "--you to get hurt."
Kevin nods his head. "Right, okay. Can I go now?" He directs it at Nick.
"Whatever," Nick says, moving away towards the stairs. Joe throws Kevin a sympathetic look before following him.
At the stairs, Joe turns. "We love you," he says. Nick's already out of sight. Kevin gives him a little salute.
His cell chirps and he looks. "Miss you," it reads. One, two, three seconds of hesitation, and his car keys are tight in his hands.
"Going somewhere?" his dad asks from the kitchen.
Kevin smiles, and it's all teeth. "Back later."
-
Zac is half asleep when he opens the door. "I thought you had important--" he says before Kevin takes two strides forward, wraps his arms around him and kisses him, a simple chaste kiss - not unlike their first.
"It's time I made my own choices," Kevin says.
Title: more than you think
Fandom: Disney RPF
Pairing: Kevin Jonas/Zac Efron
Rating: PG
Summary: It's hard out there for a 20 year old rockstar.
(can my summary be: "KEVINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN"? Does that work?)
A/N: totes unbeta'd. Written originally as comment fic @ th-esaurus who was demanding more kevron in her life (and who can blame her?)
"Dude, that outfit is so horrible," is his greeting. Kevin is halfway through a grumpy eyeroll before he's hoisted into the air in a lung-crushing hug. Zac doesn't let go, despite Kevin's squirms and general statements of "stop it, no. please. get off. no."
"So horrible," Zac whispers in his ear and his nose slides just a little down the skin of Kevin's neck. Kevin shivers. Stupid Zac Efron and his stupid blue eyes and his stupid late night texts and his stupid face hovering a few inches from his own--
"Efron," Joe says from behind them, his eyebrow raised. Zac lets Kevin go (slowly), and nods in Joe's direction.
"Jonas," Zac says, lifting his hand for a high five. Joe gives it to him with only brief hesitation.
Nick's voice takes Kevin aback more (wasn't Nick over with Miley moments ago?) as he says, "What's going on here?"
Uncomfortable, Kevin appraises the situation. His brothers are behind him, together looking oddly fierce, arms crossed and eyes locked on Zac's carelessly grinning face.
"Nothing," Zac says, with a shrug. "Absolutely nothing." He winks openly at Kevin who looks away, willing his cheeks not to burn crimson.
"Kevin, mom's looking for you," Nick says, reaching out to grasp Kevin's arm. "Come on."
"Yeah," Joe says, gesturing while keeping his eyes locked on Zac's.
Kevin looks helplessly over at Zac. He had hoped, he really had hoped to get a few minutes in a dark corner with him. Like, to talk. What were these stupid Disney functions for but to get a few minutes with Zac? Their relationship, as it were, was defined as this nebulous randomness that mostly existed in texts, but sometimes blissfully concluded in making out and messing around, so, even a brief moment in the same room with him was nice.
How his brothers had caught on to something, anything, was rather unfortunate though. (What, did they have purity-in-danger radar?)
Zac takes a step back and holds his hands up in defeat. "Who am I to keep you from your mother?" he says, brushing the hair out of his eyes. "Cheers."
When he turns, moving back towards the crowd, towards Vanessa and Ashley, Kevin has this strange sensation of relief, that the moment has passed, that he's safe. He thumbs the ring on his finger and wills his heart to stop racing.
Nick's grip on his arm becomes firmer, almost painful. "Don't," is all he says. Joe gives him a look like pity, like understanding, and then looks away.
He lets himself be pulled away, back into the light. Back to the smiles and the small talk. Mom's not even here, he knows. He sighs, and lets Nick place another cup of punch in his hands.
When his phone chirps, he reads the text: "I lied. You're rocking the fuck out of those boots." Looking over across the crowd, he sees Zac smile.
-
Joe and Nick are off doing whatever Joe and Nick do when they're off alone together without Kevin, whatever, so Kevin spends the morning playing his guitar and then video games till it's about half past three, and he's not eaten lunch.
This is what happens when you never leave the nest, Kevin Jonas, he thinks.
He's a bit daunted by cooking, and his Mom's out, so he's halfway through a bowl of cereal when his phone rings.
"Your brothers are at some restaurant downtown, it's all abuzz. Oh, and I'm outside your house."
Kevin hates it, no - he really hates it - how Zac's voice seems to slide down through him like warm water, and either making him ache in his belly or feel foolishly hard like some 14 year old boy with little restraint.
"I--" Kevin starts.
"Move it, Jonas," Zac says, and he can pretty much hear the smile on his face.
Kevin looks down at his disarray of an outfit and is about to say something when Zac interjects, "And whatever you're wearing is fine. I plan on taking it off, whatever it is."
Kevin coughs.
"I'll take that as a yes." The dial tone seems to wake Kevin up out of his stupor and he moves towards the door.
-
Zac keeps him out late, like, super late. Like even his dad calls him on the cell to check up on him ("I'll be back by 4 a.m., it's okay"). Nick calls eight times, Joe five. (Kevin only takes their first call. "I'm fine, I'll be back later.")
"You're 20 years old," Zac says, his head in Kevin's lap. "You're an adult for fuck's sake."
Kevin closes his eyes for a moment and opens them, feeling tired and useless. He turns his phone off with one hand, his other hand is tangled in Zac's hair. "It's the band. It's important that I don't fuck up." The curse word tingles a little on his lips.
Zac grumbles, turning so he can look up at him. Kevin is disarmed, for the millionth time, by those blue eyes. "So quit the band. Do something else."
"Right," Kevin says. "I could do just that." He releases Zac's hair to run his fingers through his own.
It's a moment of silence before Zac taps his chest to get his attention. "And if you think you're going to be home by 4 a.m., you're very much mistaken."
-
Joe and Nick are waiting for him when he gets home. They look exhausted, so he's pretty sure that they didn't just wake up.
"It's 7." Joe says. "In the morning"
"You could have been seen," Nick says, his eyes lingering on the various signs of disheveled appearance. (Zac would not let him borrow anything. "I want you to smell me on your clothes. I don't want you to forget this.")
Kevin takes a step close into Nick's space. So close that he can feel Joe react, tense up and move close to defend his little brother. (As if Nick needed the help.)
"I'm 20 years old," Kevin states coolly. "And I'm not an idiot."
Nick sets his jaw, and Kevin wonders if Nick's going to hit him. He looks angry enough to. Joe reaches out, his fingers resting on Nick's shoulder and his thumb rubs just slightly against Nick's neck. Eyes closing, Nick breathes in slowly and then takes a step back.
When he opens them, he looks defeated. "You have to understand, Kev. We don't want- we don't ... want--"
Joe finishes: "--you to get hurt."
Kevin nods his head. "Right, okay. Can I go now?" He directs it at Nick.
"Whatever," Nick says, moving away towards the stairs. Joe throws Kevin a sympathetic look before following him.
At the stairs, Joe turns. "We love you," he says. Nick's already out of sight. Kevin gives him a little salute.
His cell chirps and he looks. "Miss you," it reads. One, two, three seconds of hesitation, and his car keys are tight in his hands.
"Going somewhere?" his dad asks from the kitchen.
Kevin smiles, and it's all teeth. "Back later."
-
Zac is half asleep when he opens the door. "I thought you had important--" he says before Kevin takes two strides forward, wraps his arms around him and kisses him, a simple chaste kiss - not unlike their first.
"It's time I made my own choices," Kevin says.