The Awakening (part one)
Title: The Awakening
Author: Robin Beta: darkangel86_07
Pairing: Jovin (Non-brothers)
Rating: Nc-17 overall
A/N: This is extremely A.U. guys.
Summary: Joe and Kevin haven’t always been as happily in love as they are today. Once upon a time they hated each other. But that’s all in the past now. Until a strange visitor comes to see them and turns their perfect life upside down.
Joe slides into bed beside his Kevin. He curls an arm around the sleeping man’s waist and pulls him in close, kissing his cheek and making Kevin groan a little in sleepy confusion. Joe presses his lips softly to Kevin’s neck next; massaging the pale, sensitive skin with his plump lips.
“Joe.” The word is drowned in sleepy grog and the lips that spoke it are instantly covered by Joe’s mouth. He pulls several happy moans and whimpers from the older man before pulling off and looking down into the face of the man he adores most.
“Time to get up baby.” Joe speaks softly to his lover.
Kevin sighs, and stretches his limbs high up before settling them back down around Joe’s shoulders and stomach. They stay that way for a long while; mumbling sweet nothings to the other, ghosting kisses over exposed skin. Kevin’s the first to actually get out of bed. He stands up, ignoring the annoyed whine Joe gives, and walks to the bathroom smiling.
Joe and Kevin haven’t always been like this. There was a time when they were younger where they absolutely couldn’t stand each other. Kevin sneers at the unpleasant memory of Joe tripping him in the lunchroom and Kevin falling flat into his salad and pudding. Yes, Kevin might have been the oldest but he was by far not the bully. Joseph was fierce.
Kevin steps into the shower, he sleeps naked so there’s no need to remove anything as he turns the knobs allowing the hot water to soak his skin. He sighs contently and thinks of Joe, in the bedroom. He’s probably still on the bed, doing absolutely nothing when he needs to be up getting ready for work.
Kevin smiles at the thought of his lover. Joe’s amazing in every way. Always has been. No matter how much of an ass he was to Kevin, Joe’s always been amazing. Kevin starts to slowly run the soap over his body, cleaning himself of the dried cum from the night before. He’s just about got all of it off of his chest when there’s a sudden change in the air of the bathroom. The air cools as if someone has opened a door, and Kevin chuckles, opening the shower curtain to tell Joe to go shower in the other bathroom. But it’s not Joe’s face that Kevin sees.
He yelps, jumping back slightly and nearly slipping and falling as he tries to cover his naked form. Kevin’s girlish squeal has Joe barging in to see what happened. He figures Kevin burned himself or saw a spider, but when Joe opens the door to see that there’s someone in the bathroom, his face goes red with anger, and he puts up his fists in defense of the intruder.
“Be still.” The voice from the - thing - is loud and deep. It shakes the entire room and causes Kevin to nearly fall, but Joe’s there, and he catches him before any harm is done. Joe doesn’t let go of Kevin, instead he holds onto him, protective, and ready to save him. Kevin’s kind of crouching behind Joe, still trying to cover his wet body from the - thing.
“What do you want!” Joe yells, partially to hear himself over the still falling water of the shower and partially from fear.
“I am here to help.” The booming voice breaks the not-so silence. Joe and Kevin shudder at the volume of it. He’s not yelling - it is a he - but just the volume of his spoken words are so loud.
Kevin clings onto Joe awkwardly, trying to hide himself still, when the - thing - approaches them. Joe straightens up, moving his hands out as if to protect his lover.
“There’s no time.” The voice announces loudly, “dress and then we will speak.” And just like that, the thing is gone. The only remembrance of it is the vibrations that are still shaking the room slightly from its last spoken word.
Joe immediately looks to his lover, moving his hands over Kevin’s body like he’s inspecting him for wounds. Kevin pulls Joe closer to him and whispers a shaking “I’m fine,” before kissing Joe’s shoulder dazed.
Joe turns the water off and grabs Kevin’s towel; drying the older man delicately. Kevin’s kind of spaced out. Not saying much, as Joe dries him, and Joe has to press several kisses to the underside of his jaw to finally get Kevin to wake up from his seeming trance.
They keep the physical contact between them the entire time. Joe practically pulls Kevin out of the bathroom, walking him to his drawer and helping him put a pair of boxers and a tee shirt on before sitting them both on the side of the bed. Kevin is trying to curl into Joe’s chest when the air of the room changes. A cool burst of air rushes the room and then he’s back.
Joe’s hold on Kevin, tightens and his face turns sour as the - thing - reenters their home. They don’t speak this time, just wait. Because whatever it is, it seems to want to talk to them. Wants them to listen to what it has to say. Then maybe it’ll go away. So Joe just holds onto Kevin, rocking him back and forth.
“Your fate is in peril.” The voice is still low, still grumbling, but it’s lower this time. As if someone has turned the volume down on it.
Joe and Kevin listen to it speak. It tells them that a vital moment in their pasts is close to not happening. The moment that they realize how much they mean to each other. The moment where they fall in love. It tells them that their past selves are cruller to one another. That the dislike that they had experienced as children has grown to outright hate. And if it isn’t fixed, if the moment doesn’t happen - all is lost.
It takes Joe and Kevin most of the morning to even start to understand what he’s talking about, but once they get it, they get even more confused.
“So wait. Does that mean that this,” Joe says motioning to himself and Kevin, “will never happen?” It nods at his question and his face grows horrified. Kevin leans in and presses a kiss right behind his ear. Joe moans and calms instantly at his lover’s touch.
Kevin’s always been able to calm him down, and Joe loves that. And the first time that Kevin found that spot behind Joe’s ear, Joe was done for. Kevin rested his arm on Joe’s shoulder, playfully rubbing at the spot as he spoke to the thing.
“Okay, so how are we supposed to help though?” Joe’s damn near purring when Kevin finishes the question, so Kevin stops running his finger over the spot so that Joe doesn’t miss any important information.
“We are going to send you both back in time.” It always seemed to refer to this unknown ‘us’ or ‘we’ and it unsettles Kevin a little, but he nods his head slowly. Trying to grasp the concept.
“Once you are when you need to be, you will both have to convince the other’s past self that they love you.”
“Wait,” Joe speaks up, confused out of his brain. “We’re going to go back in time. And once we’re there, we have to make our past selves fall for each other? How the hell are we supposed to do that!”
It gave Joe an understanding look and then spoke. “You will have to make them fall in love with you. You will spend time with Kevin’s past self, convincing him of how much you love him, and Kevin will do the same with your past self.”
“Okay but won’t that just freak them out? Having two time travelers perusing them?” Kevin asks calmly, cuddling Joe silently.
“You are not to tell them about this. They are to be kept as far in the dark as possible. We are going to make you look as young as they look, so they won’t be confused.”
“Well won’t it be weird to have two Joe’s and two Kevin’s running around?” Joe asks, playing with the hem of Kevin’s shirt. He can’t believe how stupidly crazy this sounds.
“Our plan for that is to keep you and them in separate universes.” It speaks the sentence so naturally. As if that’s normal.
“Huh?” Kevin chuckles at Joe’s way with words and plays with his hair just a little bit.
“It will be as if we have placed you both in different rooms, each room playing the exact same day as the other. In one room will be Joe and Kevin’s past self, and in the other Kevin and Joe’s past self.” It paused there. Kevin nodded his head, Joe was still looking as if he didn’t understand.
“Does that make sense Joe?” Kevin asks concerned. Joe kind of has a thoughtful hurt look on his face. Like he’s trying to get something but just-hasn’t-quite-got it.
“Okay, so I’ll be with past Kevin and Kevin will be with past me, and we’ll both be living the same day, just in different places?” Joe asks, trying to configure it in his head still.
"Exactly." Kevin states, pressing a kiss to his lovers forehead.
“There isn’t much time. We have to get you there well before the time comes.” It said, looking up towards the ceiling.
“But it’s time travel, just send us back to a certain time.” Joe suggests confused again. It didn’t even try to explain to him why that can’t happen. Instead it says “It doesn’t work that way.” And seems to think that explains enough.
Joe’s not crazy about this idea. This means he won’t see Kevin - his Kevin - until they’re done. He’s not sure he can deal with not having Kevin love him again. Just-he can’t. Kevin’s his everything. He clings to Kevin a little tighter then he meant, causing Kevin to squeal.
Kevin was even more uneasy about this. Joe wasn’t exactly the easiest person to deal with back then. Mean, uncaring, and he absolutely hated Kevin. Well, Kevin supposes it wasn’t hate, seeing as they were able to put their differences aside and become lovers. But the idea of trying to convince Joe’s past self that Kevin was the one for him-it was borderline crazy.
It didn’t matter what they thought though, because they were both thrown into the air, flung onto something hard and then-
Kevin was alone. It was dark out, but his vision was slowly allowing him to see the darkened shapes of the room he was in. Just a few blinks more and Kevin realizes- it’s his old bedroom. He’s in his old room. Everything is exactly as it was when he was 17.
“PAUL KEVIN! YOU BETTER BE UP! YOU’RE GOING TO MISS YOUR BUS!!” His mother’s voice rings through the air, and he sits up out of the bed he once knew so well, and stumbles onto the floor.
He pulls on a pair of jeans and a white collared shirt that he hasn’t seen in years and dashes out of his room. He doesn’t really have time to see his old mom or anything, because the bus is already at the stop, and if he doesn’t hurry, he’ll be stuck walking to school.
But it doesn’t matter. The bus pulls away just as Kevin reaches the stop. He remembers yelling for the bus when he was 17, but he just rolls his eyes, also remembering how it never helped. He takes a deep huff and starts the walk to his old high school.
Kevin thinks about his high school. Well he tries at least-most of his memories aren’t very pleasant so he had been in the process of forgetting them. He remembers Joe. Remembers all of Joe’s friends used to get him alone in the parking lot and circle around him, pushing him back and forth until he felt so dizzy that he thought he would puke.
Kevin remembers the horrible food, and the never ending classes, the stupid pep rally’s and several other things that he doesn’t really care for. He looks ahead of him. The school isn’t far, and he picks up his pace in an attempt to not be late. But all of a sudden he feels someone push him.
Kevin tumbles forward, almost hitting the ground, when something else catches him. He knows those hands. Knows those arms, the smell-it’s Joe.
“Well well well, if it isn’t Paulie Wall.” Joe sneers unpleasantly. Kevin winces at the forgotten nick name Joe had placed on him, so many years ago. He looks up and there’s Joe. Perfect, amazing, beautiful Joe. Kevin almost reaches up to kiss him he looks so good, but Joe’s pushing him back now, and Kevin falls into the arms of some unwanted being.
Yeah. He remembers this.
Author: Robin Beta: darkangel86_07
Pairing: Jovin (Non-brothers)
Rating: Nc-17 overall
A/N: This is extremely A.U. guys.
Summary: Joe and Kevin haven’t always been as happily in love as they are today. Once upon a time they hated each other. But that’s all in the past now. Until a strange visitor comes to see them and turns their perfect life upside down.
Joe slides into bed beside his Kevin. He curls an arm around the sleeping man’s waist and pulls him in close, kissing his cheek and making Kevin groan a little in sleepy confusion. Joe presses his lips softly to Kevin’s neck next; massaging the pale, sensitive skin with his plump lips.
“Joe.” The word is drowned in sleepy grog and the lips that spoke it are instantly covered by Joe’s mouth. He pulls several happy moans and whimpers from the older man before pulling off and looking down into the face of the man he adores most.
“Time to get up baby.” Joe speaks softly to his lover.
Kevin sighs, and stretches his limbs high up before settling them back down around Joe’s shoulders and stomach. They stay that way for a long while; mumbling sweet nothings to the other, ghosting kisses over exposed skin. Kevin’s the first to actually get out of bed. He stands up, ignoring the annoyed whine Joe gives, and walks to the bathroom smiling.
Joe and Kevin haven’t always been like this. There was a time when they were younger where they absolutely couldn’t stand each other. Kevin sneers at the unpleasant memory of Joe tripping him in the lunchroom and Kevin falling flat into his salad and pudding. Yes, Kevin might have been the oldest but he was by far not the bully. Joseph was fierce.
Kevin steps into the shower, he sleeps naked so there’s no need to remove anything as he turns the knobs allowing the hot water to soak his skin. He sighs contently and thinks of Joe, in the bedroom. He’s probably still on the bed, doing absolutely nothing when he needs to be up getting ready for work.
Kevin smiles at the thought of his lover. Joe’s amazing in every way. Always has been. No matter how much of an ass he was to Kevin, Joe’s always been amazing. Kevin starts to slowly run the soap over his body, cleaning himself of the dried cum from the night before. He’s just about got all of it off of his chest when there’s a sudden change in the air of the bathroom. The air cools as if someone has opened a door, and Kevin chuckles, opening the shower curtain to tell Joe to go shower in the other bathroom. But it’s not Joe’s face that Kevin sees.
He yelps, jumping back slightly and nearly slipping and falling as he tries to cover his naked form. Kevin’s girlish squeal has Joe barging in to see what happened. He figures Kevin burned himself or saw a spider, but when Joe opens the door to see that there’s someone in the bathroom, his face goes red with anger, and he puts up his fists in defense of the intruder.
“Be still.” The voice from the - thing - is loud and deep. It shakes the entire room and causes Kevin to nearly fall, but Joe’s there, and he catches him before any harm is done. Joe doesn’t let go of Kevin, instead he holds onto him, protective, and ready to save him. Kevin’s kind of crouching behind Joe, still trying to cover his wet body from the - thing.
“What do you want!” Joe yells, partially to hear himself over the still falling water of the shower and partially from fear.
“I am here to help.” The booming voice breaks the not-so silence. Joe and Kevin shudder at the volume of it. He’s not yelling - it is a he - but just the volume of his spoken words are so loud.
Kevin clings onto Joe awkwardly, trying to hide himself still, when the - thing - approaches them. Joe straightens up, moving his hands out as if to protect his lover.
“There’s no time.” The voice announces loudly, “dress and then we will speak.” And just like that, the thing is gone. The only remembrance of it is the vibrations that are still shaking the room slightly from its last spoken word.
Joe immediately looks to his lover, moving his hands over Kevin’s body like he’s inspecting him for wounds. Kevin pulls Joe closer to him and whispers a shaking “I’m fine,” before kissing Joe’s shoulder dazed.
Joe turns the water off and grabs Kevin’s towel; drying the older man delicately. Kevin’s kind of spaced out. Not saying much, as Joe dries him, and Joe has to press several kisses to the underside of his jaw to finally get Kevin to wake up from his seeming trance.
They keep the physical contact between them the entire time. Joe practically pulls Kevin out of the bathroom, walking him to his drawer and helping him put a pair of boxers and a tee shirt on before sitting them both on the side of the bed. Kevin is trying to curl into Joe’s chest when the air of the room changes. A cool burst of air rushes the room and then he’s back.
Joe’s hold on Kevin, tightens and his face turns sour as the - thing - reenters their home. They don’t speak this time, just wait. Because whatever it is, it seems to want to talk to them. Wants them to listen to what it has to say. Then maybe it’ll go away. So Joe just holds onto Kevin, rocking him back and forth.
“Your fate is in peril.” The voice is still low, still grumbling, but it’s lower this time. As if someone has turned the volume down on it.
Joe and Kevin listen to it speak. It tells them that a vital moment in their pasts is close to not happening. The moment that they realize how much they mean to each other. The moment where they fall in love. It tells them that their past selves are cruller to one another. That the dislike that they had experienced as children has grown to outright hate. And if it isn’t fixed, if the moment doesn’t happen - all is lost.
It takes Joe and Kevin most of the morning to even start to understand what he’s talking about, but once they get it, they get even more confused.
“So wait. Does that mean that this,” Joe says motioning to himself and Kevin, “will never happen?” It nods at his question and his face grows horrified. Kevin leans in and presses a kiss right behind his ear. Joe moans and calms instantly at his lover’s touch.
Kevin’s always been able to calm him down, and Joe loves that. And the first time that Kevin found that spot behind Joe’s ear, Joe was done for. Kevin rested his arm on Joe’s shoulder, playfully rubbing at the spot as he spoke to the thing.
“Okay, so how are we supposed to help though?” Joe’s damn near purring when Kevin finishes the question, so Kevin stops running his finger over the spot so that Joe doesn’t miss any important information.
“We are going to send you both back in time.” It always seemed to refer to this unknown ‘us’ or ‘we’ and it unsettles Kevin a little, but he nods his head slowly. Trying to grasp the concept.
“Once you are when you need to be, you will both have to convince the other’s past self that they love you.”
“Wait,” Joe speaks up, confused out of his brain. “We’re going to go back in time. And once we’re there, we have to make our past selves fall for each other? How the hell are we supposed to do that!”
It gave Joe an understanding look and then spoke. “You will have to make them fall in love with you. You will spend time with Kevin’s past self, convincing him of how much you love him, and Kevin will do the same with your past self.”
“Okay but won’t that just freak them out? Having two time travelers perusing them?” Kevin asks calmly, cuddling Joe silently.
“You are not to tell them about this. They are to be kept as far in the dark as possible. We are going to make you look as young as they look, so they won’t be confused.”
“Well won’t it be weird to have two Joe’s and two Kevin’s running around?” Joe asks, playing with the hem of Kevin’s shirt. He can’t believe how stupidly crazy this sounds.
“Our plan for that is to keep you and them in separate universes.” It speaks the sentence so naturally. As if that’s normal.
“Huh?” Kevin chuckles at Joe’s way with words and plays with his hair just a little bit.
“It will be as if we have placed you both in different rooms, each room playing the exact same day as the other. In one room will be Joe and Kevin’s past self, and in the other Kevin and Joe’s past self.” It paused there. Kevin nodded his head, Joe was still looking as if he didn’t understand.
“Does that make sense Joe?” Kevin asks concerned. Joe kind of has a thoughtful hurt look on his face. Like he’s trying to get something but just-hasn’t-quite-got it.
“Okay, so I’ll be with past Kevin and Kevin will be with past me, and we’ll both be living the same day, just in different places?” Joe asks, trying to configure it in his head still.
"Exactly." Kevin states, pressing a kiss to his lovers forehead.
“There isn’t much time. We have to get you there well before the time comes.” It said, looking up towards the ceiling.
“But it’s time travel, just send us back to a certain time.” Joe suggests confused again. It didn’t even try to explain to him why that can’t happen. Instead it says “It doesn’t work that way.” And seems to think that explains enough.
Joe’s not crazy about this idea. This means he won’t see Kevin - his Kevin - until they’re done. He’s not sure he can deal with not having Kevin love him again. Just-he can’t. Kevin’s his everything. He clings to Kevin a little tighter then he meant, causing Kevin to squeal.
Kevin was even more uneasy about this. Joe wasn’t exactly the easiest person to deal with back then. Mean, uncaring, and he absolutely hated Kevin. Well, Kevin supposes it wasn’t hate, seeing as they were able to put their differences aside and become lovers. But the idea of trying to convince Joe’s past self that Kevin was the one for him-it was borderline crazy.
It didn’t matter what they thought though, because they were both thrown into the air, flung onto something hard and then-
Kevin was alone. It was dark out, but his vision was slowly allowing him to see the darkened shapes of the room he was in. Just a few blinks more and Kevin realizes- it’s his old bedroom. He’s in his old room. Everything is exactly as it was when he was 17.
“PAUL KEVIN! YOU BETTER BE UP! YOU’RE GOING TO MISS YOUR BUS!!” His mother’s voice rings through the air, and he sits up out of the bed he once knew so well, and stumbles onto the floor.
He pulls on a pair of jeans and a white collared shirt that he hasn’t seen in years and dashes out of his room. He doesn’t really have time to see his old mom or anything, because the bus is already at the stop, and if he doesn’t hurry, he’ll be stuck walking to school.
But it doesn’t matter. The bus pulls away just as Kevin reaches the stop. He remembers yelling for the bus when he was 17, but he just rolls his eyes, also remembering how it never helped. He takes a deep huff and starts the walk to his old high school.
Kevin thinks about his high school. Well he tries at least-most of his memories aren’t very pleasant so he had been in the process of forgetting them. He remembers Joe. Remembers all of Joe’s friends used to get him alone in the parking lot and circle around him, pushing him back and forth until he felt so dizzy that he thought he would puke.
Kevin remembers the horrible food, and the never ending classes, the stupid pep rally’s and several other things that he doesn’t really care for. He looks ahead of him. The school isn’t far, and he picks up his pace in an attempt to not be late. But all of a sudden he feels someone push him.
Kevin tumbles forward, almost hitting the ground, when something else catches him. He knows those hands. Knows those arms, the smell-it’s Joe.
“Well well well, if it isn’t Paulie Wall.” Joe sneers unpleasantly. Kevin winces at the forgotten nick name Joe had placed on him, so many years ago. He looks up and there’s Joe. Perfect, amazing, beautiful Joe. Kevin almost reaches up to kiss him he looks so good, but Joe’s pushing him back now, and Kevin falls into the arms of some unwanted being.
Yeah. He remembers this.