TSN RPS fic: Meet me in New York. Epilogue
Title: Meet me in New York. Epilogue
Author: sanann
Genre: RPS, slash
Pairing: Andrew/Jesse
Word count: ~900
Beta: awesome twivamp92
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Andrew and Jesse being their adorable selves
Summary: This is a story about Andrew coming to New York to shoot the new Spider-Man movie and Jesse being happy to see his best friend. This is also a story about Jesse realizing he's in love with said best friend.
Epilogue
The next few days Jesse splits his time between writing his script and hanging on Spider-Man set.
Andrew insists on Jesse coming on set every day for support, which means mostly hanging in his trailer during breaks.
It means kissing Andrew’s closed eyelids and guarding his sleep when he dozes off. It means obediently chewing on the food under Andrew’s glare. It also means trying to catch his breath when Andrew’s body pushes into him, shoving his thighs apart.
Unfortunately, Jesse has to deal with Emma who makes kissy faces at them and demands to become a godmother of their first child.
First time Emma sees them, she shrieks, “You are holding hands! Cute hands holding alert!”, and Jesse attempts to jerk his hand away awkwardly but Andrew doesn’t let him, tightening his grip.
So, Jesse slips her cell phone number to Justin, assuring him that she’s his biggest fan since N’Sync times and she finds him dreamy, and just wishes for him to call her and sing ‘Tearin' Up My Heart’ (Jesse even made an effort of Googling N’Sync song lyrics before choosing the right song).
Jesse may or may not completely forget about that one time during promoting Zombieland when Emma confessed how much she hated boy bands, especially, that one with Britney’s ex pet, the one with curly hair, no offense, Jesse.
After, Emma doesn’t talk to him, so Jesse promises her he’ll Google for Justin’s embarrassing childhood pictures for her to post online, and they’re even.
Before the last shooting day of Spider-Man, Jesse wakes up to Andrew nuzzling his neck, dry lips brushing side of his jaw.
It’s still dark and Jesse slurs, “Shh, sleep now.”
Andrew buries his face into Jesse’s neck and just breathes.
Jesse pulls blanket higher to cover Andrew’s back, curling his hand around Andrew’s warm shoulders, and starts to doze off.
“C’mon, Jess, I need you out there with me.” Andrew says somewhere into Jesse’s collarbone, and he sounds like it’s important.
Jesse blinks his eyes open, taking in his surroundings, viewing mop of brown hair - Andrew’s head resting on Jesse’s chest, Jesse’s pale hand covering Andrew’s golden skin territorially.
Jesse swallows thickly, mouth dry and croaks, “okay.”
They eat some breakfast and fill the cats’ bowls before heading out, and when Jesse looks at Andrew, receiving Andrew’s warm sleepy smile in answer, Jesse knows he’d follow Andrew anywhere.
Before heading outside, Andrew puts on one of his hipster hats and wraps his ridiculous green scarf around Jesse’s neck, mumbling, “It’s cold there,” and Jesse doesn’t even open his mouth to protest.
They walk the streets and it feels like it’s just them, as if the feelings and sensations locked inside Jesse’s apartment are spilling over into the streets, widening the borders, and they can let themselves be who they are.
New York isn’t awake, streets dark and almost empty, and when Andrew grabs Jesse’s hand, he glances sideways at Andrew and smiles, the light feeling inside his chest forcing him want to laugh or to cry.
Andrew doesn’t tell him where they’re going and Jesse doesn’t ask, but shortly before reaching the place - only one block from the building - Jesse understands.
Jesse brings up their tangled fingers, lips quickly brushing over Andrew’s knuckles, while he stares right ahead, not pausing in his walk.
Andrew stops, forcing Jesse to stop as well, and when Jesse cranes his neck to look at him, Andrew watches him silently, eyes shining, as if Jesse is the most amazing thing in the world.
They end up standing on the rooftop of the building where their lives have completely changed.
Andrew’s hands envelop Jesse, Andrew’s chest pressed to Jesse’s back, his chin on Jesse’s shoulder, and they stare silently at New York in front of them, sun slowly coming up.
“I am Kate Winslet in this scenario, aren’t I?” Jesse breaks silence.
“You won’t ruin this moment for me, Jesse Eisenberg,” Andrew attempts to keep himself from giggling. Jesse feels with his back tremors coming from Andrew’s body.
Jesse smiles and just lets himself breathe quietly for a few moments, watching the city.
“It’s beautiful here. Thank you.” For everything, really. Thank you for everything.
Andrew says the words into his neck, sighing, “I just- I just wanted to share your city with you. To feel what you feel.”
Jesse’s heart starts beating faster; he turns inside the circle of Andrew’s arms and asks, not bothering to keep hope from his voice, “Is there a chance for this city to become yours?”
Andrew looks at him, eye big and nods, swallowing thickly. And there’s so much in his eyes, emotions that won’t fit into the words, and Jesse doesn’t need more reassurance from Andrew.
In that right moment he realizes, he never felt so confident about anything in his life.
He looks at Andrew, eyes serious, “You know my therapist told me once that I deserve to be happy. So, I think I do- I deserve my happiness. I mean, I deserve you.”
Andrew smiles blindingly and kisses him in answer.
Ryan Adams - Wonderwall
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
The End
Author: sanann
Genre: RPS, slash
Pairing: Andrew/Jesse
Word count: ~900
Beta: awesome twivamp92
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Andrew and Jesse being their adorable selves
Summary: This is a story about Andrew coming to New York to shoot the new Spider-Man movie and Jesse being happy to see his best friend. This is also a story about Jesse realizing he's in love with said best friend.
Epilogue
The next few days Jesse splits his time between writing his script and hanging on Spider-Man set.
Andrew insists on Jesse coming on set every day for support, which means mostly hanging in his trailer during breaks.
It means kissing Andrew’s closed eyelids and guarding his sleep when he dozes off. It means obediently chewing on the food under Andrew’s glare. It also means trying to catch his breath when Andrew’s body pushes into him, shoving his thighs apart.
Unfortunately, Jesse has to deal with Emma who makes kissy faces at them and demands to become a godmother of their first child.
First time Emma sees them, she shrieks, “You are holding hands! Cute hands holding alert!”, and Jesse attempts to jerk his hand away awkwardly but Andrew doesn’t let him, tightening his grip.
So, Jesse slips her cell phone number to Justin, assuring him that she’s his biggest fan since N’Sync times and she finds him dreamy, and just wishes for him to call her and sing ‘Tearin' Up My Heart’ (Jesse even made an effort of Googling N’Sync song lyrics before choosing the right song).
Jesse may or may not completely forget about that one time during promoting Zombieland when Emma confessed how much she hated boy bands, especially, that one with Britney’s ex pet, the one with curly hair, no offense, Jesse.
After, Emma doesn’t talk to him, so Jesse promises her he’ll Google for Justin’s embarrassing childhood pictures for her to post online, and they’re even.
Before the last shooting day of Spider-Man, Jesse wakes up to Andrew nuzzling his neck, dry lips brushing side of his jaw.
It’s still dark and Jesse slurs, “Shh, sleep now.”
Andrew buries his face into Jesse’s neck and just breathes.
Jesse pulls blanket higher to cover Andrew’s back, curling his hand around Andrew’s warm shoulders, and starts to doze off.
“C’mon, Jess, I need you out there with me.” Andrew says somewhere into Jesse’s collarbone, and he sounds like it’s important.
Jesse blinks his eyes open, taking in his surroundings, viewing mop of brown hair - Andrew’s head resting on Jesse’s chest, Jesse’s pale hand covering Andrew’s golden skin territorially.
Jesse swallows thickly, mouth dry and croaks, “okay.”
They eat some breakfast and fill the cats’ bowls before heading out, and when Jesse looks at Andrew, receiving Andrew’s warm sleepy smile in answer, Jesse knows he’d follow Andrew anywhere.
Before heading outside, Andrew puts on one of his hipster hats and wraps his ridiculous green scarf around Jesse’s neck, mumbling, “It’s cold there,” and Jesse doesn’t even open his mouth to protest.
They walk the streets and it feels like it’s just them, as if the feelings and sensations locked inside Jesse’s apartment are spilling over into the streets, widening the borders, and they can let themselves be who they are.
New York isn’t awake, streets dark and almost empty, and when Andrew grabs Jesse’s hand, he glances sideways at Andrew and smiles, the light feeling inside his chest forcing him want to laugh or to cry.
Andrew doesn’t tell him where they’re going and Jesse doesn’t ask, but shortly before reaching the place - only one block from the building - Jesse understands.
Jesse brings up their tangled fingers, lips quickly brushing over Andrew’s knuckles, while he stares right ahead, not pausing in his walk.
Andrew stops, forcing Jesse to stop as well, and when Jesse cranes his neck to look at him, Andrew watches him silently, eyes shining, as if Jesse is the most amazing thing in the world.
They end up standing on the rooftop of the building where their lives have completely changed.
Andrew’s hands envelop Jesse, Andrew’s chest pressed to Jesse’s back, his chin on Jesse’s shoulder, and they stare silently at New York in front of them, sun slowly coming up.
“I am Kate Winslet in this scenario, aren’t I?” Jesse breaks silence.
“You won’t ruin this moment for me, Jesse Eisenberg,” Andrew attempts to keep himself from giggling. Jesse feels with his back tremors coming from Andrew’s body.
Jesse smiles and just lets himself breathe quietly for a few moments, watching the city.
“It’s beautiful here. Thank you.” For everything, really. Thank you for everything.
Andrew says the words into his neck, sighing, “I just- I just wanted to share your city with you. To feel what you feel.”
Jesse’s heart starts beating faster; he turns inside the circle of Andrew’s arms and asks, not bothering to keep hope from his voice, “Is there a chance for this city to become yours?”
Andrew looks at him, eye big and nods, swallowing thickly. And there’s so much in his eyes, emotions that won’t fit into the words, and Jesse doesn’t need more reassurance from Andrew.
In that right moment he realizes, he never felt so confident about anything in his life.
He looks at Andrew, eyes serious, “You know my therapist told me once that I deserve to be happy. So, I think I do- I deserve my happiness. I mean, I deserve you.”
Andrew smiles blindingly and kisses him in answer.
Ryan Adams - Wonderwall
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
The End