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“You didn’t know who I was back in the shop, right? Before your friend came in?” Andrew asks once he’s out of the bathroom. He looks good in red. Well, of course he looks good in red, Jesse tells himself. He’s a movie star. He looks good in everything. Jesse makes a mental note about watching more movies. Preferably with Andrew in them, he’s not going to lie.
He stares at his t-shirt on Andrew and it takes him a second to realize that he was asked a question. Before he can make even more of a fool of himself, Andrew repeats the question, smirking a little. Jesse’s face has probably the shade similar to Andrew’s clothing.
“I don’t really watch movies,” Jesse tells him, shuffling his feet a little. Andrew looks at him with a strange mixture of curiosity and amusement and Jesse contemplates fainting.
“So how did you know the name of the-- erm-- Rent song?”
Please let me faint-- faint faint faint
Nothing happens. Jesse wonders if asking the earth to open up and swallow him is too much.
“I-- uh-- I like musical theater.”
“That’s lovely!” Andrew beams. It’s a first. Usually saying musical theater makes his interlocutor giggle and go all musicals? really? Okay, maybe Jesse is a little eccentric. So what?
“Would you like something to eat? Or drink? Or anything, really, since I’ve probably already ruined your day. Is there anything I could do to make this up for you?”
“You already did. Kind of. It was the first time in years that someone didn’t know who I was. It was nice--” Andrew shakes his head a little and smiles brightly. Jesse is pretty sure that the sun is going to sue Andrew for stealing all brightness from the sky. When did I get so cheesy, Jesse asks himself and has this really great need to cover his face with his hands because he’s so ashamed of his own thoughts.
He really hopes Andrew doesn’t have any supernatural powers that allow him to read people’s minds. That would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it? “So, yeah. It was nice to meet you, Jesse Eisenberg.”
Jesse picks up what he thinks is a clue and leads Andrew to the front door.
“It was nice to meet you, too. Sorry again about spilling the tea,” he says, unlocking the door. He smiles and Andrew smiles back before going out.
So, this is it, Jesse tells himself.
He closes the door and covers his eyes with his hand, sighing heavily. He shakes his head then and looks down at his ruined shirt. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to go and change. As soon as he’s about to go upstairs to his room, someone’s knocking. Huh. Jesse walks back to the hallway and opens the door just to find himself facing Andrew again.
“Hi?” he asks, frowning. Maybe Andrew has changed his mind about everything being okay and now he wants to yell at Jesse. Yeah, okay, Jesse can deal with that.
“Hello!” Andrew says, chipper. Jesse’s confused. It must be showing on his face, because Andrew adds: “I forgot my bag.”
“Oh, sure. Right. Right, come in.” Jesse steps back, letting Andrew in and watches as the man goes to the bathroom. Jesse makes a mental note about Andrew having a nice ass. He feels weird and guilty while doing that, nonetheless, he doesn’t drop his gaze.
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They stay in his hallway, staring at each other somehow expectantly, Andrew with a shit-eating grin on his face and Jesse with an expression close to a frown. Andrew doesn’t seem to mind, looking at him somehow fondly.
Jesse shifts and Andrew smiles some more and some time later - because they’re still in the fucking hallway, staring at each other for what feels like an hour and Jesse reconsiders his sceptical approach to pushing Andrew against the wall - Jesse smiles back. He looks at Andrew’s lips briefly and looks away just as fast. Suddenly, Andrew moves, but not in the direction of the door but in Jesse’s and Jesse’s brain registers only the closeness of Andrew’s body next to his and--
Oh God. Yeah, okay. Okay. Okay. There’s Andrew’s mouth and just a hint of Andrew’s tongue and his brain and chest do something weird, like he’s getting not enough air. Oh. Maybe it’s because he’s mortified and he stopped breathing when Andrew’s fucking mouth touched his. Okay. Okay. Calm down, Jesse. No need to panic. Just a minute ago you were thinking about doing this to him, so what are you so nervous about? No need to panic, except how do I kiss another human? It’s not that he doesn’t know how, it’s just been so long since he and Rooney split up and--
It must be something like three seconds before Jesse’s brain catches up and he starts kissing Andrew back eagerly. Andrew whimpers softly with anticipation and puts one of his hands on the back of Jesse’s neck and okay, Jesse actually may be having a heart attack right about now. That would explain this weird clutch in his chest and all this heat. Doesn’t matter, though, because he pushes Andrew a little and now he’s indeed propped against the wall. Andrew whimpers again, but it’s muffled by Jesse’s mouth.
When they eventually part, Andrew looks flushed and more than a little flustered.
“Um--” Andrew starts, but before he can say anything, there’s a sound of key in the lock.
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“Hello, Jesse, my favorite neurotic friend!” Joe beams and passes both Jesse and Andrew, going to the kitchen from which he yells: “I’m home just for a sec, I’m going to grab something clean and then I’m out for a date. A date, Jesse! Do you hear me? I withdraw that question, I know you do.”
Jesse covers his face, trying not to look at Andrew’s delighted smirk. Meanwhile, Joe continues his monologue.
“You should try dating. How long has it been since you and Rooney split up? Doesn’t matter, you should be dating anyway. I’m sorry, mate, but she’s not coming back, not when she has that guy of hers--” Joe seems to be still saying something, but his voice drowns in the sound of the kettle. Jesse looks at Andrew then and he looks just as confused as Jesse feels.
“Probably best not to mention this to anyone,” Andrew mutters, barely audible.
“Right, oh, right. Don’t worry. I’m not going to mention this to anyone. Myself included. I mean, I’ll remember it, but I won’t mention it. To anyone.”
Andrew smiles fondly again and something in Jesse’s chest flips. He frowns when Andrew gets to the door, smiles at him again and mutters bye.
“Bye,” Jesse says, closing the door. He turns, staring at the hallway with a frown and just stands there.
“Why do you have a big tea stain on your shirt?” Joe asks and Jesse just shakes his head. Joe shrugs. “Okay, then. Up for movie night?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Good point. No,” Joe grins, all teeth and Jesse hates his life.
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I can't wait to read more :D
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Thanks for reading :)
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Writing, writing.
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