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He was still pissed at Jesse for going round to Mark's house, and he couldn't even place why. He wasn't angry or jealous or scared or annoyed. He was just confused. Jesse had gone to Marks, but why? It seemed like there was a bigger picture to all of this, some gigantic metaphor Andrew was staring straight through.
Or maybe this was just one of those things about Jesse that Andrew didn't know yet. Maybe Jesse could get very very jealous but not be mad, he could disappear and not be mad, he could ignore all of your messages, but he definitly isn't mad. As long as he left a note stating what time he'd be home, then he isn't at all mad. That boy had issues, and Andrew was going to get to the bottom of them.
It was 3:08am and they were laid side by side in the pitch black and Jesse was asleep and Andrew was awake, but if this didn't get sorted out then Andrew was maybe going to commit suicide or something, so he pressed his cold feet against the back of one of Jesse's bare thighs.
Jesse startled and flew across the bed. Andrew grabbed his wrist just in time.
"Fuck! How many times-" Jesse was shouting and then he was mumbling because he realised it was still dark and it was 3am and he was Jesse, who didn't shout, "-Please just don't do that-"
"I was waking you up." Andrew cut him off, letting go of his wrist and turning on the lamp on his side of the bed. "I want to talk to you."
They were naked, apart from Jesse's secret wristband he wore at night so that he could chew it for comfort if he was having nightmares, and Andrew was suddenly aware of the body heat radiating from Jesse's body. He felt the familiar feeling in his chest that he got whenever one of his senses picked up on something that reminded him of when they first- well, when they first established an element of more-than-friendsness.
"Now?"
"Yes." Andrew watched Jesse pick up his glasses, wipe them, and then press them onto his face.
"Have I done something wrong?"
Andrew wasn't sure how to answer that.
"No, well, sort of. Can you please just tell me why you went to see Mark?"
Jesse swallowed a few times. Andrew watched him apprehensively. Their whole relationship was like walking on eggshells and this was basically Andrew stamping around and making a whole eggy mess. Maybe he should have just forgotten about it.
"I was, I was incredibly jealous. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone to see Mark." Jesse said, like he was reading from a script or something. It sounded more like Zuckerberg. Simple sentences and a hard stare in his eyes.
"What did you even say to him?"
"I apologised. I told him you kissed him, but only because you thought it was me, and we were both very sorry."
"And then?"
"And then he asked for my autograph and a photo." Jesse said.
"Oh. Right." Andrew nodded. Over the past two years he had experienced two different relationships. One of them was Eduardo and Mark, and the other was Andrew and Jesse. But this was new. This was Andrew and Mark. He wasn't sure how or when, but somewhere along the tracks of this incredibly rickety relationship, he had lost his connection with Jesse Eisenberg.
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"Tell me what really happened, and not the physical side." Andrew said. They were sat opposite each other, but it was too dark to see anything so they had to go off voices alone. They did the first night they admitted they felt things for each other.
Jesse took a deep breath.
"You went out, after I suggested staying here for Christmas. It was like, my first ever attempt at being serious, not that I'm not serious, I just don't say the serious things that I'm thinking because I think it's much wiser to keep them to myself, in case the recipient of my seriousness isn't as serious. Does that make sense? Well anyway, you went out and I, I don't think you realise just how serious I was, suggesting we stay here, I don't know what I was actually suggesting because I think 'staying here' might have actually been a metaphor for something else, but I didn't know what, it just felt like the right thing to say. And then you changed the subject and went out and had a good time with your friends, and it just sort of hit me, that while I was puking metaphors for love and commitment and Christmases together all you really wanted was to go out and have a good time. And then you rang me and you were drunk and I realised I should have been there with you, but instead I was like the over-bearing mother telling you to be back before midnight, and I got so angry with myself for being like that. So I decided to find this guy you kissed, and I went round to his house and I told him if he ever touched you or went near you again then I would kill him. And now I'm just in a state because I can't handle all of these emotions and I don't know if you're into this as much as I am, but I'm scared of asking in case you're not and then I look like a total dick. I just swore, I'm sorry. Is that what you were looking for?"
Andrew couldn't breathe. Whether it was because Jesse had just said the words 'You', 'love', and 'commitment' all in the same monologue or because he had actually run out of oxygen, he didn't know. Either way, he was going to pass out if he didn't get some air in the next few seconds.
"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said all of that-" Jesse began when Andrew dived out from beneath the quilt. "Please, just forget-"
Andrew was shaking his head and taking deep breaths and pulling on a pair of boxers and Jesse really thought he was going to leave.
"Oh God- Please don't leave, please, I didn't mean any of it, I don't love you at all, it's just sex."
Andrew was trying not to laugh but he couldn't help it and he couldn't even speak because oh God Jesse Eisenberg loved him, and they really should have spoken about this a long time ago but they were here now and Andrew had never witnessed a more beautiful place to be.
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Jesse was still wrapped in the quilt. He looked up at Andrew with big baby eyes and a bloody bottom lip.
"But you really need to stop biting your lips so hard. You're bleeding again."
Jesse touched his bottom lip gently and choked on a small laugh.
"Wait," He said, "You love me?"
"Yep."
"Okay." Jesse was nodding and trying not to look too ecstatic because honestly, a few seconds ago he was mentally preparing himself for Andrew's departure from his life.
Andrew sat on the edge of the bed, hands in his lap. "I'm not sure how it works in real life, but in the movies I think this is where-"
"Where I say 'I love you too'." Jesse finished quickly. "I thought I'd already said it, somewhere in that epic amount of verbal puke that just exploded from my mouth."
"You might have lied," Andrew was chewing the inside of his mouth. This was all so playful and nice and everything, but he really really just wanted Jesse to hurry up and say it. "I mean, you lied about apologising to Mark."
"Yes, I'm sorry about that, I shouldn't have lied. I didn't lie about the other part though, he really did ask for my autograph, and when he found out it was Andrew Garfield who had come on to him, well I think he almost fainted."
"I have that effect-"
"I love you too," Jesse said, one deep breath after another, "I love you and I'm sorry for everything that's happened where I've been really shit and I don't deserve you at all but please don't ever leave me."
It was all Andrew could do not to jump on Jesse and just consume his entire existence.
"I will never- I wouldn't- I couldn't!" Andrew was practically frothing at the mouth. "You're- You're Jesse and you're my Jesse and you are not shit at all, even though you just swore again, but you are not shit and I absolutely want to spend every single one of my Christmas holiday's with you. Despite the fact we don't actually celebrate it."
"I can still buy you a present. We just shouldn't tell anyone-" Jesse was abruptly cut off when Andrew pressed him into the mattress and forced him into a series of twenty or so delicious kisses.
"I love you Jesse Eisenberg and I just want to tell you that over and over,"
"I love you too, I love you I love you."
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Keep doing what you do, babe!
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This is going into my favourite fics list.
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