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Jesse has replayed the moment in his head so many times, to the point where he thinks he might be fabricating it a little bit, but then all he has to do is remember the look on the face of the audience to feel the horror and the shame wash over him again.
It was almost the same as last time, babbling about nothing, and then the interviewer brought up Jesse, which obviously set Andrew off singing about how fantastic he was, and how he was such a pleasure to work with, etc etc, oh and 'you should hear the little burps he does after er- yeah, it's actually incredibly cute. Oh, but not that he does that, I mean, if he did do that, I'm sure he would- Not that I'm sure he would do that, I mean I'm sure he would be cute about it..'
Jesse had frozen in his seat, not daring to look at Andrew for fear of his partner's safety, and that of everyone around him. The audience weren't sure whether to laugh or not, so they seemed to give a half-arsed suppressed giggle, a you-just-went-too-far kind of laugh. You could see Andrew's face flooding with shame and embarrassment and guilt, and the interviewer must have picked up and that because he moved on to talking about Spider Man, his tone a little higher this time.
So far they had been quite luckily with the media. The whole 'together' thing had been forgotten, no one had really thought anything of it. But this was different, this was going to haunt them forever. Shit sticks, and this was definitely the biggest pile of shit Jesse had ever found himself in.
Luckily, the interviewer had agreed to cut that bit out and replace it with a trailer for Spider Man. Not that that changed anything, the audience had still heard it, and there was a good 100 to 150 people there, any of which could go straight to the media and report what they had heard. Jesse had considered disappearing of the radar, hiding out in a cave somewhere until the world forgot he ever existed, but then Andrew told him to calm the fuck down and that's when they had their first big row. One that ended in slammed doors and tears.
It was Andrew's fault, they both knew that, and although Andrew was incredibly sorry, he was starting to feel like Jesse was using this as an excuse to break up with him. Which obviously upset him a lot more than the fact Jesse was furious with him.
After the argument, which involved Jesse screaming at Andrew for a good 30 minutes about trust and making a fucking effort not to tell the whole world about our sex life, which by the way, is completely fucking over! and Andrew trying really hard not to cry, Jesse stormed out of the flat and disappeared into the night. Andrew didn't bother following him because he knew he was on very thin ice already. So instead he curled up on the sofa and cried into his hands.
Andrew had figured it wasn't what he had said that had made Jesse so angry, it was how little he seemed to care about it, the fact that his attempt to cover it up was pathetic, and of course this being the second time and three weeks that Andrew had said something he shouldn't have.
And now he hated himself for being so stupid, he hated himself for not making an effort to watch what he said, but mostly he hated himself for ruining a relationship which had been so delicate and fragile to begin with.
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You've reduced me to incoherence, and I love it. I'm just praying there's fluff and happiness at the end (Although angst would be awesome too). You are awesome, author!anon!
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I swear there will be fluff and many cuddles at the end :)
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When Gina answered the door to Jesse she seemed more than pleasantly surprised, pulling him into two or three hugs while squealing "I've missed you so much!"
"I've missed you too, can I er- can I talk to you for a bit?"
"Of course," Gina dropped the happy-go-lucky tone and stepped aside. "Come in."
Once they were comfortably seated in the front room, well, bedroom turned living area, Gina offered him a coffee, but Jesse refused politely.
Gina was small and a little bit plump. She smiled at anyone and everyone, that's just the type of person she was. Not to mention she was the only person in the whole world who officially knew about Jesse and Andrew's 'special friendship'. She'd known right from the start, not because Jesse had told her, but because she seemed to have an overwhelming ability to figure things out just from a look. Oh, and the BBC News interview, that might have helped too.
"I'm guessing it's Andrew?" Gina asked as she sat on the sofa beside Jesse, pulling her feet up to tuck under her thighs while sipping from a mug of hot chocolate.
Jesse nodded.
"What's prince charming done this time then?"
Jesse was chewing on his finger nails as per usual, and it took him a few moments to actually answer her. He considered the 'everything is fine' approach, but he knew it would seriously offend Gina's intellect to expect her to believe that, and besides, he came here for advice, not hot chocolate and marsh mellows.
"He said something, something he shouldn't have said, it was the BBC News interview all over again," Jesse said suddenly, a hesitant look in his eyes. "It was cut out, but the audience still heard it, and I don't know if I can forgive him this time.."
Gina looked like she was holding back a laugh. "What the hell did he say? It must have been pretty bad, I mean this is the guy you've been in love with for almost a year Jess,"
This was another word that Jesse wasn't ready to use yet. He didn't even want to think about that word, and he certainly didn't want to be hearing it. It terrified him to no end.
"It doesn't matter what he said, it's the fact this is the second time it's happened, and he knew how upset and angry I was the first time it happened," Jesse fiddled with the strings on his hoodie, trying to resist the urge to suck the ends for comfort, but then he remembered Andrew's comment on the interview and directed his line of sight towards Gina, who was saying something about Andrew being very sorry and just a bit clumsy with his speech.
"He's an actor," Jesse interrupted with a sad smile, "He's not clumsy with his speech, otherwise he'd give away all sorts of spoilers about his films. He's just clumsy when it comes to talking about me."
Gina raised her eyebrows, "And you don't think that's just because he's madly in love with you? That he's still in the giddy phrase where he can barely control his actions?"
Jesse stayed silent, mulling things over in his head. She'd used the forbidden word again, but what if she was right? What if Jesse had totally over-reacted and now he really had messed things up, what if when he got back to the flat, Andrew was gone?
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When Jesse finally got back to his flat Andrew was asleep on the sofa. He'd only been gone three hours but he could tell Andrew had been asleep a while because his breathing had almost stopped. The first time this happened Jesse had freaked out. They had fallen asleep together in bed after, well, experimenting, and when Jesse woke up at 4 in the morning to use the bathroom, he noticed Andrew was dead. Or so he thought. Naturally he panicked and began shaking Andrew viciously, shouting repeatedly wake up, please wake up, don't die on me Andrew!
Of course now he realised that Andrew wasn't actually dead, he just had this really terrifying habit of barely breathing when he was in a deep sleep. It still freaked Jesse out but he knew it didn't mean anything, Andrew was indeed still alive, and just very very tired.
It was this memory that made Jesse gently shake Andrew's shoulder. Andrew opened his eyes and blinked a few times. Before he could say anything Jesse leant over and kissed him on the lips upside down. Andrew loved upside down kisses, and Jesse had made a habit of only administrating them on special occasions.
"I'm sorry Spiderman." Jesse whispered softly, still hovering over Andrew's face.
Andrew reached up and linked his hands around Jesse's head, pulling him down for another kiss.
"I'm the one who should be sorry," Andrew answered when he finally pulled away for air. Jesse shook his head and moved round onto the sofa. Andrew quickly scooted up to make room and automatically moved his arm so that Jesse could rest his head on his shoulder. "I totally fucked up, I should never have said those things."
"Andrew, I'm terrified," Jesse said calmly, closing his eyes and resting his hand on Andrew's chest. "I'm terrified because I think I'm serious about you, and you doing these things, saying these things, it's like you're, well, not."
Andrew looked down at Jesse with his mouth hung open a little. "What, no, please don't think that, I say these things because I am serious about you, and you, you have some ridiculous effect on me where I do things and say things that I shouldn't, but I can't help it, the moment someone mentions you I just sort of, I feel like I need to tell the whole world how much you mean to me, and I'm so sorry because I realise that in doing so, I always end up going way too far, and I'm going to try really hard not to do that anymore. But please don't ever think I'm not serious about you, because I am, and I'm still sorry."
Jesse opened his eyes and reached up for several more kisses. "Hmm, okay, I think I can forgive you," He said between breaths, a cheeky grin creeping onto his face, "But if you ever say anything like that again, I swear to God, I will show them the noise you make when I do that thing with my tongue."
There was a moment of silence and then Andrew said, "What thing?" playing his innocence way over the top, "I think you're going to have to show me, I seem to have forgotten."
Jesse glared for a few seconds, and then dropped the act and pulled both himself and Andrew off the sofa. "Garfield, bedroom, now."
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I agree, I'm not sure how much Jesse can take, we'll have to see ;)
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Loved the upside down Spiderman kiss! Such an adorable story! It makes me smile!! Thank you!
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"Good," Jesse reached for his glasses and jumped out of bed, leaving Andrew reaching out pathetically to try and get his lover to come back to bed.
"Ten minutes," Andrew whined, half collapsed on his side in an attempt to grab Jesse's wrist.
"Sorry spidey," Jesse pulled on a clean t-shirt, not much different from the ones he'd been wearing all week, just a paler blue this time. "I'm gonna go grab some breakfast from the cafe, you want me to get you anything?"
Andrew bit his lip in thought, and then saw the look on Jesse's face. He forgot how much Jesse liked it when he bit his lip. So he did it again. This time with the best bedroom eyes he could muster.
Jesse simply couldn't resist, and crawled back on to the bed, mounting his lover and kissing him before Andrew even had chance to crack a victory grin.
"You are terrible," Jesse said after fifteen minutes had passed of fierce kissing and frolicking. "It's twenty past 8, I need to have a shower yet."
Andrew tugged at Jesse's shirt. "But you're already dressed, skip the shower and spend another half hour in here with me."
"You could always come in the shower with me?" Jesse's voice was quiet and seductive, something he had recently learnt to master. Andrew began pulling off his boxer shorts.
"Fuck breakfast, go get the shower on."
Four hours later and they were both sat around a circular table. After some very rough shower sex Andrew just wanted to go back to bed, but of course, life was cruel, so here he was, red raw lips and peckish. Jesse was nodding along while the interviewer, Andrew had forgotten his name, droaned on and on about The Social Network, surprise surprise. Jesse looked smart in his new suit and tie, but Andrew could barely appreciate this fully clothed being when he knew what lay beneath.
"I understand you're very close," The interviewer laughed, and the atmosphere suddenly became very tense and awkward. Andrew swallowed a lump in his throat.
"Yes," Jesse answered simply, stealing a sideways glance at Andrew, who was staring into his own lap. He coughed softly.
Andrew looked up and caught Jesse's eye. Andrew had expected to see a 'Watch your mouth!' type of look, but Jesse looked genuinely happy, excited even.
"We even have nicknames," Jesse continued, still staring at Andrew, who was looking awkwardly at the audience like he wasn't sure what was happening. Nicknames? Surely that was an out-of-bounds topic. "Andrew likes to call me Columbus, as a cheeky sort of joke."
Apparently not. And a cheeky sort of joke? Columbus was a strictly in-the-bed-room nickname.
"Well," Andrew interrupted as an attempt to cover his blushing face, "He likes to call me Spidey,"
The interviewer watched with laughter as the two boys continued to bring up nicknames, barely conscious of their audience.
"You call me Bambi!" Andrew exclaimed, a smirk creeping onto his face, "Even when you're sober!"
"I like calling you Bambi," Jesse replied honestly, "The resemblance is uncanny. Besides, you've called me plenty of things while you've been sober,"
"You have more nicknames for me than I have for you, and I'm going to ignore that first comment."
"Ahem, 'Jelly tot',"
"That was one time! And only because it rhymed with whatever I said before that,"
"No it never, and it was last week, while we were shopping for shoes you said 'what about these jelly tot'," Jesse was licking his lips excessively, the argument sparking into what would have been a play-fight-come-sex had they been in the flat.
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Author!anon- I love you, you are awesome, PLEASE make this fic go on forever and ever.
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Dear, you're amazing. Please update soon ♥♥♥
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The interviewer, Tom, was asking questions about Jesse's interests, and all Andrew could think of was sex. The way Jesse went down on him, the way Jesse curled his fingers inside Andrew's ass, the way he kissed Andrew's legs and thighs, it was all he could think about, and it wasn't long before Andrew realised he needed to use the bathroom for some serious alone time.
His relationship was Jesse had sparked out of no where. Well, the glass of red whine and 15 shots may have had an influence, but generally it was out of the blue, and Andrew felt like it could end any day. Not because he didn't think they were good together, but because when something seemed too good to be true, it generally was. So he treat every day with Jesse like his last, and every time they had sex like his last, and that's why he put so much into it, and he could tell Jesse was feeling the same thing too, like they were just waiting for someone to come along and stop all this madness. Like they were running out a time and before long they were going to have to wake up.
Andrew was still day-dreaming about dreams and fantasies and sex when they finally heard the signal that meant they had a 10 minute break. He jumped out of his seat and made for the nearest toilet, insisting to Jesse that he had drank too much water in the car that was all.
"Okay, I'll wait out here," Jesse said, sitting on one of the nearest comfy chairs. Andrew watched the way Jesse's jeans revealed an outline of his crotch when he sat down.
"Actually," Andrew said, pulling Jesse up by the arm, "You're coming with me,"
"Wha- Why?"
"Because I need you for a few minutes,"
"What do you need me for if you're just going for a pi-"
Jesse was cut off when Andrew closed the bathroom door behind them and kissed him forcefully on the mouth. It took barely a second for Jesse to respond, but when he did Andrew seemed to calm down a little. Jesse licked Andrew's lips and Andrew granted him the entrance he was asking for.
"I'm sorry," Andrew said warily, pulling away shortly after and feeling the back of Jesse's head for any bumps or bruises. "I didn't hurt you did I?"
Jesse laughed and licked his lips.
"No you never, but what did you really want me in here for?"
Andrew locked the bathroom door and turned on the lights. He had only just noticed they were in the dark.
"I need to jack off,"
Jesse took a moment to consider this statement.
"Okay, why do you need me?"
Andrew rolled his eyes, "I want to look at you, to, you know, speed up the process."
"Looking at me helps?" Jesse asked apprehensively. "Are you sure? I mean, I'm not that great to look at it, in fact-"
"Yes, it helps," Andrew captured him in another kiss and began to un-button his trousers. "It helps a lot,"
Jesse smiled against Andrew's lips and moved down towards his neck.
"At least," Jesse said in between soft kisses, "Let me do it,"
Andrew groaned in response. He knew all too well that if Jesse even touched him down there, it would be over in seconds. Especially if-
Jesse engulfed Andrew's erection before Andrew even had time to gather his thoughts.
"OHMY-" Andrew bit his bottom lip to stop himself screaming out. Jesse was on his knees, pushing Andrew against a wall and sucking him off. They were in a dirty bathroom and there were people walking past only a few meters away, but none of that mattered anymore and Andrew triggered within a minute.
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Jesse got his water and joined Andrew on the sofa, who refused to make eye contact for the sake of his dignity, which was so non-existent these days. He was so easy it was ridiculous. Jesse was edging closer and Andrew had a feeling that Jesse wasn't feeling quite as relieved as he was. He made a mental note to do very bad things to him when they got back to the flat.
"That was a lot of web there Spidey," Jesse said idly, placing his cup of water on the table in front of them. Tom, the interviewer, had apparently gone to talk to his angry wife outside for a few minutes.
"Excuse me?" Andrew tried not to choke on whatever air he had been breathing in at the time.
"I was just saying," Jesse bit his bottom lip and smiled with his bedroom eyes, "There was a lot of web, you must have been, pretty excited to produce that much."
"It's what I catch people with," Andrew contributed, his stomach doing somersaults at hearing Jesse speaking like this, especially in public. A few months ago it would have taken Jesse a good few hours in the bedroom before he'd even squeak a moan. "There needs to be enough to hold people up, you see."
"So this web, you use it on people?"
"All over them," Andrew nodded seriously, but his eyes were giving him away.
Jesse pressed his hand to his mouth and coughed a laugh. "Oh you dirty bitch,"
Andrew played on a shocked face. "After what you just did?"
"Your idea," Jesse replied, checking and double checking they had definitely taken their mics off before the break.
"No, my idea was to-"
"Jack off all over my face?"
Andrew could barely handle his emotions. Jesse had never spoken to him like this. He didn't know whether to be scared or turned on.
"Save it for later," Andrew answered, wondering where all this dirty talk was coming from. He was getting hard again.
"I am saving it for later," Jesse said, mainly to himself but loud enough for Andrew to hear.
"Can we please stop now? I'm extremely horny and you're making it so much worse,"
"How am I making it worse?" Andrew had never seen Jesse look so smug and horny and relaxed all at the same time.
"By sitting there!"
"I'm not doing anything!"
"You're being you! And I like you, you make me horny."
Jesse edged closer.
"I like you too,"
"I'm glad we cleared that up." Andrew moved away slightly while giving Jesse the most affectionate look he could muster. "But you want me to behave and watch what I say and how can I do that in this state?"
Jesse was about to say something when Tom came out of nowhere and sat down on the sofa opposite him.
"We ready folks?"
"Mhmm," Jesse smiled, moving a good few inches away from Andrew and putting on his serious actor face. He could still taste Andrew in the back of his throat.
The interview continued for another fifteen minutes before anything interesting happened. Jesse was answering question about David Fincher while Andrew stared down at his knees.
Eventually they were addressed the question Andrew had been dreading: 'What do you think will happen to you both when all the promoting has finished? Do you think you'll still be friends?'
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