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Title: Changes and Highways
Author: catbrains
Fandom: Simple Plan
Pairing: Charles Comeau/Sebastien Lefebvre
Rating: This Chapter is rated PG. The story is rated NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: Charles always took the same route to work everyday, but decides it's time for a change.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charles Comeau, Sebastien Lefebvre, or any member of Simple Plan.
Author’s Notes: Beta'd by mystoryinstereo and periculosa
Chapter One
“Home, sweet home,” Charles muttered under his breath as he slipped his key into the door’s lock. They hadn’t spoken since Sebastien agreed to Charles’ offer for help. Sebastien contemplated turning on the car radio at some point to break the silence, but it felt like too much of an intrusion. Instead, he attempted to enjoy the silence between them as he fiddled around with his hands. When they arrived at Charles’ apartment complex, Sebastien knew he couldn’t change his mind at that point. But once inside, his eyes lit up. It had been two years since Sebastien lived in a place of his own. It had been two years since he stepped foot in a place that wasn’t crawling with insects, and had its own private shower, and he wasn’t expected to leave the next day.
“It’s not much bu-“ Charles stopped himself because he knew that for a man who was living in the streets it might be everything. “Let me show you around.” Charles displayed enthusiasm as he went from corner to corner of his apartment. Sebastien shoved his hands into his pockets, a smirk painted across his face, as he followed the other man closely behind.
There was nothing spectacular about Charles’ apartment, but the man still managed to shove towels around, go from room to room, and offer drinks with such excitement that Sebastien concluded Charles was probably proud that he had something. Charles settled with being excited; being proud scared him too much.
The walls were white and had absolutely no decorations. The cream-colored carpet blended in with the walls, along with the furniture. The only thing that stood out was a wine stain over in the carpet area near the kitchen. Even that was hardly visible.
“It’s,” Sebastien scrunched up his face up, wondering what he would do to add more personality if he owned the place, “nice.” He wasn’t lying; it was nice. Even if he didn’t enjoy the apartment, Sebastien didn’t have the right to complain. Charles didn’t even complain, but Charles never really formed an opinion of his place. His walls had always been white and his carpet cream-colored. His furniture had been his choice, but he didn’t claim the opportunity to bring something different in. Now that Charles actually thought about it, it did look nice, but nothing else.
Charles nodded and pointed to the towels he had handed to Sebastien earlier on in the tour. “Go ahead and take a shower, I’ll leave some clothes by the sink for you.”
Sebastien still wasn’t completely used to being in Charles’ home, and taking a shower in this unfamiliar environment scared him. He wandered off into the bathroom anyway, leaving Charles to head into the kitchen and call in sick for work. He hadn’t missed a day of work since he had begun working in the office, but he had never picked up a stranger and taken him home before either.
Charles slipped into the bathroom to ensure his promise to lend Sebastien some of his outgrown clothing. Steam was pouring out from behind the curtain and Charles imagined the man tilting his head back, enjoying the luxury of taking a hot shower in privacy for as long as he wished.
Charles was in the living room drinking a can of cheap beer he had tucked away from the far end of the refrigerator when Sebastien sat down next to him, trying not to sit too close. Charles didn’t look in Sebastien’s direction but focused on his drink instead.
“I think it’s nice.” Charles turned to see Sebastien smiling at him. He didn’t know what Sebastien meant, but he mumbled out a ‘thanks’ anyway. The other guy just laughed in return, shaking his head a little. He pointed to Charles’ drink, which was nearly finished at that point, but Charles still didn’t understand what Sebastien was trying to say.
“To have some sort of bad habit,” Sebastien continued and Charles looked down to his drink, finally understanding the other man clearly. He nodded, knowing that he had developed a few not so healthy habits throughout the years of his existence. He smoked often, but not in large quantities and hardly ever drank at all, but he did nonetheless. To Sebastien, Charles thought, his habits seemed to be something he always appeared to be doing.
“How can something bad be nice?” Charles secretly congratulated himself for catching Sebastien’s contradiction. Much to his surprise, Sebastien coughed out a laugh and Charles was left to stare at the other man’s Adams apple as it moved along with Sebastien’s vocal chords. It wasn’t as prominent as he’s seen before in other men, but it was still there. The man had a bit of a beard, running from his sideburns down to his neck. The hair itself wasn’t thick, course or even a lot, but it was clear to Charles that Sebastien hadn’t shaved in a while now. He wanted to ask the other man if he shaved regularly despite not being able to afford a home with proper meals or a bottle of cough medicine, which Charles figured Sebastien needed when they first caught sight of each other. His eyes never left the homeless man’s neck even though Sebastien’s laughter had died down within the past minute, and the man’s eyes were now looking directly at Charles.
“It can’t.” Sebastien cleared his throat when he felt Charles’ eyes on him for too long. “Something nice can be bad, though,” he continued, nodding along with his statement. He seemed happy, and Charles realized that emotion seemed not to come by often, leaving as quickly as it came. To this, he scooted closer and put his drink down to show his interest in the man’s words.
The homeless man didn’t elaborate; he just flashed a grin at the guy and stayed like that for the next couple of minutes. Charles was disappointed. He lifted himself off the cushions and wandered off into the bathroom, leaving Sebastien alone to assume he had went to use the toilet. Seconds after, he plopped back down into the comfort of the couch with a small box in his hand.
“It’s for your throat.” Charles shoved the box in Sebastien’s direction, not allowing the guy enough time for his curiosity to wonder. Sebastien thanked Charles as he looked down to the box and traced over the symptoms with his thumb.
“Life drains up a lot of your energy, your time, your confidence.” Sebastien looked up from the box and into Charles’ eyes. Charles sat back a little to indicate that he wanted to hear more. “You need something that you know you shouldn’t be doing to keep you sane.”
Author: catbrains
Fandom: Simple Plan
Pairing: Charles Comeau/Sebastien Lefebvre
Rating: This Chapter is rated PG. The story is rated NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: Charles always took the same route to work everyday, but decides it's time for a change.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charles Comeau, Sebastien Lefebvre, or any member of Simple Plan.
Author’s Notes: Beta'd by mystoryinstereo and periculosa
Chapter One
“Home, sweet home,” Charles muttered under his breath as he slipped his key into the door’s lock. They hadn’t spoken since Sebastien agreed to Charles’ offer for help. Sebastien contemplated turning on the car radio at some point to break the silence, but it felt like too much of an intrusion. Instead, he attempted to enjoy the silence between them as he fiddled around with his hands. When they arrived at Charles’ apartment complex, Sebastien knew he couldn’t change his mind at that point. But once inside, his eyes lit up. It had been two years since Sebastien lived in a place of his own. It had been two years since he stepped foot in a place that wasn’t crawling with insects, and had its own private shower, and he wasn’t expected to leave the next day.
“It’s not much bu-“ Charles stopped himself because he knew that for a man who was living in the streets it might be everything. “Let me show you around.” Charles displayed enthusiasm as he went from corner to corner of his apartment. Sebastien shoved his hands into his pockets, a smirk painted across his face, as he followed the other man closely behind.
There was nothing spectacular about Charles’ apartment, but the man still managed to shove towels around, go from room to room, and offer drinks with such excitement that Sebastien concluded Charles was probably proud that he had something. Charles settled with being excited; being proud scared him too much.
The walls were white and had absolutely no decorations. The cream-colored carpet blended in with the walls, along with the furniture. The only thing that stood out was a wine stain over in the carpet area near the kitchen. Even that was hardly visible.
“It’s,” Sebastien scrunched up his face up, wondering what he would do to add more personality if he owned the place, “nice.” He wasn’t lying; it was nice. Even if he didn’t enjoy the apartment, Sebastien didn’t have the right to complain. Charles didn’t even complain, but Charles never really formed an opinion of his place. His walls had always been white and his carpet cream-colored. His furniture had been his choice, but he didn’t claim the opportunity to bring something different in. Now that Charles actually thought about it, it did look nice, but nothing else.
Charles nodded and pointed to the towels he had handed to Sebastien earlier on in the tour. “Go ahead and take a shower, I’ll leave some clothes by the sink for you.”
Sebastien still wasn’t completely used to being in Charles’ home, and taking a shower in this unfamiliar environment scared him. He wandered off into the bathroom anyway, leaving Charles to head into the kitchen and call in sick for work. He hadn’t missed a day of work since he had begun working in the office, but he had never picked up a stranger and taken him home before either.
Charles slipped into the bathroom to ensure his promise to lend Sebastien some of his outgrown clothing. Steam was pouring out from behind the curtain and Charles imagined the man tilting his head back, enjoying the luxury of taking a hot shower in privacy for as long as he wished.
Charles was in the living room drinking a can of cheap beer he had tucked away from the far end of the refrigerator when Sebastien sat down next to him, trying not to sit too close. Charles didn’t look in Sebastien’s direction but focused on his drink instead.
“I think it’s nice.” Charles turned to see Sebastien smiling at him. He didn’t know what Sebastien meant, but he mumbled out a ‘thanks’ anyway. The other guy just laughed in return, shaking his head a little. He pointed to Charles’ drink, which was nearly finished at that point, but Charles still didn’t understand what Sebastien was trying to say.
“To have some sort of bad habit,” Sebastien continued and Charles looked down to his drink, finally understanding the other man clearly. He nodded, knowing that he had developed a few not so healthy habits throughout the years of his existence. He smoked often, but not in large quantities and hardly ever drank at all, but he did nonetheless. To Sebastien, Charles thought, his habits seemed to be something he always appeared to be doing.
“How can something bad be nice?” Charles secretly congratulated himself for catching Sebastien’s contradiction. Much to his surprise, Sebastien coughed out a laugh and Charles was left to stare at the other man’s Adams apple as it moved along with Sebastien’s vocal chords. It wasn’t as prominent as he’s seen before in other men, but it was still there. The man had a bit of a beard, running from his sideburns down to his neck. The hair itself wasn’t thick, course or even a lot, but it was clear to Charles that Sebastien hadn’t shaved in a while now. He wanted to ask the other man if he shaved regularly despite not being able to afford a home with proper meals or a bottle of cough medicine, which Charles figured Sebastien needed when they first caught sight of each other. His eyes never left the homeless man’s neck even though Sebastien’s laughter had died down within the past minute, and the man’s eyes were now looking directly at Charles.
“It can’t.” Sebastien cleared his throat when he felt Charles’ eyes on him for too long. “Something nice can be bad, though,” he continued, nodding along with his statement. He seemed happy, and Charles realized that emotion seemed not to come by often, leaving as quickly as it came. To this, he scooted closer and put his drink down to show his interest in the man’s words.
The homeless man didn’t elaborate; he just flashed a grin at the guy and stayed like that for the next couple of minutes. Charles was disappointed. He lifted himself off the cushions and wandered off into the bathroom, leaving Sebastien alone to assume he had went to use the toilet. Seconds after, he plopped back down into the comfort of the couch with a small box in his hand.
“It’s for your throat.” Charles shoved the box in Sebastien’s direction, not allowing the guy enough time for his curiosity to wonder. Sebastien thanked Charles as he looked down to the box and traced over the symptoms with his thumb.
“Life drains up a lot of your energy, your time, your confidence.” Sebastien looked up from the box and into Charles’ eyes. Charles sat back a little to indicate that he wanted to hear more. “You need something that you know you shouldn’t be doing to keep you sane.”