Louder Than Thunder [1]
Title: Louder Than Thunder [1]
Author: Jess>>>> bangxbangxdie7
Pairing:Micah/Jack and Stevie/Shaun *Original characters (link below)
Rating: PG-13ish
POV: Third
Summary: Micah and Shaun are two totally different guys with very different lives. One thing they share is a boyfriend with cancer. When they meet, they help each other cope even though they sometimes feel guilty about it...
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't copy.
Author Note: Hey guys this is my new story =] I love you, and I hope you like it <33 Between Love and Goodbye should be out in a few weeks!
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Stevie and Shaun had been inseparable since their freshman year. They met at the Freshman Social their school arranged for their class. They had the same shirt on and they knew from then on that they'd be best friends. Until they both realized they were in love with each other.
It didn't take very long. Stevie's desire for Shaun appeared within the first few months of knowing him, but the older boy didn't see it until he felt the same way two years later. Of course they dated other people and denied their feelings for each other internally to themselves but that only lasted for so long. After weeding out the 'bad' boyfriends they knew it was evident that they belonged together.
Stevie made the first move by not so nonchalantly brushing his hand up against Shaun's. Shaun felt his face get hot and the next thing he knew was that he had Stevie in his lap and that was all that mattered at the moment. One would point out that the first day of dating someone was too soon to have sex but not for Stevie and Shaun. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other. But they liked it that way, even though they got dirty looks from the straight boys at school.
Neither of them got their ass kicked or anything, just the usual verbal abuse from their peers. Didn't stop them. Two years going strong with hardly any fights at all.
"Stevie! Stevie! Stevie!!" the older boy exclaimed, knowing fully well he only had to say his boyfriends' name once to get his attention.
"Shaun! Shaun! Shaun! What?" the younger laughed, loving the way Shaun’s' eyes lit up when he asked.
"I got two tickets to go see Mayday Parade! For us! They were really cheap too. And and and I know how to get there and we should go. Cause I already got the tickets. It'll be really fun. Pleasepleaseplease?" Shaun used his puppy dog eyes even though he didn't need to.
"Okay, okay! Shaun you're so excited. I love seeing your cute little face all happy. How could I say no? You're the one with the car, besides, you'd drag me along even if I did say no." he explained, brushing his lovers' hair away from his eyes.
"Cause the last time I saw Mayday Parade was when they first came out and I was like 14. This is big. Like- totally big. I-"
"Shhh," Stevie cooed. "I know baby I know. Just remember when we go that you're with me and not Brooks okay? I know he's cute but you're all mine."
Shaun had been eye-gasiming over the quiet crazy-haired beauty in Mayday Parade ever since he knew he existed.
"Oh stop. You know I love you and only you. Don't act like you don't trust me. That hurts my feelings." he fake pouted and received a kiss.
"I know. Just joking, silly. Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we go to the park? It's probably the last day it's going to be over 70 degrees. We should take advantage of the nice weather we're having."
"Sounds good to me. I don't want summer to end...I wish it was summer forever. And ever and ever. But I want December 18th to snow. I like it when it snows on my birthday."
Stevie got used to Shaun's 8-year-old-ness a long time ago. It was one of Shaun's 'flaws' that made him cute. Immature in a cute little boy way. Although Stevie was younger, he acted more mature- but not by much. That was one of the reasons why they got along so terribly well.
They made it to the park okay, Shaun tried not to get distracted by all the pretty birds and assorted animals on the way there. He only stopped once to look at a baby deer. Which is good considering he usually made about three stops on average every trip they go on. His attention span was very short lived. Stevie couldn't wait until he passed his road test.
"Push me on the swings pretty please. My legs don't seem to be working- oh no..." Shaun said sarcastically, awaiting Stevie's starting push.
"I swear if you weren't so big- and I mean big as in tall not fat so shh,- that you could pass for a six year old." Stevie had probably told Shaun this a million times, but still he denied it and claimed himself 'a big boy.'
"Hey Stevie can we get ice cream later? I was thinking about it and we haven't got ice cream in a really long time. I know it's not really that warm out anymore but sometimes I still want ice cream."
Stevie nodded and forgot Shaun's back was to him. "Yeah, we can. I'll get mint chip I think. Maybe two flavors. Can't decide. You can only mix so much with mint chip."
"Cookie dough! Cookie dough and mint chip is what I'm gonna get. Mmm I'm so excited! Can we go now?" he jumped off the swing without realizing that it would hit his boyfriend on the way back. "Oh shit, I'm sorry Stevie. Are you hurt?"
The shorter boy rubbed his nose and shook his head. "No, I'm fine. But no ice cream yet. We still need to have dinner. And lunch. Did you even eat breakfast?"
Stevie had to act like a father to Shaun sometimes. He needed to make sure he ate right and took showers and put all his crayons away when he's done coloring. Shaun liked that Stevie cared enough to keep him in check.
"I had a pop tart. And a bagel. Apple juice. Some cheese. Oh and a twinkie." Some breakfast to have and still want ice cream. Stevie and Shaun were about the same size weight wise, but Shaun seemed to eat everything in sight while Stevie tried to eat healthy.
"Cheese, Shaun? Really? How did cheese fit into your breakfast- wait never mind. I'll never understand. Let's get lunch and go from there okay? What do you feel like? And please don't say Taco Bell..."
Shaun wined because he was JUST about to suggest Taco Bell. He was all out of ideas because he was probably thinking about Mexican food since he woke up. He shrugged his shoulders and put his pointer on his chin to brainstorm.
"What about...um. Oh come on, Stevie please can't we go to Taco Bell, I'll only get like five things, it'll be okay. Promise."
Stevie shook his head and tried really hard to resist The Eyes. "Shaun, no, Taco Bell is disgusting and I'm pretty sure we got it twice last week. Let's meet halfway and go to Chipotles' okay?"
Shaun forgets all about his desire for Taco Bell and claps his hands together. "I LOVE Chipotles'! Deal, let's go. Race you to the car!" he ran before he even said it- which made him a cheater.
"Not fair!" Stevie called out to him, trying his best to catch up to the older teen.
~
Micah was always a caretaker. Ever since he was a little boy. When his mom was sick he'd pick her flowers to make her feel better. When his dad was stressed out from work he'd make him an 'I love you daddy' card. Micah got his enjoyment out of taking care of things or people. It made him happy, it made him feel like he had a purpose in the world, and it was meaningful.
He also loved to bring in homeless animals from outside and ask, "Mommy, Daddy, look can we keep her? She's all alone outside." Every animal was a girl to Micah, even if it was obviously a boy. Nonetheless, Micah always wanted to nurture something. His parents thought he was just the cutest thing wanting to help poor defenseless animals; so of course they said yes (to select few) animals their son brought home.
Little did Micah know, that approximately 17 years later he would be taking care of something else. Something a bit more challenging. Like a human. A boy- his boyfriend. With cancer.
"How do you feel, Jack? Are you tired? Nauseous? Sick? All of the above?" Micah asked his younger lover, holding onto his hand as he got up. It saddened Micah to look at Jack, because he was hardly recognizable.
"I'm a bit tired, but that's normal from the chemo. I'll be all right. Thank you though, sweetie," he gave the older man a semi-reassuring smile.
He'd been through this so many times that it was almost unnecessary to ask.
Micah's heart broke a little more each day. Knowing that instead of getting better, his boyfriend was getting worse. Well, maybe not worse per say...but he definitely was not getting better. His condition was ever-changing for a better term.
They say that bad things happen to good people, and this was the best example of the expression. Jack was such a good person. He was one of those people that everyone liked, for many different reasons. He was never arrogant or pushy or mean. He was always caring and kind and peaceful.
"Do you want to take a nap? I'll wake you when food is ready?" Micah's eyes began to shine because he realized Jack had lost even more weight then he remembered. He used to be so healthy, so full of energy, so alive.
"No, I don't want to nap. I feel like I nap all the time. I'll help with cooking. What are we making?" Jack wasn't himself. And Micah knew it. He knew Jack was bored. Not with his life, he was bored because he didn't have anything to do during the day. Micah worked 6 days a week from 8 in the morning to 6 in the afternoon. That was unless Jack had an appointment or something medically related.
"Listen, Jack I...um. I don't want to pressure you- at all. I would never do that I just...I think you should sign up for college online." Jack was going to become an accountant. Not very exciting to most people, but to Jack it was great. He loved balancing accounting equations and filling out income statements and trail balances and such. He was going to college for it, but things didn't really go as planned.
"Micah...I- basically wasted your money. I dropped out. I couldn't ask you to-"
"You dropped out because you were sick, not because I couldn't afford it, okay? I'm the one who made you drop out in the first place. Jack, I love you. And I want you to do what you want to do. When you were younger I wanted you to focus on getting better and fighting this. Now that your older and I know you're capable of managing both, I want you to have that chance again."
Jack opened his arms and was soon wrapped up. He was so grateful to have a boyfriend as amazing and loving as Micah. He wished he wasn't sick because no matter how much they didn't show it or talk about it...it was killing their relationship. Slowly.
"I'll think about it. Really hard. For now I just want to help you make lunch. I don't want to make any decisions now while I'm all overwhelmed."
Micah smiled and kissed his boyfriend's temple. "Have you thought about what you'd like for lunch, I was just going to throw something together but I'll make whatever you want."
"Why don't we have...hm. Can we make campanelle pasta with broccoli raab? I liked it when we went out to eat the other day. If it's not a problem I mean I know it's a lot-" Micah could never deny Jack anything.
"We can make whatever you want. Italian bread and all," he said with a big smile. Jack loved his Italian bread. He could eat a whole loaf all by himself if no one stopped him.
Neither of them were Italian; Jack was half Irish and half Polish and Micah was a mutt of just about everything except Italian. But they enjoyed Italian food a lot, and they were actually really good at cooking Italian dishes. They used to cook together a lot more when Jack was...less sick, but Jack tried to help out whenever he could.
They made their meal like they usually did. Micah made sure he did most of the work because he was always worried that Jack would pass out at random. Jack tried to tell him millions of times that he was fine, absolutely fine, perfect and sure that he was sure he was fine. Overprotective? Maybe. But Jack knew that he meant well and only asked a million times because he cared.
Micah put a little bit more on Jack's plate hoping that maybe, just maybe he'd gain another pound. His weight was a constant reminder that Jack was sick. Besides his lack of hair- but Micah had gotten used to his peach fuzz a long time ago.
He was still beautiful in Micah's eyes. He was still the Jack he fell in love with. His appearance wasn't everything to Micah, even though it was clearly evident that Jack was a stunning young man. His attractively white complexion looked more like a glow. His teeth were perfect, skin was flawless and his height was just right. He stood only an inch shorter than Micah, but then again Micah was six foot two. Just the right amount of height difference so neither of them had to bend any when they kissed.
"I love you, Jack." Micah whispered in his lovers' ear while he put a warm blanket over him.
Jack got really tired after he ate- which was normal. He tried to fight his fatigue and tell Micah he was not going to take a nap but Micah convinced him that he needed his rest. Jack always listened to Micah eventually because he knew he was only doing what was best for him.
"Wait, Micah- um. Could...could you just lie here with me please? At least until I fall asleep. I just. I mean- I'm still really cold."
Micah kicked off his shoes and came under the blanket; enveloping Jack into his arms. "Now rest, baby. I'll keep you warm."
Jack smiled and scooted in closer to his lover. "Love you."
Author: Jess>>>> bangxbangxdie7
Pairing:Micah/Jack and Stevie/Shaun *Original characters (link below)
Rating: PG-13ish
POV: Third
Summary: Micah and Shaun are two totally different guys with very different lives. One thing they share is a boyfriend with cancer. When they meet, they help each other cope even though they sometimes feel guilty about it...
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't copy.
Author Note: Hey guys this is my new story =] I love you, and I hope you like it <33 Between Love and Goodbye should be out in a few weeks!
Characters.
Info.
Stevie and Shaun had been inseparable since their freshman year. They met at the Freshman Social their school arranged for their class. They had the same shirt on and they knew from then on that they'd be best friends. Until they both realized they were in love with each other.
It didn't take very long. Stevie's desire for Shaun appeared within the first few months of knowing him, but the older boy didn't see it until he felt the same way two years later. Of course they dated other people and denied their feelings for each other internally to themselves but that only lasted for so long. After weeding out the 'bad' boyfriends they knew it was evident that they belonged together.
Stevie made the first move by not so nonchalantly brushing his hand up against Shaun's. Shaun felt his face get hot and the next thing he knew was that he had Stevie in his lap and that was all that mattered at the moment. One would point out that the first day of dating someone was too soon to have sex but not for Stevie and Shaun. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other. But they liked it that way, even though they got dirty looks from the straight boys at school.
Neither of them got their ass kicked or anything, just the usual verbal abuse from their peers. Didn't stop them. Two years going strong with hardly any fights at all.
"Stevie! Stevie! Stevie!!" the older boy exclaimed, knowing fully well he only had to say his boyfriends' name once to get his attention.
"Shaun! Shaun! Shaun! What?" the younger laughed, loving the way Shaun’s' eyes lit up when he asked.
"I got two tickets to go see Mayday Parade! For us! They were really cheap too. And and and I know how to get there and we should go. Cause I already got the tickets. It'll be really fun. Pleasepleaseplease?" Shaun used his puppy dog eyes even though he didn't need to.
"Okay, okay! Shaun you're so excited. I love seeing your cute little face all happy. How could I say no? You're the one with the car, besides, you'd drag me along even if I did say no." he explained, brushing his lovers' hair away from his eyes.
"Cause the last time I saw Mayday Parade was when they first came out and I was like 14. This is big. Like- totally big. I-"
"Shhh," Stevie cooed. "I know baby I know. Just remember when we go that you're with me and not Brooks okay? I know he's cute but you're all mine."
Shaun had been eye-gasiming over the quiet crazy-haired beauty in Mayday Parade ever since he knew he existed.
"Oh stop. You know I love you and only you. Don't act like you don't trust me. That hurts my feelings." he fake pouted and received a kiss.
"I know. Just joking, silly. Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we go to the park? It's probably the last day it's going to be over 70 degrees. We should take advantage of the nice weather we're having."
"Sounds good to me. I don't want summer to end...I wish it was summer forever. And ever and ever. But I want December 18th to snow. I like it when it snows on my birthday."
Stevie got used to Shaun's 8-year-old-ness a long time ago. It was one of Shaun's 'flaws' that made him cute. Immature in a cute little boy way. Although Stevie was younger, he acted more mature- but not by much. That was one of the reasons why they got along so terribly well.
They made it to the park okay, Shaun tried not to get distracted by all the pretty birds and assorted animals on the way there. He only stopped once to look at a baby deer. Which is good considering he usually made about three stops on average every trip they go on. His attention span was very short lived. Stevie couldn't wait until he passed his road test.
"Push me on the swings pretty please. My legs don't seem to be working- oh no..." Shaun said sarcastically, awaiting Stevie's starting push.
"I swear if you weren't so big- and I mean big as in tall not fat so shh,- that you could pass for a six year old." Stevie had probably told Shaun this a million times, but still he denied it and claimed himself 'a big boy.'
"Hey Stevie can we get ice cream later? I was thinking about it and we haven't got ice cream in a really long time. I know it's not really that warm out anymore but sometimes I still want ice cream."
Stevie nodded and forgot Shaun's back was to him. "Yeah, we can. I'll get mint chip I think. Maybe two flavors. Can't decide. You can only mix so much with mint chip."
"Cookie dough! Cookie dough and mint chip is what I'm gonna get. Mmm I'm so excited! Can we go now?" he jumped off the swing without realizing that it would hit his boyfriend on the way back. "Oh shit, I'm sorry Stevie. Are you hurt?"
The shorter boy rubbed his nose and shook his head. "No, I'm fine. But no ice cream yet. We still need to have dinner. And lunch. Did you even eat breakfast?"
Stevie had to act like a father to Shaun sometimes. He needed to make sure he ate right and took showers and put all his crayons away when he's done coloring. Shaun liked that Stevie cared enough to keep him in check.
"I had a pop tart. And a bagel. Apple juice. Some cheese. Oh and a twinkie." Some breakfast to have and still want ice cream. Stevie and Shaun were about the same size weight wise, but Shaun seemed to eat everything in sight while Stevie tried to eat healthy.
"Cheese, Shaun? Really? How did cheese fit into your breakfast- wait never mind. I'll never understand. Let's get lunch and go from there okay? What do you feel like? And please don't say Taco Bell..."
Shaun wined because he was JUST about to suggest Taco Bell. He was all out of ideas because he was probably thinking about Mexican food since he woke up. He shrugged his shoulders and put his pointer on his chin to brainstorm.
"What about...um. Oh come on, Stevie please can't we go to Taco Bell, I'll only get like five things, it'll be okay. Promise."
Stevie shook his head and tried really hard to resist The Eyes. "Shaun, no, Taco Bell is disgusting and I'm pretty sure we got it twice last week. Let's meet halfway and go to Chipotles' okay?"
Shaun forgets all about his desire for Taco Bell and claps his hands together. "I LOVE Chipotles'! Deal, let's go. Race you to the car!" he ran before he even said it- which made him a cheater.
"Not fair!" Stevie called out to him, trying his best to catch up to the older teen.
~
Micah was always a caretaker. Ever since he was a little boy. When his mom was sick he'd pick her flowers to make her feel better. When his dad was stressed out from work he'd make him an 'I love you daddy' card. Micah got his enjoyment out of taking care of things or people. It made him happy, it made him feel like he had a purpose in the world, and it was meaningful.
He also loved to bring in homeless animals from outside and ask, "Mommy, Daddy, look can we keep her? She's all alone outside." Every animal was a girl to Micah, even if it was obviously a boy. Nonetheless, Micah always wanted to nurture something. His parents thought he was just the cutest thing wanting to help poor defenseless animals; so of course they said yes (to select few) animals their son brought home.
Little did Micah know, that approximately 17 years later he would be taking care of something else. Something a bit more challenging. Like a human. A boy- his boyfriend. With cancer.
"How do you feel, Jack? Are you tired? Nauseous? Sick? All of the above?" Micah asked his younger lover, holding onto his hand as he got up. It saddened Micah to look at Jack, because he was hardly recognizable.
"I'm a bit tired, but that's normal from the chemo. I'll be all right. Thank you though, sweetie," he gave the older man a semi-reassuring smile.
He'd been through this so many times that it was almost unnecessary to ask.
Micah's heart broke a little more each day. Knowing that instead of getting better, his boyfriend was getting worse. Well, maybe not worse per say...but he definitely was not getting better. His condition was ever-changing for a better term.
They say that bad things happen to good people, and this was the best example of the expression. Jack was such a good person. He was one of those people that everyone liked, for many different reasons. He was never arrogant or pushy or mean. He was always caring and kind and peaceful.
"Do you want to take a nap? I'll wake you when food is ready?" Micah's eyes began to shine because he realized Jack had lost even more weight then he remembered. He used to be so healthy, so full of energy, so alive.
"No, I don't want to nap. I feel like I nap all the time. I'll help with cooking. What are we making?" Jack wasn't himself. And Micah knew it. He knew Jack was bored. Not with his life, he was bored because he didn't have anything to do during the day. Micah worked 6 days a week from 8 in the morning to 6 in the afternoon. That was unless Jack had an appointment or something medically related.
"Listen, Jack I...um. I don't want to pressure you- at all. I would never do that I just...I think you should sign up for college online." Jack was going to become an accountant. Not very exciting to most people, but to Jack it was great. He loved balancing accounting equations and filling out income statements and trail balances and such. He was going to college for it, but things didn't really go as planned.
"Micah...I- basically wasted your money. I dropped out. I couldn't ask you to-"
"You dropped out because you were sick, not because I couldn't afford it, okay? I'm the one who made you drop out in the first place. Jack, I love you. And I want you to do what you want to do. When you were younger I wanted you to focus on getting better and fighting this. Now that your older and I know you're capable of managing both, I want you to have that chance again."
Jack opened his arms and was soon wrapped up. He was so grateful to have a boyfriend as amazing and loving as Micah. He wished he wasn't sick because no matter how much they didn't show it or talk about it...it was killing their relationship. Slowly.
"I'll think about it. Really hard. For now I just want to help you make lunch. I don't want to make any decisions now while I'm all overwhelmed."
Micah smiled and kissed his boyfriend's temple. "Have you thought about what you'd like for lunch, I was just going to throw something together but I'll make whatever you want."
"Why don't we have...hm. Can we make campanelle pasta with broccoli raab? I liked it when we went out to eat the other day. If it's not a problem I mean I know it's a lot-" Micah could never deny Jack anything.
"We can make whatever you want. Italian bread and all," he said with a big smile. Jack loved his Italian bread. He could eat a whole loaf all by himself if no one stopped him.
Neither of them were Italian; Jack was half Irish and half Polish and Micah was a mutt of just about everything except Italian. But they enjoyed Italian food a lot, and they were actually really good at cooking Italian dishes. They used to cook together a lot more when Jack was...less sick, but Jack tried to help out whenever he could.
They made their meal like they usually did. Micah made sure he did most of the work because he was always worried that Jack would pass out at random. Jack tried to tell him millions of times that he was fine, absolutely fine, perfect and sure that he was sure he was fine. Overprotective? Maybe. But Jack knew that he meant well and only asked a million times because he cared.
Micah put a little bit more on Jack's plate hoping that maybe, just maybe he'd gain another pound. His weight was a constant reminder that Jack was sick. Besides his lack of hair- but Micah had gotten used to his peach fuzz a long time ago.
He was still beautiful in Micah's eyes. He was still the Jack he fell in love with. His appearance wasn't everything to Micah, even though it was clearly evident that Jack was a stunning young man. His attractively white complexion looked more like a glow. His teeth were perfect, skin was flawless and his height was just right. He stood only an inch shorter than Micah, but then again Micah was six foot two. Just the right amount of height difference so neither of them had to bend any when they kissed.
"I love you, Jack." Micah whispered in his lovers' ear while he put a warm blanket over him.
Jack got really tired after he ate- which was normal. He tried to fight his fatigue and tell Micah he was not going to take a nap but Micah convinced him that he needed his rest. Jack always listened to Micah eventually because he knew he was only doing what was best for him.
"Wait, Micah- um. Could...could you just lie here with me please? At least until I fall asleep. I just. I mean- I'm still really cold."
Micah kicked off his shoes and came under the blanket; enveloping Jack into his arms. "Now rest, baby. I'll keep you warm."
Jack smiled and scooted in closer to his lover. "Love you."