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[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...




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Hi, right now everyone is working on some changes so hold on new things are coming. In an effort to kick this place back into action, we're doing round 9. In a few days, we'll be setting up a fills post that hopefully will work directly for archiving and an overflow post. Also we'll be doing a friending meme at tsn_km_gather so be looking out for that. I know some of the other mods have plans of their own which will be coming soon.

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[rpf] andrew/jesse

anything based on this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cGJPIP-1Y4

can be an art school au, just the two of them painting, whatever you'd like

impression, love [1/?]

a/n: ummm…I feel a little bit of shame. I hope to finish this by the end of the week but I still have to finish up springfest prompts, so if it’s done next week, I hope OP won’t be mad. Eventually it will be smutty, but at the moment, it’s just lead up. I know where it’s heading, not sure how to get there so comments, complaints, suggestions are welcome.

Jesse had met Andrew through his friend Emma.

She was in art school with Andrew (sharing a sculpting or a nude or something artistic class) and then Emma threw a party so she could force Jesse into a button up shirt and drag him away from his thesis under the guise of “meeting new people”. Jesse was standing along the side of the room, watching the withering masses of artists and models and other scholars moved and gyrated while drinks and pills and hands wandered around the room, nursing a watered down rum and coke when a tanned, doe-eyed boy was pushed against his chest, laughing and flushed and oh so lovely. Jesse couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, didn’t want to move.

“‘Ello,” the other boy said, backing up as the crowd was pulled away in order to move closer to the next best thing, sticking his hand into Jesse’s face. “My name’s Andrew Garfield, best friend of Emma. Yours?”

“I...umm…Jesse,” Jesse said slowly, reaching out to grasp the clammy hand in his face. “Eisenberg. Jesse Eisenberg. Also a best friend of Emma. Emma Stone to be precise. The one over there dancing on the table with Joe.”

"I'm glad that we know the same Emma," said Andrew beaming before leaning on the wall next to Jesse.

Andrew talked to Jesse until they somehow migrated to Emma’s room, which was messy and organized in Emma’s own quirky way. Andrew moved some of Emma’s clothes off of her bed with a sweep of his arm before flopping on there, stomach down. Jesse sat next to the bed, leaning his boney back against Emma’s nightstand in order to look up at Andrew’s face that was hanging off of the bed.

“I’m not an artist,” Jesse admitted, after hours of talking. They had talked about nothing in particular; debates over musicals vs. indie, best movie they’ve ever seen, Emma’s amazing ideas to take over the world that will ultimately fail due to lack of planning.

“Neither am I,” Andrew said easily, swinging his right arm slightly, letting it occasionally brush against Jesse’s knee. “Well, not a visual artist. I’m usually an actor but occasionally I dabble in painting or sketching. Emma likes to use me for photography shoots.”

Jesse opened an eye lazily, having been talking lazily and near asleep. Jesse had acted when he was younger before discovering his love of Russian history and literature, dropping it before entering into grad school. He had acted in a few shoddy plays during college (like the demented one where he had to act as a bird) but not consistent enough to consider it to be a “serious” career choice.

“Really? Which plays?”

Andrew smiled before starting to list some off, lulling Jesse back into a calm, and eventually into a sleep.

(Jesse woke up the next morning in Emma’s bed, spooning against Emma’s back, a new number on his phone, a text from Andrew, and a smile.)


and next week is fine! i'm just happy you're filling my prompt :333

Re: OP

You are too nice and I am not worthy. :)
And thank you so much for enjoying it (if you are, I don't want to be presumptuous) and for your kind words. I swear I'll finish this. I only forsee about another few part, maybe about seven in all.
Is there anything else you would want to see specificly in this? Kinks, squicks, etc.?

impression, love [2/?]

a/n: i own jack shit, but especially do not own Spiderman

And Andrew would text Jesse, multiple times daily.

Good morning Jesse! :)

How’s your thesis coming along?

Find your resources yet?

Want to get coffee?

Come see my play?

Want to come over and fuck?

Okay, that last one wasn’t real, but Jesse sometimes wished it was but he knew it wasn’t going to happen. But he would go see Andrew’s latest play or go get coffee with him, feeling a rush of accomplishment when Andrew would throw his head back, baring his neck, with a rich, deep laughter.
And Andrew seemed to like Jesse, maybe not romantically, but walking down the street Jesse would feel a hand on his lower back, leading him somewhere that he had never been before or throwing an arm over Jesse’s shoulder out of nowhere if Jesse was talking to one of Andrew’s costars back stage or on one memorable occasion when Emma was talking to him. Emma had taken one look at them and had busted out laughing, nearly bending in half on the steps of the theatre.

But it wasn’t one of those nights where Andrew was backstage; instead, Jesse and Andrew was lounging around on Andrew beige, inherited (but very comfy and sunken) couch, watching Spiderman with Tobey Maguire. Jesse found it to be a little boring, not having read the greatest amount of comics when he was younger, but he enjoyed the fact that him and Andrew had just finished having an epic popcorn battle where Jesse had managed to hit Andrew directly on the nose.

Andrew was cleaning up his side of the couch and the floor. Jesse had finished and was examining Andrew’s apartment. He had learned later on the Emma had thrown that party so many months was because Andrew had finally managed to scrounge up enough to buy a (small) apartment and move out of the dorms. Most of the furniture was inherited from friends and acquaintances but the walls were woefully plain with only a Spiderman poster, unlike Jesse’s apartment where musical posters, printed out pages of his current paper, or maps littering almost every available surface above the height of jumping cats.

“Andrew, you need to paint your walls,” Jesse said when Andrew was finally done, having been trying to not stare openly at Andrew’s ass. Andrew looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “It looks like the home of a serial killer, no color.”

“Well maybe I am,” Andrew said with a shrug, unable to stop the corners of his lips from twitching upwards with a smile. He walked over to the trash can in the adjacent kitchen and threw away the popcorn. “I’ve been your friend so I could lure you here and chop you into pieces.”

“Oh be still my beating heart,” Jesse said, his voice monotone.

“Cheeky, I like that in a victim,” Andrew said, sitting back on the couch. He turned his head to face Jesse, his lips pursed.

“Do you really think I should paint the walls?”

“It wouldn’t hurt,” Jesse said. “You didn’t have the opportunity to throw a party here. Consider it a reward for moving in.”

Andrew looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding.

“I’ll get Emma to come over and help us. She's been hounding me to throw up some paint too.”

Jesse blinked before pointing to himself with a confused look.

“Me too?”

“You’re the one who thinks I should have some color in here. You can take a break, aren’t you ahead of schedule anyway?”

Jesse scowled, vowing never again to tell Andrew when he was ahead or to give him interior decorating ideas ever again. Andrew leaned closer, his face within six inches of Jesse’s.

“Please Jess?”

How could Jesse say no to that face? To the warm breath on his cheek and those ridiculously big, brown eyes.

“I…I…alright. Does Saturday work?”

Edited at 2012-03-22 04:34 am (UTC)

impression, love [3/?]

Jesse showed up at Andrew’s house semi-early, around nine o’clock. He was wearing a pair of too short, seldom worn sweatpants along with a previously stained white-tee-shirt that had splotches of spaghetti sauce near the bottom hemline. He knocked on Andrew’s door with two sharp knocks that sounded hollow to his ears, but that could be from the slightly sleepy buzz still in his ears from a lack of caffeinated tea.

Andrew unlocked and popped open the door not even thirty seconds later, beaming too large for so early in the morning. His hair was standing up and he had the (good) start on to his latest attempt at a beard on his face. He wore an outfit similar to Jesse’s except for his pants, which were tighter from Andrew washing his jeans in the rickety, questionable washing room in the basement.

“Jess,” Andrew said, his voice full of warmth as he moved aside to let Jesse in.

“Andrew,” Jesse said, trying to keep out the amount of warmth that he wanted to give to Andrew out of his voice, but he knew that there was enough in there to make Andrew unconcerned.

The couch was in the hallway, making it hard to squeeze through and get into the living room. The rest of the things (which was not much) in the living room were in the kitchen, stacked precariously on counters or on top of the TV. There was newspaper spread out over the cool, wooden floor, which was also covered with a tarp that was pulled tautly and taped down in front of one wall, while the molding was taped over with blue tape.

“Ready to start,” Andrew asked, leaning down, opening one of the paint cans with a screw driver before handing Jesse a wooden stick used to stir the paint.

“Where’s Emma,” Jesse responded as he leaned down to stir the can that Andrew had just opened. “I thought you said she was going to help.”

Andrew didn’t answer for a moment, pecking off some of the dried paint that looked a lot like the color of Emma’s bathroom. “Emma came over earlier and helped me get set up but then she got a call asking her to go photography a sit-in or something to ask the dean something.”

“Oh,” was all Jesse responded with before turning to Andrew with a small smile. “That just means more work for us, huh?”

Andrew snorted before pointing at the wall that his couch usually resided against.

“We’re only going to paint that wall because if I get kicked out or move, it will be easier to re-paint one wall as opposed to the four. But guess what?”

“What,” Jesse replied, looking at the multiple cans of paint, unsure of what Andrew was planning on doing with all of the colors. Was he going to do many different stripes or something?

“Splatter paint,” Andrew said, beaming. “That way I can fill up my color quota and Emma can get rid of most of the paint she had left over from her painting fanaza.”

Jesse eyes up the colors. There was a yellow, a red orange, a small can of burgundy, a bigger can of navy blue that was only a quarter of the way full, sea form green, pink, a vivid red, and a little bit of white. He looked back at Andrew with a wry smile at how excited the other man looked.

“After you, home owner,” Jesse said, bowing in a mocking manner towards Andrew who was examining the can of paint with a speculative glance. Andrew was holding a paint brush, pushing the worn bristles back and forth before sticking the brush into the deep red.

Jesse watched as Andrew inhaled, exhaled, then swung the red tipped brush towards the white wall. It splattered about half way across the wall, not making the whole way, but the contrast was amazing. Jesse dipped his into the navy blue and swung it, arching over Andrew’s in the opposite direction, making an x on the wall.

Re: impression, love [3/?]

your jesse and andrew are so cute! andrew would splatter paint his wall

(and to answer your question from before, no major squicks. as far as kinks i LOVELOVELOVE happy sex :3)

Re: impression, love [3/?]

Ugh, Op, stop it. You're making me blush.
I was just trying to stay true to the prompt, well as true as I could while in this AU, and they were splatter painting so...

(okay, i'll try to remember thaaaaaaaaaaaaat.)

impression, love [4/5]

After that, Jesse couldn't keep track of who flung what. It was an on slaughter of color, layering upon each other, feeding off of each other in order to make each other stand out bold and beautiful against the plain, drab base color. Andrew had grabbed another paintbrush and was using two, to maximize efficiency. Jesse hung back slightly, wanting to just watch how Andrew was smiling and laughing, with paint splotches from the black lash all over his shirt.

Andrew had turned on his iPod, plugged into the docking station in the kitchen, a woman singing about dogs and horses and running playing in the backround. Jesse didn't understand it but the way Andrew would occasionally sing along, voice shaky from laughter, made the meaningless words (in Jesse's ears) take on the meaning of something that just made Andrew happy.

About thirty minutes of talking and flinging paint (and many coveted looks at Andrew’s toned arms), Jesse was a bit distracted that he didn’t notice when he had flung paint all over Andrew’s back, making the other yelp when the cool paint hit him. Andrew turned around and flung paint back, sea foam all over the front of Jesse’s shirt. Jesse looked down, then back up at Andrew’s smug looking face, back down at his shirt before he carefully leaned down, dipped his paintbrush into the navy blue. He raised his arm.

“Jesse,” Andrew said warningly, doing the same as Jesse and preparing hi wea- paintbrush for battle, this time with the pink. It was silent for a moment before they both started letting the colors fly from their paintbrushes. They ran around the room, dipping and fling, mindful of the other walls and even, on occasion, hitting the wall they were supposed to be painting.
Jesse thought it was beautiful.

And then Andrew pushed against his, Jesse flailing before landing on a bundle of newspapers, Andrew’s body on top of him. Andrew managed a squiggle of paint on Jesse’s neck while Jesse smeared his sloppy hands, sprinkled with different colors, across Andrew’s ears. It brought Andrew closer to Jesse’s face. Time had frozen in Jesse’s mind; this was defying physics. There was some bad French song playing in the backround but Jesse was just staring at Andrew’s eyes.
Jesse, or even Andrew in all honesty, inhaled and suddenly their lips were meeting hungrily. Andrew’s paint brush flew across the room to wherever Andrew arbitrarily tossed it. Jesse was tugging harder at Andrew’s ears, trying to pull him closer, trying to feel more of those chapped lips against his own, feeling how their skin pulled at each other.

Andrew slipped his hands, flecked from the fast drying burgundy color, under Jesse’s shirt, tugging at it up towards Jesse’s neck, fisting it in his hands. Jesse hissed against Andrew’s lips as the cool air hit his skin, pressing upwards to seek Andrew’s thermos like body temperature. They disconnected briefly to shuck off their shirts, and Jesse leaned up for a paintless spot on Andrew’s neck, sucking hard on it like his life depended on it. Andrew (who was so good and smart and funny and would calm down Jesse when he was about to rip hair from his head, who would bring him tea, who play with Jesse’s cats, who would let Jesse sleep slumped against him) moaned, loudly, it echoing against the empty room, clutching his fingers painfully against Jesse’s hips, leaving marks darker than the paint layered on Andrew’s wall.

impression, love [5/5]

“Jess, Jess, fucking hell Jesse,” Andrew said, rocking against Jesse when he bit against the spot he had sucked. “You drive me crazy. Mad. Fuck.”

Andrew reached into Jesse’s baggy sweatpants and cupped him firmly, not shy, over Jesse’s briefs making Jesse groan against Andrew’s neck. He was already stupidly hard. Andrew mad him mad too. Mad with everything good in the world, mad in all the best ways that Carroll must have been trying to explain. One of his hands was clutching at Andrew’s back, the other shooting between AndrewandJesse’s bodies, reaching into Andrew’s pants to return the favor.

Andrew let out a breathy sigh and increased the speed of his strokes. Jesse dug his fingers into the skin of Andrew’s right shoulder.

“S-slow down,” Jesse bit out. “Want to- ah fuck- enjoy this. Fuck. Andrewandrewandrew.”

“I’ll make it better next time,” Andrew promised, but slowed down a tad anyway. “I just want to see your face when you come. I want to see my name on your l-lips.”

Andrew buried his forehead against Jesse’s shoulder with a moan as Jesse squeezed his hand a tad too enthusiastically at that comment. Jesse wanted that too; he wanted to come, he wanted to moan and shake and gasp Andrew’s name out as his world fell apart and reconstructed like the Big Bang. They squeezed, grinding the heel of their hands against the prominent tents in their sweats, whispering endearments and profanities that were holier than any of Jesse’s experiences in synagogue.

And then Andrew released him, tugged at the waistband of Jesse’s briefs, dragging the seam across his silt in a way that made Jesse’s eyes start seeing colors splattered across the back of his eyelids. Jesse squeezed Andrew in a heartbeat and Andrew ground up against Jesse’s hand and he was coming too, wet against Jesse’s hand, making Jesse shiver (it was that or Andrew’s hand still holding on to his sensitive skin).

“Wow,” Jesse breathed out against Andrew’s face, un-sticking his nails from Andrew’s back and shirt where he had been clutching to keep his head steady a while later.

“Yeah, wow,” Andrew said, sounding as mystified as Jesse and Jesse just had to lean up and kiss him. Andrew kissed back, no hesitation, just like when he had approached Jesse at the party and just started talking to him. Jesse pulled back at that realization.

“Has it always been like that for you too? The love thing,” Jesse mused out-loud, not sure.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Andrew said, rolling off of Jesse to stand next to him. He offered out a hand, which Jesse took to stand up and look at him. “You just…it was like white noise for me, because it’s not like you really would scream out to me, especially at a party. But you did.”

“Oh…well…I guess that’s good,” Jesse said. “Because you did scream at me.”

Andrew rolled his eyes but it was full of the same affection that they always held, but now Jesse knew that it wasn’t just the affection of a friend, it was…well…it was love. Just simple, always had been there, love.

And he could live with that, as long as it continued, layering more and more each year like the paint that now layered on Andrew’s wall.

Yes, Jesse thought as Andrew helped him strip to go take (hopefully) a very long and thorough shower, he could definitely live with that.

a/n: and it's done. i am so sorry that this might suck. god, i can't even apologize enough.

Edited at 2012-04-13 03:22 pm (UTC)


no really though omg they are adorable and jdslfa;fj this was the perfect mix of sweet and hot and i loved the paint layering simile and everything

thank you for writing this omg you are wonderful <3