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[PART SEVEN] - CLOSED
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[RPF] Andrew/Jesse, domesticity

(Anonymous)
Idek, I've just been having a really rough few days and my anxiety is up to here and I just need some super sweet cohabitation fic. Like, they are so in love that it hurts. And obviously there are cats and kisses and ~feelings about the importance of having moved in together. There could even be really sweet sex, but I don't even care if you don't want to include that. I honestly just need the boys being in love.

Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse, domesticity

um, me too? i bought this ridiculous, red plaid shirt and it reminded me of Andrew. I could possibly work a cute scene or two with the prompt in mind?

Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse, domesticity

(Anonymous)
hee, ridiculous plaid always reminds me of andrew, too. :] also, i would never be opposed to anyone wanting to fill this and i would love to read anything that you care to contribute!

and can i just add, i lurk on this meme like crazy and you are pretty much the sweetest person ever. like, i see you commenting on so many things and encouraging everyone/their prompts and it just makes me smile. you seem like a total sweetheart. :)

Re: [RPF] Andrew/Jesse, domesticity - (Anonymous), 2011-06-21 03:10 am (UTC)(Expand)

FILLED: You wrap your loving arms around my doubt 1/2

(Anonymous)
SHORT FILL IS SHORT. i hope you like it OP/it's what you were looking for! my go to image when i think of domesticity is sharing a couch and reading and cuddling. so this is what popped in my head.

They're laying on Jesse's (their) oversized couch. When he'd first bought the thing, he never knew why he'd need a couch that big. But he really liked the color and the way it just seemed to complete the room in a way a smaller couch wouldn't have. Jesse's got his back to one armrest while reading Andrew's copy of Trainspotting and Andrew's against the other armrest attempting to solve that morning's New York Times crossword puzzle. His right leg resting against Jesse's left and his toes occasionally wiggling against Jesse's thigh causing Jesse to smile.

Eventually, Andrew gives up after deciding that spending 10 minutes on 120 Across ("Whether emotional or physical, you can feel it") and throws the newspaper to the ground. He then pulls himself up and climbs up Jesse's legs. He pulls the book out of Jesse's hands and remembers to place it face down, saving the page Jesse was on. He kisses Jesse softly, just their lips touching, with a smile on his face. He pulls away when Jesse leans in to deepen the kiss.

"What part are you at?" He whispers, rubbing the tip of his nose against Jesse's and closing his eyes.

"Renton just injected a shot of heroin into his penis. Classy."

"It's great, isn't it?" Jesse nods, the tip of his nose playing against Andrew's.

"How is your crossword puzzle?"

"Daft." Andrew sighs and then sits back on his haunches. His fingertips playing with the corduroy of Jesse's pants. They may even be Andrew's pants. Sharing a closet means sharing clothes as well. Neither of them have any complaints. "I don't understand how people can spend their whole afternoon solving these things."

"They're all old." Jesse says with a laugh. Andrew sinks back down and starts tracing shapes into Jesse's collarbone beneath his shirt. Jesse's fingers start mapping out endless roads in the skin of Andrew's back.

"We won't be like that when we're old, will we?" Jesse laughs and throws his head back for a moment. Andrew smiles and watches him, eyes bright.

"No, no. We'll be... hang gliding in Rio de Janeiro and having obnoxious amounts of great sex." Andrew laughs then. Kissing Jesse's chin before placing his head beneath it.

"Really? Because I have this fear of getting old. And being alone. Going out for lunch by myself and all the kids laughing at me. Or even worse, feeling bad for me." Jesse laughs. Andrew looks up at him. "I'm serious! I used to be one of those kids! I'd feel bad every time I'd see an old man sitting by himself eating eggs and drinking his tea." Jesse can't help but still laugh. Andrew just tickles him until he can't breathe.

"I'm sorry for laughing. Well, not really." Andrew just frowns, Jesse knows it's all an act. "It's just that... you don't have to worry about that. And you don't have to feel bad for the old men eating their eggs all by themselves." He rubs Andrew's back soothingly. "I'll always be there to go with you for breakfast. Or lunch. Or dinner."

"You promise?"

"I think I made that promise when I asked you to live with me." Andrew smiles and kisses Jesse softly, almost nervously.

"Really?" Jesse nods and then shrugs his shoulders.

FILLED: You wrap your loving arms around my doubt 2/2

(Anonymous)
UGH. character limits.

"I mean... I never thought I'd ever ask anyone to live with me. After seeing my mom and dad and how they're marriage turned out, I never thought I'd let someone get that close to me."

"You're such a robot." Andrew says and laughs.

"Says the one who played a robot."

"Hey, who gave up his entire body for the one he loved." He says and gently bites Jesse's bottom lip. Jesse smiles.

"But I do mean it." Jesse says. He moves to get more comfortable on the couch and places his arms around Andrew. "We're in this for good. I know I asked you to move into this apartment with me. But... I'd like you to move everywhere with me. If I ever get a house or if we ever get kicked out of here after I start shooting heroin up my dick and develop an addiction and lose all our money," Andrew laughs, "and then I finally get my life back on track and can afford a new apartment, I want you to be there with me. Silly analogies aside. Wherever I go, I want to take you with me." Andrew smiles. "And the cats too, of course."

"I love you." Andrew says with a laugh and places his lips soundly over Jesse's. Jesse's eyes flutter because they've both been flirting around the idea for a while, but neither has said it yet.

"I love you too." Jesse says and he knows he means it. He knows no matter how many years of his childhood and teenage years he spent telling himself he'd never find someone he deserved, he meant it. And he was never letting go of it.

This is his. And this is Andrew's. And they'll have it no matter where they go.

Re: FILLED: You wrap your loving arms around my doubt 2/2

(Anonymous)
Awww, you have touched my heart. Our boys are too sweet.

OP here! :D

(Anonymous)
So! Precious! Thank you so much for taking the time to write this lovely piece of work. I love how Jesse just lets himself breathe and know that he deserves someone like Andrew, who loves him and just oh it is adorable and I am such a sucker for feelings and love and cohabitation.

Thank you so so so much for sharing. :)

Re: FILLED: You wrap your loving arms around my doubt 2/2

Aww, is about the only kind of reaction I can think of. It's entirely sweet and warms my heart, the sha-bang, you know? I love the way that you paint them. Andrew's the one being a little hesitant because of his childhood observations of old men and kids, and Jesse's so sure in this, despite his parents. I just going to give you hearts <33

:D

Re: FILLED: You wrap your loving arms around my doubt 2/2

(Anonymous)
this is so sweet

Fill 2: Bubbly (1/2)

A/N: First, I'd like to say I'm so sorry. I should have said that writing usually takes forever, uh, themovieguru/anon 2 would know. I'm sort of thankful for this fic. I thought I almost lost it. My computer had suddenly shut down and I didn't save my work. Good thing it's here. Phew. Last, I hope you like this OP. I honestly tried. Whether it shows, you should be the judge. It's all right. I'm happier with certain parts, not sure about the whole.

He wears the same red and black patterned shirt a lot of the time. It’s his favorite because of the design itself and it’s also Jesse’s favorite too, but for an entirely different reason. Now normally, he wouldn’t be interested in plaid shirts, but Andrew makes the shirt glow or something. The vibrant colors match his ever present sincere smile. ‘It suits him,’ he thinks whenever he catches Andrew wearing the item yet again. It’s like Jesse can’t help but think of the name, Andrew, when he thinks of ridiculous plaid things in general. He can’t ignore the certain, conjured image of a goofy and charming face, with laugh lines crinkled near his large, doe-like eyes. He is handsome and Jesse doesn’t know how to deal with the situation all the time: Andrew and his own feelings.

Jesse’s learning to though, since he agreed to go grab coffee with him after their movie had wrapped up. Both of them had been nervous and outwardly fidgeting a little, but strangely comfortable about the idea. Somehow, the transition had felt right. All of their friendship had escalated into a simple, heated kiss, at the city that they spent the most memorable times together: Boston. That was where they developed their foundation, days that he would happily drive Andrew to set, mornings with him insisting on getting Chai Teas from Starbucks while Jesse refused to participate. He’d rather secure a thermos for himself. The environment is better off that way, and of course the urban area is the sight of late evenings where Jesse would drive them back after long hours of filming.

“Why can’t I drive every once and while, huh?” Andrew pleads with his face in an unmistakable pout.
Jesse thinks he has the worst case of sexy face he’s ever seen (1) and attempts to keep his expression passive, not giving in.
“I just don’t think you should,” he says.
“You don’t trust me?” Andrew questions, looking suspiciously distressed.
“You’re lucky that I actually like you,” Jesse replies. “You drive a Vespa,” as if that’s reason enough.
“I know,” Andrew states in amusement, face cracking into a lively grin.
Jesse absolutely doesn’t have a smile on his face.

This is the place where they learned each other personally.

Like how tentative the brush of their mouths moved within that first night, Andrew’s soft lips filled him: a suggestion of mint against his newly bitten own, they tested their chemistry only to confirm that there were definite sparks. Jesse felt it from the point that their mouths and bodies met to the collision of feelings he believes Andrew might have experienced too. His pulse raced at the spot Jesse’s fingers curved around. Their fresh start had seemed promising then as if they might beat the impossible odds.

A/N: (1)=line from poose's Farmer!Mark story. It's such a hilarious line and I don't know it really fit how Andrew behaves. The dialogue really worked with that sentence. Hope you don't mind, dear.

Fill 2: Bubbly (2/2) - leladancer18, 2011-06-21 05:06 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2: Bubbly (2/2) - themovieguru, 2011-06-21 10:34 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2: Bubbly (2/2) - leladancer18, 2011-06-21 11:08 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2: Bubbly (2/2) - (Anonymous), 2011-06-22 01:08 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2: Bubbly (2/2) - (Anonymous), 2011-06-22 12:35 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2: Bubbly (2/2) - leladancer18, 2011-06-22 10:45 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2: Bubbly (2/2) - (Anonymous), 2011-06-22 08:13 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2: Bubbly (2/2) - leladancer18, 2011-06-22 09:22 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Pointless 3rd Fill: Falling Into Your Gravity, 1/?

This became less of an actual story and more like a series of vignettes about Jesse and Andrew living together with no actual plot. Oh well, enjoy my addition to this heap of Andrew/Jesse cohabitation love.




Jesse’s never lived with anyone before.

Well, he’s lived with his family, obviously, like everyone does. He has proven that he is capable of sharing a space with other humanoid individuals, he’s not thatweird.

It’s different, though, living with people who aren’t related to you by blood. He never had the “college experience,” he never had to deal with strange people (strange by Jesse standards) encroaching in on his personal space. And Jesse needs a lot of personal space. More than most people, anyway. The cats are the only ones he has allowed to scale the metaphorical wall and enter his life, and his habitat. Until now.

He’s not nervous about it, really. Sure, he worries that his strange habits might be off-putting or vaguely alarming according to some. He wonders about schedules and arrangements, who’s going to clean, who’s going to cook, who’s job is it going to be to take out the trash, and so on in that fashion until he almost psyches himself out. What if he isn’t capable of carrying on a functional, live-in relationship? What if this blows up in his face like a cheap pool toy? What if nobody wants to share the same roof with him, ever?

He knows the statistics, couples that move in together have a higher chance of splitting because it affects their emotional and financial well being. It makes the relationship unstable, or something. He read that once, somewhere, perhaps.

Still, he wants to try. And he’s not nervous. At least he will not appear to be nervous. He will hide it as best he can.

When Andrew suggested that they move in together “just to see how it goes,” Jesse’s first thought, strangely enough, wasn’t Oh god, panic panic panic panic. It was something along the lines of I’m probably going to have to get a television now.

It’s been over a year and they still don’t have one.

Pointless 3rd Fill: Falling Into Your Gravity, 2/?



He still remembers their first morning, officially as a couple who live together. Waking up to Andrew snuggled up behind him, nose buried in Jesse’s curls, fingers tracing delicate lines into his palms.

“Mmmm, good morning,” he murmured into Jesse’s hair. “Roomie.”

Jesse smiled.

“I love that I can call you that.” Andrew moved in closer, whispering right into Jesse’s ear, making him shiver.

“There must be a better term for it,” Jesse said, “it sounds juvenile to call ourselves ‘roommates.’ We’re more than that.”

“You’re right. But ‘boyfriends who live in the same apartment’ doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue, sweetheart,” Andrew countered.

Jesse thought for a moment.

“How about cohabitators? That sounds scientific.”

Andrew laughed into the back of Jesse’s neck. “I think the word is cohabitors, Jess. And you’re right, it does sound scientific, but it also sounds dry and unromantic. It does not meet our qualifications, we must think of something else.”

Jesse chose that moment to turn around in Andrew’s arms and look at him, face to face.

“Well, I’m kind of drawing a blank here. What should we do?,” Jesse asked.

Instead of answering right away, Andrew leaned in and kissed him. Jesse was right about to utter some kind of protest that involved self-consciousness about his icky morning breath, but it kind of fluttered right out of his head when Andrew wrapped his hands around his waist and pulled him close. It lasted for a moment before Andrew moved back and nuzzled their noses together.

“I think we should just not call ourselves anything for now. The right word will come to us,” Andrew said.

Jesse bit his bottom lip a little before asking, “I can still call you my boyfriend, right?”

Andrew had smiled and brushed his ringlets back from his face.

“Of course you can, love. Even if it is a little juvenile.”



Andrew gets on surprisingly well with Jesse’s cats. Not that Jesse is at all shocked by this, it’s basically a law of physics that if you meet Andrew, you are going to love him and he is going to love you back, in some form or another.

Jesse catches him all the time, being his adorable self with equally adorable cats. He pets them, snuggles with them, talks to them, even sings on occasion. His rendition of Defying Gravity while holding Mimzy up in the air was particularly amusing.

Jesse likes it when they fall asleep with the cats in their bed. Like one of those huge families that lives in a tiny apartment with only one bed, and everyone has to sleep together, all draped over one another, warm and close.

Maybe they could have that, one day. The two of them, a family. Children laughing and screaming and knocking things over.

Sometimes, Jesse lets himself imagine those things. Only sometimes, when his mind wanders.

He tries not to, though. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up. That’s a recipe for disappointment, Jesse knows. He just wants to ride this horse for as long as he can.

That’s something that never really leaves his head, that idea that all of this could be gone, like blowing out a candle. That one day Andrew is going to wake up, roll over and see Jesse and say to himself God, what the hell was I thinking? And he’ll pack his shit and leave and Jesse will never see him again. And that will be that.

No family, no home, no screaming children. Just Jesse and his cats and no Andrew.

That’s the bad part of Jesse’s mind, the one he tries not to let take over completely. He knows what would happen if it did. He doesn’t want that. He wants to stay here, with Andrew, in their home, with the cats and the imaginary children. He’ll hold onto it for as long as he can.

Maybe there will be children. Maybe there will be three. Two girls. One boy. The way Jesse grew up. Or maybe just two. Two boys, the way Andrew did.




Pointless 3rd Fill: Falling Into Your Gravity, 3/?



Jesse likes the mornings best. He’s always been kind of a morning person. He likes to cook breakfast. Andrew does too. Sometimes they argue over who gets to do the cooking. Well, argue isn’t really the right word. They have spirited discussions that usually result in Jesse sitting begrudgingly at the table while Andrew insists on making breakfast for him.

“Come on, Jess,” Andrew will say, “just let me take care of this for you.”

Jesse will make his best grumpy-face and reply, “I don’t need to be taken care of. I’m an adult who is perfectly capable of making my own breakfast.”

Andrew smiles and turns over his oh-so-healthy egg-white and spinach omelet with an impressive, single handed pan-flip. “I know you are. I just like to do it for you. It makes me happy.”

Jesse feigns being petulant. “You just like taking care of everyone, you’re a people-pleaser.”

“True. And I like pleasing you most of all. I can’t help it.”

Jesse has no response to this, so he says nothing and folds his arms across his chest. Andrew is a people-pleaser. But at the moment, the "people" he aims to please are... Jesse. Who is only one person. A person who gets all of Andrew's attention and excellent cooking skills all to himself. He doesn't care if that's selfish, he enjoys it.

Andrew comes around to the table, with a steaming hot plate of eggs and a glass of orange juice for Jesse. He splits the omelet down the middle with his fork and gives half to Jesse, half to himself. Before Jesse can pick up his fork, Andrew reaches over and takes his hand.

“Look, I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to accept that I love to take care of you. And I’m going continue to do so, because I love you. Now eat your breakfast.”

He leans down and kisses Jesse’s hand before they eat. Jesse can’t really bring himself to argue with that.


Pointless 3rd Fill: Falling Into Your Gravity, 4/?


Shameless plugs for the books I've been reading lately are coming up. I'd like to imagine that Jesse, Andrew and I have similar tastes in literature. The key word in that sentence is "imagine."



They’re sitting on the couch together, backs to the armrests, a book in each of their laps. Not talking, just reading, their feet brushing occasionally.

Andrew, of course, breaks the quiet after a little while.

“What are you reading?” He asks, glancing up from his copy of Infinite Jest.

Jesse wordlessly lifts up his copy of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius so Andrew can see the cover. Andrew smiles.

“I’ve never read it, how is it so far?”

Jesse shrugs. “His mother is dying of stomach cancer. Or, more specifically, a nosebleed.”

“Whose mother?”

“The main character, or, the author, rather. It’s a memoir.”

Andrew makes a face that’s somewhere between a wince and a fond grin. “Why do you read such depressing books, Jess? That sounds incredibly unpleasant.”

“It’s really interesting, actually. Very well written, his descriptions of things are really good.”

“Why would you want to read a well-described passage of someone dying of a nosebleed?”

Jesse smiles. “In your book the father kills himself by sticking his head in a microwave. Plus there’s a videotape that makes people go insane. Sounds pretty unpleasant to me.”

Andrew nudges Jesse’s shin with his foot. “Touché.”

Jesse can’t resist one last counterpoint, just to mess with him. “And you’re not doing yourself any favors by reading Infinite Jest. You’re digging yourself deeper into the hipster hole.”

Andrew raises an eyebrow. “The Hipster Hole? Really, Jess?”

“Yes. Before I know it you’ll start smoking cloves and drinking PBR.”

Andrew pushes his foot a little harder against Jesse’s leg, giving him goosebumps. “You’re ridiculous,” Andrew says, his voice low and soft.

Jesse glances up from his book, and Andrew is looking at him inquisitively, eyebrow still raised in that infuriatingly attractive way. Jesse gives him his best sad-pouty face and rubs his leg in return, putting his book face down on the coffee table.

“I’m sorry I said you were a hipster just now. That was uncalled for.”

Andrew puts his book down on the coffee table as well before crawling over to Jesse and settling down on top of him, between his opened legs.

“I’m sorry I called you ridiculous,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

Before Jesse can say that his apology is accepted, Andrew leans down and presses their mouths together, effectively spoiling any chance of words being formed in a coherent fashion. His arms go around Andrew’s neck as he settles down in Jesse’s lap, pressed up close, that familiar warmth and weight grounding him, surrounding him and making him feel protected and safe.

He loves it. He loves Andrew. He loves this. He loves them.


Pointless 3rd Fill: Falling Into Your Gravity, 5/5


They make it to the bedroom, eventually.

Andrew’s pressing Jesse down on the mattress, holding him still while his mouth works him, thorough and slow. Jesse moans, then claps a hand over his mouth to stay quiet, as if the apartment is suddenly full of people listening through the walls. He tries not to get too loud when Andrew does this, he gets embarrassed about it. But Andrew is having none of that.

He moves up, tightening his lips and pulling more muffled noises out of Jesse. When his mouth is free, he looks up at Jesse and says, raspy, “don’t do that.” Andrew reaches up and takes Jesse’s hand away, threading their fingers.

“Andrew…” Jesse starts, a note of pleading in his voice.

“I want to hear you, Jess.”

“Andrew, please, I can’t…”

“I love hearing you, sweetheart. Don’t hold it in.” He leans down and nuzzles Jesse with his nose, making him gasp. He does it again, mouthing at him, and Jesse lets out a little squeal. Andrew smiles and says, “That’s it, let it out. Let me hear you.”

Jesse is about to protest when Andrew goes back down on him, and this time Jesse can’t control the sounds coming out of his mouth. He whimpers, loudly, and Andrew makes a pleased sound that vibrates through Jesse’s body and makes him shudder.

“Jesus, Andrew I…”

He knows he’s not going to last much longer. Andrew’s good, he’s always so, so good. Like all he wants is to give Jesse pleasure, like that’s all he needs, like that’s what he was created to do. It makes Jesse’s heart feel like it’s trying to claw its way out of his body, because it can’t handle feeling so much. Right now, all of his fucking anxiety and all the stupid, irrational, pointless thoughts that fill up his mind like cotton, none of that matters right now. Because right now, he has Andrew, and Andrew’s mouth, and his hands, and his love.

It’s as if Andrew can read his mind, because his fingers squeeze his hand, tight, and Jesse sighs, surrendering. Andrew gives him a final once-over, taking him deep and hard, and that does it, he’s totally gone. He comes in hard spurts, Andrew humming around him contentedly and taking it all down.

Andrew stays on him until he stops shaking and quiets down, then pulls off and drags the back of his hand across his mouth before crawling up and laying down beside Jesse, nuzzling his nose into Jesse’s hair like he always does. He’s recovered his senses enough to know that Andrew is achingly hard, so he rolls over and climbs on Andrew’s lap and, yeah, he’s hard as a rock.

Andrew murmurs a half-hearted protest, “Jess, it’s okay, you don’t have to…”

He cuts himself off when Jesse unzips his pants and slips his hand inside to tease his fingers over Andrew’s hardness. And now it’s Andrew’s turn to gasp and make fucking delicious sounds. Jesse loves to make Andrew come undone too, just as much as Andrew loves doing it to him.

“Jess, honey, that’s… oh god.

Andrew’s so keyed up, so high from going down on Jesse. Jesse strokes him hard and firm, and Andrew comes alive under his hands. Jesse gets it, he gets why Andrew wants to hear him, why he doesn’t want him to hold back. It’s ridiculously, absurdly hot to see Andrew unravel, to know he wants this. It’s an incredible rush. Jesse wishes he could be like that, be more like Andrew. Uninhibited, unselfconscious, free.

Soon enough, he’s arching up like a cat and groaning long and beautiful when he comes all over Jesse’s hand, and he looks so fucking gorgeous that Jesse almost can’t breathe.

Andrew catches his breath and zips his pants back up while Jesse quietly sucks his fingers clean. When he’s finished and they’ve both come back down to earth, Jesse settles himself down beside Andrew, and he inches over and lays his head on Jesse’s chest.

“So,” he says, “what do you think?”

“What do I think about what?”

“About this. Us. Living together. What do you think?”

Jesse pretends to think, very hard. “Well, I guess it’s okay. I’m still on the fence.”

Andrew’s laughter vibrates through Jesse’s chest. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Well, what do you think?”

Andrew turns his head to glance up at Jesse. “I think it’s the best idea I’ve had in a long time.”

Jesse says nothing, he just leans down and kisses the top of Andrew’s head. To himself, he thinks me too.

OP! - (Anonymous), 2011-06-25 03:04 am (UTC)(Expand)