GIVE ME SOMETHING,

[EVAN ELIAS SAUNDERS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 455px; text-align: justify; background-color: 292929; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; color: #ececec] when the time comes, baby don't run. there was no doubt that touring was a different lifestyle than a normal job or daily life. the people and the heat came and went, everything fluctuated and you were set into a routine that repeated every day for two or three months if you were lucky to be out that long. last year's skyline festival was a milestone in evan's life through multiple aspects - it was the first real tour he had been on as a new member of brooklyn fire that went through the whole country, and it was where he met jeremy, back when he was still part of another band. adaptability was evan's thing, and he had adjusted to that life of travel and such so easily since he had always been ready to do something bigger than local shit, always been ready to get out of his home and the routine of college. sure, his parents disapproved for a little while, since he 'could have been doing something better like being on his way to getting a doctorate' - but the truth was, the music was the real deal, the real thing he wanted to do for a while, for now at least. he wasn't going to lie to anyone who asked him about how it was on tour, because it was hard as hell to keep his composure, especially from the things he was obviously hiding. it was coming up on a year now, with skyline this summer marking the anniversary of his hookup with jeremy. drunken or not, it still counted as the start of something that he never thought would actually go anywhere. call him surprised, call him skeptical, call him stubborn, but no matter what, nothing jeremy could have said to him all this time could make him wonder less why he was the one he chose. and though he was working quite hard on himself as the days went by, evan's increasingly paranoid nature was only worsened with the fact that he was on tour and shared the space in close quarters with the person that he was, well, hiding with. the day was long as hell in the city of detroit, and he was lying in his bunk with his blinds closed, having retreated here to rest and catch his breath while everyone else in his band and whoever felt like riding on their bus for the night to party was in the lounge. the sun had practically killed him with its rays bearing down on the main stage for the duration of their set, and evan particularly felt like he was going to get heat stroke that day. he spent a lot of the free time afterwards indoors, apologizing via twitter for not being around because he frankly felt like shit, but with the setting of the sun and the come of the night and cool, he was feeling a little better. nothing a few hours of rest and a ton of water couldn't fix - it was something he was prone to during summer tour months that he seemed to forget and neglect sometimes. jeremy had come to check on him a couple of times once they were all loaded up into the bus to get going to the next city, and evan had advised him quietly to go on and be with everyone else for a little while, just so that it wouldn't look weird or suspicious to anyone else. he knew he was making him sad by sending him away, and he remembered touching his hand in that reassuring way to make the look in jeremy's eyes go away. "i'll be fine, it's just dehydration or something," he recalled saying in a low and quiet voice, as if there were more secrets to be told to just jeremy. closing his eyes but reopening them to focus on jeremy standing there, he felt the pains of a headache pulling at the nerves in his forehead, yet he ignored them and put a small smile on. "look, i've got a lot of water, see? don't worry. just go out there, say i'm sleeping, then come back after an hour and be with me." the daring part of that sentence was obvious, in both the words and in the look on his face, and he hoped that it would be enough to satisfy jeremy's need for attention and to quell his worry. he remembered pulling jeremy's face down to steal a kiss before retreating back to his bunk solitude, and evan had truthfully not fallen asleep like he had planned and intended to, instead lying awake and staring at the bottom of the bunk upon him, the makeshift ceiling for their living arrangements. he had reduced himself to thinking about everything, about just letting it all go and giving it up - after jeremy's last visit, it calmed him to know that everything he was going through was a lot worse in his head, and they had gotten more in touch with each other more than ever before. it made evan yearn for openness, as the two (almost three) weeks that jeremy had resided with him in florida was something more than bliss, it was reality and living with the truth, which made the adjustment from home to being on the road much harder than he would have thought. on tour, people were already speculating way more than they had before, and it was harder now that jeremy was constantly around. no longer was he in another band, they were in the same one, and it was hard to hide the looks that they shared and exchanged - you couldn't honestly say it was still as "just friends" anymore, it had evolved into so much more than that and that anyone could have recalled a year prior. turning over on his side, evan rested his head against his hands, palms meeting each other as they were positioned against the cushioning of his pillow. he looked at the bunk curtain, staring at it's lines and patterns and the darkness distorted what he was seeing. maybe he was thinking too much. he checked his phone for a moment to see the time, and he was early on his instructions. reaching for the third bottle of water he had kept with him since the last time he walked out into the lounge a few hours ago, evan opened the curtain and slid out of his bunk, wavering a little bit as he stood in the narrow hallway. looking around, he noticed no one was there - he could just tell, he knew his band mates and they always stayed outside hanging out til at least three in the morning. and normally he'd be joining in - if only he didn't feel like shit. another glance around him and evan moved his hand and gripped the curtain of his bunk, closing it carefully before he went down a few feet to the bunk jeremy had called dibs on at the start of tour. he opened that curtain, stealing another glance at the door that divided the bunk area from the lounge, and he climbed in with little effort, as it was the bottom of the column. smart, though during the day he always found himself making the joke of it being a choice from jeremy's shorter stance. adjusting his body against jeremy's sheets and blanket, evan had only noticed then how cold the temperature around here was, and he copped it up to the fact that perhaps his band mates thought it would help him feel better. evan's back pressed against the thinner mattress and he sighed, feeling inside that he missed home for that moment, the simplicity and privacy and the space. it was that feeling that had been reoccuring since they had made it out on tour again. the and dare he think that sometime soon he was ready to step out and make jeremy's life and his own much easier by dropping all this hiding. evan slowly reached his hand into his pocket and checked his phone again, typing out a simple 'come to your bunk' text and sending it to his boyfriend, the only thing separating them being the door outside. a few minutes later and he heard the locks click with the handle's turn, and his body became anxious. it was all quelled when he heard jeremy's quiet voice outside in the space and when he opened the curtain slowly, evan reached out to touch his hand. "hey, surprise," he said back to whatever he said, his voice quiet as ever. it was almost like an impossible stealth mission around their band to have these moments happen at night, and though they both knew that it probably wouldn't bother (or surprise) anyone that they were in a relationship and had been, evan was concerned with being treated differently, a little bit too much than he had expected to be. he moved his body over close to the wall, and he was glad that they were both skinny enough to fit without problem. once jeremy had settled in, evan pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt and pressed his lips against jeremy's a little aggressively. you could say that evan's desire for jeremy had been multiplied by the tour, and it was like he was learning his lesson, as jeremy had described this at his apartment before. his breath being caught in his throat as he pulled himself away gradually, evan blinked slowly, his eyes refocusing in the dark to find jeremy's eyes. "haha, fuck this shit, it's so much harder to get you alone to do that and i've been waiting all day..." he mumbled exasperately, gently touching jeremy's hair and smoothing it a little bit. "it's practically been a year, you know. i didn't forget." lizz as jeremy. 1642 words. lol sorry if this sucks/goes in circles again.

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[JEREMY STEVEN WHITE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, margin: auto; width: 400px; background: #DFDFDF; opacity: .8; border: 3px solid #000000; padding: 15px; line-height: 85%;] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - we're under the sheets and you're killing me touring was one of jeremy’s favorite things in the world. actually, it was probably his favorite thing in the world, period. he always loved the hustle and bustle that came with the touring lifestyle, and how jeremy would fall asleep in one state and wake up in another. it was also weird because jeremy was now in brooklyn fire, not love lost city. he didn’t really think about the break up from one band to the transition to another because brooklyn fire seemed more like a band to him than love lost city did simply because of music differences and creative differences. touring was something that jeremy always looked forward to, just because of what it entitled. while many of his friends were still slaving away at college, he was performing for thousands of people who loved the band. another thing about this summer was that, well, jeremy and evan had hooked up a year from now. every time jeremy thought about it a fond pinch would spread throughout his body and he would end up blushing. sometimes jeremy wished he had something to hold whenever he felt this way. to play with a ring on his finger like the many he wore already, or a necklace that he would tuck away besides his chest, next to his heartbeat. jeremy would only close his eyes and think of all the pictures that were on his computer, of them kissing and smiling. or he’d think about how they got ice cream pretty much every night while jeremy stayed with evan and how they both held hands while they were walking and they were actually a real couple. each memory came with a small fond smile that jeremy would feel tip up against his lips. each memory came with the same hope that jeremy knew evan was the “one” for him, as girly as it sounded, jeremy just knew. now if only they could stop hiding. sitting in the cool tour bus was the biggest relief jeremy had all day. jeremy kept sneaking glances at the bunk area, although the curtain was closed and he couldn’t see through it, but he knew evan was laying there. he got along well with everyone else in the band, laughing along and seeming like they were all originally together and that jeremy had only been in the band for a few weeks. he could feel himself be on some sort of edge all day, how he felt like evan could be silently dying in the bunks and no one knew. he remembered evan telling him about this while they were in bed one night near the end of their trip, talking about how the new tour was going to be amazing. still, it worried jeremy to see evan so pale and sick and weak and how everyone tried to help him, but he opted on dragging himself to the tour bus and laying down while everyone gave him a few water bottles just in case. jeremy got up once again and came into the bunk area and quietly stopped at evan’s bunk and instead of maybe getting pulled in like he was secretly hoping, evan quietly told him to go back. jeremy tried to hide the disappointment in his eyes, letting out a breath through his nose, because he knew if it came out of his mouth it would be a sigh. “are you sure? you look pretty bent up, evan,” jeremy said just as quietly. he didn’t dare use the nickname ‘ev’ in public, just in case someone thought of two plus two and got to four and everything was blown out of proportion. jeremy was trying his harest to have him and evan not be found out, but damnit, it was so hard. “really?” jeremy could hear the light tone in his voice, feel the happiness melt like a warmth in his bones. “okay, please drink, evan.” he felt like his mother at that moment and his stomach went hard in such a realization, but laughed it off quietly to himself. jeremy simply smiled at evan and went back into the lounge area and went along as if he never even left to go check up on evan. sometimes jeremy wondered what it would be like if people on this tour knew about them. how would they react? jeremy thought that they probably wouldn’t even care, because even if jeremy and evan were out as a couple, the most they would do in public was hold hands. jeremy rubbed at his temples in a slight irritation from the headache forming which came every time he thought to really dig deep into this subject. he wished evan and him were back in florida, where they stayed inside and kissed and held one another and went to the beach and jeremy got terribly sunburned and evan rubbed aloe on his back and they decided it was best not to go back. it seemed as if they were a real couple there, like they didn’t have a simple care in the world. they didn’t, actually. jeremy didn’t have any thoughts about his parents or the tour or the band or anything. it was just evan all the time. it was a big enough deal to the both of them when evan came out to his parents and how he told them that he was dating jeremy, which they probably alredy knew, and how calmly they accepted him. it was almost as if evan brought up the weather, but jeremy remembers that when they got home he touched evan in all the right places to touch him as a reward. keeping this a secret was becoming harder than jeremy expected. he was standing outside, chilling out with some other band members from different bands along with his own. he wondered what evan was doing right now. if he was still sleeping, if he was feeling okay. jeremy silently locked the thought away and went back to talking with everyone. he was talking for a bit, he remembered it being light out a few moments ago, until his phone buzzed. he saw the name ‘evan’ on his phone and slightly guarded the phone away from onlooking eyes and bit down hard on his lip to hide the almost blooming grin. he waved everyone off as he walked calmly to the tour bus claiming that evan needed jeremy’s help with some things because he still felt weak. he thought it was impossible that they didn’t know by now, really. walking into the bunk area, jeremy looked around everywhere until he reached his own bunk. “oh god, you scared me,” jeremy mumbled, but was smiling. “surprise, indeed.” jeremy felt his skin turn slightly warmer at evan’s touch, it seemed automatic that his skin always turned warmer. jeremy shucked off his shoes easily, thanking god he wore his pointed shoes today, and slipped in next to evan. a gasp escaped jeremy’s lip shakingly, almost like a moan, as evan grabbed onto jeremy and pulled him close. their emotions were at an all time high now, and jeremy couldn’t help the subtle but defiant press of his hips against evan’s, as well. “i’ve wanted to do that all day, too. i like how you can read my mind.” jeremy tucked his head closer to evan’s hand, appreciate his long fingers combing through his strands. “i know you wouldn’t forget.” jeremy looked up at evan. “so, what are we going to do? dinner and a movie? going to fly me to italy and we’ll make love and take touristy pictures?” jeremy asked jokingly, soaking in the good feeling they were both enveloped in. jeremy didn’t want this to end at all. steph as evan / 1, 288 words / BABIES. also i'm never going to win this word count game like i can never win wwf... also cred @ you!

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[EVAN ELIAS SAUNDERS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 455px; text-align: justify; background-color: 292929; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; color: #ececec] when the time comes, baby don't run. evan felt completely relieved that it was just jeremy alone who made his way back to the bunk area, and he released a sigh of a relief after taking in a breath from holding it in just in case. even in the dark he could tell that the look in jeremy's eyes was hopeful, the fact that he had practically been summoned back to be with him via text being one of the little things that evan knew would make him feel wanted. especially after he had sent jeremy away hours earlier in the fear that other people would think something was up. you had to admit, best friend or not, it would have been weird if jeremy had been with him all those hours - the standard was that your girlfriend or female friend that you were fucking was usually the person who would sit with you and take care of you when you were sick, and obviously jeremy didn't fall into either of those categories by a longshot. evan nodded along with jeremy and continued on smiling softly as he watched him kick his shoes off, resting his palm over jeremy's hand that was in reach and stationed against the bunk for balance. "anyone say anything about me being sick?" he asked curiously, partially out of reason for wondering if anyone was suspicious and otherwise also being legitimately curious at how worried his friends were about him. the rest of brooklyn fire was younger than him save for jordyn even if most of them aside from jeremy were a year apart, and sometimes evan felt kind of like an older brother figure to everyone despite their ages and their natures as individuals. "hope they're having fun out there, it sounds like a good time. you have fun? you look like you had fun," he continued, not really knowing where his words were going. maybe he was dehydrated again, since his words were turning from talking to mumbling as jeremy slipped into the bunk and onto the mattress next to him, and he opted to take another drink from his water bottle quickly before he reached over to close the curtain to the bunk. at least they wouldn't check each other's bunk and find that evan was missing from his during the night. all that mattered was in the morning, he would sneak off just before the wake up call that their manager performed every morning, and he'd pretend he was by himself in his own bunk. that was pretty much the cycle for them, and for the duration of the tour, evan had it in his mind to continue this nightly pattern. he was increasingly lonely lately, ever since he and jeremy were pried apart by time and space and the general atmosphere of tour. and his wall of how much he cared about getting caught was slowly being worn down by the desires that lurked in the back of his mind and settled in the pit of his stomach. the kiss he placed on jeremy's lips was more than just a regular kiss. sure it was made in passion, but evan felt that feeling inside of him coming to the surface again. the difficulty in it all didn't just lie in keeping it behind closed doors and in this case, closed curtains. not many people knew about evan's issues with being intimate with another person, and while he had played it off to be as a paranoia and some form of insecurity, it wasn't all that. he didn't like the word "addict" when it came to anything. aside from making him feel like he was doing some sort of hard drug or that the usage of that word painted a picture within his mind of him getting coked up or worse, it made him feel dirty and shameful for deeply desiring another person in ways that were not appropriate to continually think about when you were with them. and the added sexual tension between himself and jeremy wasn't quite helping the situation or the fact that he hadn't really admitted it to jeremy's face that that was the bigger problem. jeremy kissing back was welcomed though, especially with the same force as he had put forth when he initiated. evan's fingers gripped the fabric of jeremy's button down shirt, pulling him even closer to his body as they made out. their breaths were caught between each other, and the slight moan that escaped jeremy's lips made evan's body tingle, like the sound went straight to his nerves and touched them to make him shake. "shh," he whispered between some more shaky breaths, using his lips to keep jeremy quiet for a few more seconds before he pulled away rather slowly, taking it in. he let out a matching shaky laugh, listening to what his boyfriend had to say in reply to his small complaint about their lack of privacy. "yeah?" he asked, his fingers continually running themselves through the dark red of jeremy's hair. even these simple moments were enough to push any thoughts that would jeopardize their cover and it helped him get over his yearning, but evan couldn't help but feeling like a total idiot for continually resisting the inevitable. "i read your mind because i know you so well enough already, if anything. you're giving me too much credit." he re-adjusted his position against the bed, his arm around jeremy's body and pulling him closer towards him. the comfort of holding and being next to each other in this way was something that became quite special to evan, and when he had gotten to thinking about it he realized just how much other couples must have taken all the simple gestures like these for granted. but at least he would be one of a few that would continually appreciate the little things that said more than words could sometimes. "you comfortable? sorry for invading your personal bunk space, i just thought it was kind of sort of necessary. or something." his arms gripped jeremy closer at the talk of their tour anniversary, the marking of practically a year since they had started something up. it was something short of a miracle to him, cause he hadn't really been ever able to keep a girlfriend let alone having tried to be in a relationship with anyone else of the same sex. it was all the same ending, insecurity from one or both sides, and the fact that jeremy was something and someone so solid within his life was a sort of solace. whatever they had was definitely real, he had begun to believe in all that kind of stuff. evan brushed his lips against jeremy's hair and his forehead, touching his nose against his briefly as he closed his eyes and breathed in. "you've really got a lot of romanticism in you, jer. who would've thought?" he laughed quietly, poking fun at him as the small smile was pulling at the corners of his mouth again. a thoughtful look was on his face even if it may have been barely visible in the darkness of their bunk space - jeremy probably was somehow able to see it anyway. "wish we could do all of that stuff, but we're on tour. and at the very least, we're together instead of states apart." he paused a moment, resting his head against jeremy's and having his fingers run up and down the length of his arm slowly. evan had thought of a few things to show his appreciation and just how much he cared about jeremy, but none of them really seemed quite right even if he had tried to map out a master plan. the time on tour got in the way just like it always did, and though he didn't mind the challenge of time and space, he knew as a guy despite the circumstances of their relationship, one year would always be a big deal. "next off day though, we'll sneak off and go out for all that stuff. aside from that paris thing, that's gonna have to wait till god knows when." evan moved again to kiss jeremy, his hand resting against his cheek as their lips met. this moment was theirs, and as there was little time to continue talking without having anyone hear them or coming back, he was going to take advantage of the minutes that passed as they lay there. "i feel like i owe you something greater than the normal, jer, cause i do," evan said quietly, his voice soft enough for just the two of them. his fingers traced more lines and shapes against jeremy's skin. "i hope i've gotten better at being whoever i am, to you and in general. and because you're more than good to and for me. i really want to find some good way to show you." he refrained from tacking on the 'because i don't deserve you' that the voice in his head spoke for him, cause the last thing he wanted right now was to ruin the moment. it was feeling a little more right as the seconds ticked by, and the fact that they were so close and he didn't know what to do with himself was something that made him glad that he had some composure for. his heart was at ease when his eyes met jeremy's again. the necklace around his neck, concealed beneath his shirt, was weighing a little heavier against his chest, coupled with the matching piece weighing down in his pocket. evan moved his head a little closer, carefully. his lips were near jeremy's ear, just in the same fashion they had been during their moment in his kitchen a few weeks ago on the day he arrived for his most recent visit. evan paused for a moment, the dryness in his throat making his words catch a little as he spoke, but nonetheless the whispered words were still clear. "i want to tell you something." lizz as jeremy. 1671 words. sdfghjgfdf that is all i have to say.

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[JEREMY STEVEN WHITE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, margin: auto; width: 400px; background: #DFDFDF; opacity: .8; border: 3px solid #000000; padding: 15px; line-height: 85%;] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - we're under the sheets and you're killing me “yeah, they kept talking about how they hoped you’d be okay,” jeremy said, looking at evan. he did still look sort of pale and sickly, which made jeremy feel worried all over again. he reached out his hand and gently touched the side of evan’s head, feeling how clammy his skin still felt. he hated seeing evan sick, and he hated being sent away although he knew it had to happen for the sake of their relationship. “they seemed to be having a good time, they caught up with some people and were just talking, and yeah, i had fun, too. they’re nice.” jeremy smiled softly, feeling the fondness spread over him as he knew that evan was always there to look over him. it made him feel as if he were always going to be protected by all the evil things in the world if evan were there to hold him, to protect him. jeremy smiled at evan, his hand finding evan’s own as their fingers curled together. this felt nice, good. “i’m happy that we get to sleep together in this bunk, even if it’s meant for like half of a person,” jeremy giggled out, he always felt euphoric whenever he was alone with evan. he knew that in the morning hours that evan would slip out of his bunk, but would first kiss his forehead, and they would go onto their respective days. it felt odd how close jeremy and evan were at all times of the day, but still it felt like they had states between them at times, but never at night. at night it’s as if they were back in florida, in evan’s bed. everyone had their vices. jeremy thought about his, and he probably had to say that evan was biggest vice, really. he didn’t smoke and when he drank, he only drank until he was a bit buzzed and then cut himself off. save for a few times, one of those times being the drunken hookup, but jeremy’s vice was evan. he thought about it as his tongue shaped evan’s lips, feeling the warmth of the flesh and how soft they were. he could feel every word that he wanted to say to evan tucked in those lips, how their beat matched along with evan’s chest, which jeremy was currently placing one of his hands. he loved to hear the rush of evan’s heart, it was one of the ways that calmed jeremy down, and he could feel his own pulse in his fingertips. he felt himself be pulled closer, their bodies pressing together in that same way that seemed to breach a personal problem for evan, which jeremy had left puzzled since he didn’t know, and it would soon stop. like clockwork, evan pulled away slightly, and jeremy almost expected him to start apologizing about how he wanted to push farther, but couldn’t. instead, he got the completely opposite reaction, which made a dazed smile come upon jeremy’s lip as he panted quietly, catching his breath. “[color=you should see how nice your arms look because of the sun,” jeremy commented, his long fingers tracing the smooth skin of evan’s arm. he almost hated how tempting all of this was, how evan just seemed to stand there and scream ‘make love to me already’, but jeremy had to wait for evan to be the first to make a move. he had to, they both knew that. he pressed his head into the curve of evan’s hand, appreciating the feeling and he almost wanted to purr like a cat at how nice it felt. “true, you do know what i’m thinking like ninety perfect of them time, which, is sort of scary, actually. what if you’re trying to take over my mind?” the arm rested heavy on the curve of jeremy’s side, and he tucked himself close enough to evan that he could see him without going all the way cross eyed. he really hoped that they would have a hotel night soon, he missed having a normal bed. it also meant that jeremy and evan could sleep in the same bed, even if they got a room with two, and they could kiss all night without the fear of being walked in on. jeremy’s fingers lazily traced the curve of evan’s elbow, feeling the rough bone. “i’ll never get over how you hold me, like i’m the most precious thing in the world to you.” jeremy laughed quietly at evan’s next comment, shaking his head. “i’m as comfortable as comfortable can be, ev. it was pretty necessary, considering you scared me when you pretty much collapsed the moment you stepped on this bus.” jeremy shifted his body closer to evan. had it been a year already? jeremy could’ve sworn it only felt like a few days, but he silently thanked god that they were a couple that could actually work a long distance relationship. jeremy knew this was the right thing, all along. that they had been doing the right thing, because his mother always talked about how girls always fell for their best friends and they were truly happy when they did. jeremy wasn’t a girl, he knew that for sure, but evan was his best friend and he was in love with him. the thought excited him a little, how sure he felt in his body that they were truly meant to be together, it almost made him want to tell evan right there how much he loved him. jeremy closed his eyes as their noses touched, his hand still continuing it’s stroking pattern on evan’s arm. “i know, i should probably stop reading my mom’s magazines,” jeremy said, his voice tinted with laughter. he looked up at evan, seeing the tilt of his lips, which he knew that it meant that he was thinking. he hoped it was for something good. “that’s true. it’s better being here in this small squished bunk when we’re alone, than us spending hours on skype and texting and counting down the days until i see you.” jeremy laid his head into the pillow more, feeling how tired his body really was, but oddly enough he didn’t feel tired. maybe it was because he knew how little time evan and him really got alone. jeremy looked at evan, waiting for him to say something. jeremy learned that evan needed time, whether it were a few minutes to think or a year to even get to maybe something above the level the kissing, but jeremy was good at waiting. he didn’t mind waiting, really, because he knew evan would think of the best thing at the moment to say, and it usually was the best thing to say. “really? oh, it’s paris now, huh? i guess we really are going to go all out on the romance thing.” jeremy smiled quietly and added quietly, “i’ll wait until you’re ready, or until we can even afford it.” jeremy’s eyes closed softly against the soft feel of evan’s pink lips, savoring the kisses. he hoped they had a lot of time together, that the band would just spend time together and not worry about him or evan. his hand came up to gently rest as the base of evan’s neck, his fingers gently scratching at the small hairs on the nape. “how great? i’m just your boyfriend, it’s not like i magically cured you from death,” jeremy said. it was good that their relationship was light enough to be able to joke most of the time. he cleared his throat and quietly added, “you don’t have to do a big thing for me, ev.” his body relaxed against evan’s even more, sinking deeper into the small bed as evan traced lines into his skin, that always made him calm down. “you’ve become such a great person, ev, i promise. you’ve always been a great person to me. i wish you’d believe that.” jeremy kept his voice hushed as he looked at evan. this felt right to him, how they laid there, their legs tangled up and their fingers slowly circling shapes into their skin. he almost thought that they were back in florida and were together with the blinds closed and darcy would come up and jump on the both of them soon and they would settle on watching a movie until they both fell asleep. they weren’t there though, they were on tour, with all of their friends, and jeremy felt nice, how their relationship was slowly breaking open. jeremy held his breath as evan moved closer to him, his lips pressed dangerously close to his ear, he took in a breath through his nose. he felt his heart jump in his chest as evan whispered those weird, and all jeremy could say was, “what do you have to tell me?” steph as evan / 1, 475 words / omg too many feelings i can't take it anymore gkfjdhgs also cred @ you!

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