"Wise men say... only fools rush in..."
He sang so slowly and softly, like he was deliberately trying to make Jay's heart ache. He was calmer than ever before, some new appropriation of his typically intent style of playing. The fingers on his guitar were strumming lazily, his mouth barely opening to coo the lyrics, and yet Jarvis still looked so concentrated when you looked him in the eyes.
"But I can't help falling in love with you —"
Jay had stolen every cushion from Jarvis's tiny house, tiny in comparison to his own mansion home, and shoved them up against the bed's headboard in an attempt to keep his spine from poking through and getting all bruised by the wooden frame. He was sitting like a kid at storytime, with his head tilted slightly backward, forcing him to look through half-lidded eyes and observe Jarvis's playing. Jar's legs hung off the side of the bed, one thigh cradling the hook designed in the body of his guitar. He was sitting perpendicular to Jay, so that the younger boy could playfully nudge him in the back with his knee whenever he messed up. Fortunately for Jarvis, he didn't mess up very often. That's just the thing. Jarvis equated to something of perfection.
"Shall I stay? Would it be a sin..."
He had half the mind to outright interrupt the song with a scornful 'shut up,' and Jarvis would certainly excuse him because that was a pretty typical Jarek thing to do and maybe he wasn't singing so well anyway and God knows Wilhelm can't sit still for longer than five minutes or even the thirty seconds it took for him to tune his guitar. None of that was the case. In fact, Jay was just sick of the love songs. Surely Jarvis knew how much it hurt to listen to that and know that it wasn't directed towards him; surely Jarvis knew his friend was sick of all those boring love songs because he was more of a lust song type of person because love had pretty much failed him in every scenario thus far. Jarek ignored the rest of that lyric specifically, furrowing his brow to focus on anything other than those words.
"Like a river flows surely to the sea; darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be..."
Cheesy. He chose a Presley song, of all things. Despite how upset he was by the content of the song, Jarek couldn't easily push away the fact that he was so mesmerized by Jarvis it wasn't even funny. He was staring through hooded eyes still, his lips hanging slightly open, forcing his head to stay up in the abundance of pillows. Jar had this sort of heavy voice, sort of light voice, that teetered between pitches depending on how passionate the song was or how passionate he was feeling. It was enchanting to those who didn't know him. For Jarek, though, it was tearing him apart. He just wanted to come closer... not to be totally invasive, like he usually did when he was messing with Moore, but just to be there. Maybe plant the idea in Jar's head that he could be the one the song's about.
"Take my hand, take my whole life too; I can't help falling in love with you..."
Listening more intently now, Jay caught wind of the lyrics, and his eyes drifted to Jarvis's hands. Jesus, they were to die for. He'd fawned over them in the past, watching Jarvis complete school assignments (usually both of theirs since Jay didn't bother with homework), or preparing his aspirin, or flipping through one of his many dorky comic books, but when his spindly fingers went over the frets and plucked away like it was nothing to make such a beautiful tune... Entrancing, to say the least. Jarek, out of some conscious that wasn't his own, slowly sat forward, coming slightly closer and watching Jarvis's hand slip down the neck of the guitar to another fret.
"Like a river flows surely to the sea—"
It was overwhelmingly attractive. Jarek, usually not bothered by little things like this, was suddenly envisioning the many other things Jarvis's hands could be doing - gross, Wilhelm. He didn't tear his gaze away entirely, instead moving his attention back up to Jarvis's face. Clean-cut cheekbones, a jawline that made Jay envious, and that stupidly wonderful mouth. His lips were comically puckered, and it was one of the most alluring things about Moore. He could be doing the most boring thing like plastering a stamp on an envelope and his lips would look oh-so-kissable; Jarek imagined them slightly red from contact, and then his mind went to a vision of an out of breath Jarvis, and - gross, Wilhelm.
"Darling, so it goes; some things are meant to be..."
Like us, Jarek thought, and would have said so jovially out loud if not for his fear of interrupting the song. He was leaning slightly closer again, and wondered if Jarvis was conscious of that fact - surely he had to be. Jay's breath was growing slightly more ragged, and he knew at this point his painfully "straight" friend must be able to feel it on his shoulder. What's worse was that, with such a short distance between them, Jarek was made even more aware of how Jar smelled. Sweet, with indiscernible scents, and could only be described as the vague perfume of 'candy,' but it's not like Jay wasn't used to that. Jarvis, despite probably saving on the water bill and using the bare minimum of hygiene products, had some sort of natural cologne of honey-licorice-chocolate, whatever you'd like to call it. So hard to resist, even though Jarek wasn't known for having a sweet tooth.
"Take my hand, take my whole life, too..."
Jesus. Jarek felt remorse suddenly, realising his hand had brushed over Jarvis's thigh, like he was trying to find some ghost hand that wasn't busied by the guitar. Jarvis, preoccupied by the music, seemed to notice and hazarded a half-quizzical, half-nervous look toward his friend, and if someone more observant was present, they might have noted the slightly gentler strumming and lower tone of voice that Jarvis adopted. Jarek certainly didn't look into it. In fact, he was close enough to see the details in Jar's features, how there were already slight lines on his face from constantly smiling and faint cracks in his lips from biting on them and how he had that perfect little arch in his eyebrows, and all of this was distracting enough to take him away from the music. He was less conscious of how goofy his gap-tooth looked through his parted lips and how stupidly drunk he looked when he did that snake-slit eye thing and how desperate he seemed when he bowed his chin like he was now. All of his attention was on Jarvis, not his own insecurities.
"For I can't help falling in love with you..."
"Jay-bird," came his normal voice abruptly, punctuated by an off-key pick at a string that his finger had slipped over in his surprise. Jarvis looked to be a bit taken aback by Jay's forwardness, not that it had ever been a big deal in the past, but now he looked so serious. Jarek Wilhem was never serious. He was more of a sloppy kid, and if he was intending on messing with Jarvis now, he'd be all touchy-feely and rough, suggestive gestures and destruction of that cheap acoustic guitar (if only so he could buy Jarvis a new one out of necessity). Besides, the song was over, and now they could talk instead of bumming around all day, but Jarvis was almost certain Jarek wasn't really up for that. Not with how he was acting, anyway. Despite how uncomfortable he felt with the unexpected closeness, Jarvis didn't recoil or tuck his chin like he usually did. He just stared right back, Jay's affectionate nickname hanging in the air and met with no response. He was so anxious, though, being in such close quarters, and couldn't help swiping his tongue over lips he now realised were dry.
It felt like he was teasing Jarek, whose eyes lingered on the newly shining pink lips, rejuvenated by Jarvis's annoying habit of licking his lips when nervous. He leaned in further, expecting Jarvis to lean back like he always did because it was just so embarrassing to be around that one token gay kid who constantly hits on you (or at least that's how Jay assumed his friend saw things). But he didn't. Feeling like Christmas had come early, Jarek's hands went to Jar's waist, trying to gently position his body towards himself, but he couldn't touch him. It felt too alien in the moment. Instead, they hovered slightly, uncertainly, while Jarvis's eyes closed in a gesture that Jarek understood as permission. Jay's breathing slowed, and he didn't close his eyes - ever the aesthetically-oriented type, he wanted to keep looking at Jarvis, looking as attractive as ever even when he appeared to be trembling and blushing slightly pink (hey, he couldn't judge; Jay knew his own cheeks were growing hot). He tilted his head a bit to the side, figuring it'd be easier to kiss him that way —
"Jar-vis, you'll never believe what happened at work today," came the low voice of the gregarious Mr. Moore, followed by the front door slamming hard enough to make them both jump slightly. Jarvis replied as if he was expecting it, like he was made from clockwork. "Welcome home, Dad!" Had to give it to him - Jar was a wonderful actor. His voice barely shook when he spoke, and he jumped up as quickly as he normally would, then in a slightly more hasty pace made it to his room's door. Jarek stared hopelessly at his back as he went, watching one fine hand rest the guitar up to the wall, and his own hovering hands turned into fists clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles turned bone-white and his fingernails dug into his palms. After a moment of staring straight ahead, watching the doorway creak open more even after Jarvis had made his way out (curse that cheap fucking installation, Jarek thought), he fell back against the mattress, closing his eyes and basking in the image of what it might have been like without any interruption.
He sang so slowly and softly, like he was deliberately trying to make Jay's heart ache. He was calmer than ever before, some new appropriation of his typically intent style of playing. The fingers on his guitar were strumming lazily, his mouth barely opening to coo the lyrics, and yet Jarvis still looked so concentrated when you looked him in the eyes.
"But I can't help falling in love with you —"
Jay had stolen every cushion from Jarvis's tiny house, tiny in comparison to his own mansion home, and shoved them up against the bed's headboard in an attempt to keep his spine from poking through and getting all bruised by the wooden frame. He was sitting like a kid at storytime, with his head tilted slightly backward, forcing him to look through half-lidded eyes and observe Jarvis's playing. Jar's legs hung off the side of the bed, one thigh cradling the hook designed in the body of his guitar. He was sitting perpendicular to Jay, so that the younger boy could playfully nudge him in the back with his knee whenever he messed up. Fortunately for Jarvis, he didn't mess up very often. That's just the thing. Jarvis equated to something of perfection.
"Shall I stay? Would it be a sin..."
He had half the mind to outright interrupt the song with a scornful 'shut up,' and Jarvis would certainly excuse him because that was a pretty typical Jarek thing to do and maybe he wasn't singing so well anyway and God knows Wilhelm can't sit still for longer than five minutes or even the thirty seconds it took for him to tune his guitar. None of that was the case. In fact, Jay was just sick of the love songs. Surely Jarvis knew how much it hurt to listen to that and know that it wasn't directed towards him; surely Jarvis knew his friend was sick of all those boring love songs because he was more of a lust song type of person because love had pretty much failed him in every scenario thus far. Jarek ignored the rest of that lyric specifically, furrowing his brow to focus on anything other than those words.
"Like a river flows surely to the sea; darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be..."
Cheesy. He chose a Presley song, of all things. Despite how upset he was by the content of the song, Jarek couldn't easily push away the fact that he was so mesmerized by Jarvis it wasn't even funny. He was staring through hooded eyes still, his lips hanging slightly open, forcing his head to stay up in the abundance of pillows. Jar had this sort of heavy voice, sort of light voice, that teetered between pitches depending on how passionate the song was or how passionate he was feeling. It was enchanting to those who didn't know him. For Jarek, though, it was tearing him apart. He just wanted to come closer... not to be totally invasive, like he usually did when he was messing with Moore, but just to be there. Maybe plant the idea in Jar's head that he could be the one the song's about.
"Take my hand, take my whole life too; I can't help falling in love with you..."
Listening more intently now, Jay caught wind of the lyrics, and his eyes drifted to Jarvis's hands. Jesus, they were to die for. He'd fawned over them in the past, watching Jarvis complete school assignments (usually both of theirs since Jay didn't bother with homework), or preparing his aspirin, or flipping through one of his many dorky comic books, but when his spindly fingers went over the frets and plucked away like it was nothing to make such a beautiful tune... Entrancing, to say the least. Jarek, out of some conscious that wasn't his own, slowly sat forward, coming slightly closer and watching Jarvis's hand slip down the neck of the guitar to another fret.
"Like a river flows surely to the sea—"
It was overwhelmingly attractive. Jarek, usually not bothered by little things like this, was suddenly envisioning the many other things Jarvis's hands could be doing - gross, Wilhelm. He didn't tear his gaze away entirely, instead moving his attention back up to Jarvis's face. Clean-cut cheekbones, a jawline that made Jay envious, and that stupidly wonderful mouth. His lips were comically puckered, and it was one of the most alluring things about Moore. He could be doing the most boring thing like plastering a stamp on an envelope and his lips would look oh-so-kissable; Jarek imagined them slightly red from contact, and then his mind went to a vision of an out of breath Jarvis, and - gross, Wilhelm.
"Darling, so it goes; some things are meant to be..."
Like us, Jarek thought, and would have said so jovially out loud if not for his fear of interrupting the song. He was leaning slightly closer again, and wondered if Jarvis was conscious of that fact - surely he had to be. Jay's breath was growing slightly more ragged, and he knew at this point his painfully "straight" friend must be able to feel it on his shoulder. What's worse was that, with such a short distance between them, Jarek was made even more aware of how Jar smelled. Sweet, with indiscernible scents, and could only be described as the vague perfume of 'candy,' but it's not like Jay wasn't used to that. Jarvis, despite probably saving on the water bill and using the bare minimum of hygiene products, had some sort of natural cologne of honey-licorice-chocolate, whatever you'd like to call it. So hard to resist, even though Jarek wasn't known for having a sweet tooth.
"Take my hand, take my whole life, too..."
Jesus. Jarek felt remorse suddenly, realising his hand had brushed over Jarvis's thigh, like he was trying to find some ghost hand that wasn't busied by the guitar. Jarvis, preoccupied by the music, seemed to notice and hazarded a half-quizzical, half-nervous look toward his friend, and if someone more observant was present, they might have noted the slightly gentler strumming and lower tone of voice that Jarvis adopted. Jarek certainly didn't look into it. In fact, he was close enough to see the details in Jar's features, how there were already slight lines on his face from constantly smiling and faint cracks in his lips from biting on them and how he had that perfect little arch in his eyebrows, and all of this was distracting enough to take him away from the music. He was less conscious of how goofy his gap-tooth looked through his parted lips and how stupidly drunk he looked when he did that snake-slit eye thing and how desperate he seemed when he bowed his chin like he was now. All of his attention was on Jarvis, not his own insecurities.
"For I can't help falling in love with you..."
"Jay-bird," came his normal voice abruptly, punctuated by an off-key pick at a string that his finger had slipped over in his surprise. Jarvis looked to be a bit taken aback by Jay's forwardness, not that it had ever been a big deal in the past, but now he looked so serious. Jarek Wilhem was never serious. He was more of a sloppy kid, and if he was intending on messing with Jarvis now, he'd be all touchy-feely and rough, suggestive gestures and destruction of that cheap acoustic guitar (if only so he could buy Jarvis a new one out of necessity). Besides, the song was over, and now they could talk instead of bumming around all day, but Jarvis was almost certain Jarek wasn't really up for that. Not with how he was acting, anyway. Despite how uncomfortable he felt with the unexpected closeness, Jarvis didn't recoil or tuck his chin like he usually did. He just stared right back, Jay's affectionate nickname hanging in the air and met with no response. He was so anxious, though, being in such close quarters, and couldn't help swiping his tongue over lips he now realised were dry.
It felt like he was teasing Jarek, whose eyes lingered on the newly shining pink lips, rejuvenated by Jarvis's annoying habit of licking his lips when nervous. He leaned in further, expecting Jarvis to lean back like he always did because it was just so embarrassing to be around that one token gay kid who constantly hits on you (or at least that's how Jay assumed his friend saw things). But he didn't. Feeling like Christmas had come early, Jarek's hands went to Jar's waist, trying to gently position his body towards himself, but he couldn't touch him. It felt too alien in the moment. Instead, they hovered slightly, uncertainly, while Jarvis's eyes closed in a gesture that Jarek understood as permission. Jay's breathing slowed, and he didn't close his eyes - ever the aesthetically-oriented type, he wanted to keep looking at Jarvis, looking as attractive as ever even when he appeared to be trembling and blushing slightly pink (hey, he couldn't judge; Jay knew his own cheeks were growing hot). He tilted his head a bit to the side, figuring it'd be easier to kiss him that way —
"Jar-vis, you'll never believe what happened at work today," came the low voice of the gregarious Mr. Moore, followed by the front door slamming hard enough to make them both jump slightly. Jarvis replied as if he was expecting it, like he was made from clockwork. "Welcome home, Dad!" Had to give it to him - Jar was a wonderful actor. His voice barely shook when he spoke, and he jumped up as quickly as he normally would, then in a slightly more hasty pace made it to his room's door. Jarek stared hopelessly at his back as he went, watching one fine hand rest the guitar up to the wall, and his own hovering hands turned into fists clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles turned bone-white and his fingernails dug into his palms. After a moment of staring straight ahead, watching the doorway creak open more even after Jarvis had made his way out (curse that cheap fucking installation, Jarek thought), he fell back against the mattress, closing his eyes and basking in the image of what it might have been like without any interruption.
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