"fold", tom/jon.
2: soma
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Jon kisses Tom in the morning once and everything comes crashing in. Tom hasn't cried in forever but the backs of his eyes are itching and Jon can see the slight sting in the creases and he doesn't understnad but he lets Tom fumble for his hands and squeeze his bones together (they crack and bend, but Jon's too focused to care). It is now that Tom's stumbling words are folded into Jon's unsurity that Jon feels every nerve in his body come to one point: mine, mine, fucking mine. He feels basic and grounded and fucking stupidly in love with loving this mess in his arms but he pulls Tom that much closer and feeds into it.
They don't talk about it really but the lingering stutter in Tom's breaths until the oven beeps says everything Jon wants to wipe out.
(Jon remembers playing outside in the snow when he was maybe seven of eight and finding a little gray tabby almost buried underneath a dumpster. He remembers the second's hesitation in his mother's eyes when he brought it home but he also remembers her making a bowl of warm milk and setting it on the cold kitchen tiles. He'd named it Snowflake - Tom had followed him around 'awwing' and looking entirely too fucking delighted when he'd told him that - and slept on the couch huddled in a fleece blanket with her and waking up the next morning alone in his own bed. He'd sprinted down the stairs as fast as his feet would carry him back then, ignoring the cold slap of the hardwood floor, wet screams already clogged in the back of his throat and he remembers her soft purr when he rounded the corner and the rough pad of her paw in his delicate, relieved hands.)
Tom doesn't say "I love you" when he pulls back but he presses his heels into the redness in his eyes and grins big and wet just for Jon.
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The first time Tom kissed Jon - the first time Jon had let anyone kiss him - Jon sank down low on the worn salmon-colored couch in Tom's den and kept his eyes trained on the episode of SNL they'd been not-watching. The bit of stubble Tom was attempting to grow out scratched against Jon's neck and his face contorted almost like he was in pain but he didn't push away because it was Tom. Tom was older and talked about sex without blushing and he was pretty good at guitar and sang Nirvana songs with Jon. And while it was weird and sort of gross to have Tom licking across the hollow below his jaw, it sort of felt okay too in a warm, suffocating sort of way and Jon had realized all too suddenly that he couldn't really breathe. When Tom pulled away, his eyes were dark and sleepy and his lips remained parted, slick now, and Jon had simply looked and looked and waited until Tom layed his mouth against Jon's and left it there.