Over
Title: Over
Pairing: Jesse Lacey/Nate Ruess
Rating: PGish, for teenage sexin'
Dedication: For Laila, as requested in the drabble meme. Sorry I couldn't quite work polaroids in there, but I like how this turned out.
Summary: “Besides,” you continue, “if you dump me now, how are you going to get home?”
When I offer you survival, you say it’s hard enough to live.
Don’t tell me that it’s over. Shut up.
Poor and tired, but more than this.
How do you know that you’re right if you’re not nervous anymore?
It’s not so bad, it’s not so bad.
- The Killers :: Bling (Confessions of a King)
The fifth time Jesse tries to break up with you, you’re sitting on the beach. On a little day trip to the ocean.
“Nate,” he says suddenly. You turn to look at him, but he keeps staring out at the waves. “I think it’s time we took a break.”
“From what?”
“From each other.”
“Oh Christ, Jess,” you sigh. “Not this again.”
He turns, looking at you finally. Trying to do that angry pouting thing. “I’m serious this time.”
“Uh-huh,” you nod. “Just like you were last time. And the time before that.”
Attempt #3 was quite pathetic actually. He couldn’t even spit out the whole sentence. But that was mostly because your hand was up his shirt...
Attempt #4 was back in May. That didn’t even last 12 hours.
“Besides,” you continue, “if you dump me now, how are you going to get home?”
Jesse turns away again, crossing his arms. Okay, it was a lame threat. But you do have the car keys. The silence stretches on for a few minutes before you sigh and scoot closer to him.
“Jess,” you say quietly, resting your head on his shoulder. “This is because of last night, isn’t it?”
Last Night. Capitals necessary. You’d been fooling around in the back of your car and you’d let the L-word slip out. To your commit-a-phob, insecure boyfriend of 14 months. Whatever were you thinking? End sarcasm.
And actually, you’re surprised he still came along to the beach today.
“Jess...”
“It’s not,” he says. Which isn’t at all convincing, because his voice wavers a bit. He clears his throat and tries again, “It’s not. It’s because of me. Because... god. How are you not sick of me yet?”
You give him a look, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, look at me. I’m doing it again. Freaking out and trying to break up with you.”
You run your fingers through the back of his hair, “Aw, it’s okay. It think it’s cute now.”
He smacks your arm, “It’s not cute! It’s me being stupid and paranoid and...” he sighs. “Don’t you want something better? Different? I’d think you would.”
You crawl around in front of him, ignoring the way the sand feels like it’s burning your knees. You look him right in the eye, and wait until he can hold your gaze without flinching.
“Jesse Lacey,” you begin slowly. Accenting every syllable. “Shut the hell up. I know what I want. And I’ll tell you when this is over. But right now isn’t even close.”
It takes a moment for that to sink in, but when it does, he kisses you so hard you think he’s bruised your teeth.
Because you’ve known him long enough. And you know when he pulls these stunts, what he’s really trying to say is “I love you, too.”
And you totally get to have sex in the backseat of the car this time.
- - -
Fin.
Pairing: Jesse Lacey/Nate Ruess
Rating: PGish, for teenage sexin'
Dedication: For Laila, as requested in the drabble meme. Sorry I couldn't quite work polaroids in there, but I like how this turned out.
Summary: “Besides,” you continue, “if you dump me now, how are you going to get home?”
When I offer you survival, you say it’s hard enough to live.
Don’t tell me that it’s over. Shut up.
Poor and tired, but more than this.
How do you know that you’re right if you’re not nervous anymore?
It’s not so bad, it’s not so bad.
- The Killers :: Bling (Confessions of a King)
The fifth time Jesse tries to break up with you, you’re sitting on the beach. On a little day trip to the ocean.
“Nate,” he says suddenly. You turn to look at him, but he keeps staring out at the waves. “I think it’s time we took a break.”
“From what?”
“From each other.”
“Oh Christ, Jess,” you sigh. “Not this again.”
He turns, looking at you finally. Trying to do that angry pouting thing. “I’m serious this time.”
“Uh-huh,” you nod. “Just like you were last time. And the time before that.”
Attempt #3 was quite pathetic actually. He couldn’t even spit out the whole sentence. But that was mostly because your hand was up his shirt...
Attempt #4 was back in May. That didn’t even last 12 hours.
“Besides,” you continue, “if you dump me now, how are you going to get home?”
Jesse turns away again, crossing his arms. Okay, it was a lame threat. But you do have the car keys. The silence stretches on for a few minutes before you sigh and scoot closer to him.
“Jess,” you say quietly, resting your head on his shoulder. “This is because of last night, isn’t it?”
Last Night. Capitals necessary. You’d been fooling around in the back of your car and you’d let the L-word slip out. To your commit-a-phob, insecure boyfriend of 14 months. Whatever were you thinking? End sarcasm.
And actually, you’re surprised he still came along to the beach today.
“Jess...”
“It’s not,” he says. Which isn’t at all convincing, because his voice wavers a bit. He clears his throat and tries again, “It’s not. It’s because of me. Because... god. How are you not sick of me yet?”
You give him a look, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, look at me. I’m doing it again. Freaking out and trying to break up with you.”
You run your fingers through the back of his hair, “Aw, it’s okay. It think it’s cute now.”
He smacks your arm, “It’s not cute! It’s me being stupid and paranoid and...” he sighs. “Don’t you want something better? Different? I’d think you would.”
You crawl around in front of him, ignoring the way the sand feels like it’s burning your knees. You look him right in the eye, and wait until he can hold your gaze without flinching.
“Jesse Lacey,” you begin slowly. Accenting every syllable. “Shut the hell up. I know what I want. And I’ll tell you when this is over. But right now isn’t even close.”
It takes a moment for that to sink in, but when it does, he kisses you so hard you think he’s bruised your teeth.
Because you’ve known him long enough. And you know when he pulls these stunts, what he’s really trying to say is “I love you, too.”
And you totally get to have sex in the backseat of the car this time.
- - -
Fin.