xx. the carpal tunnel of love

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He liked to think he had a plan for just about every eventuality. So, finding out that his secret identity had been compromised and wasn't so secret anymore, it wasn't exactly a shock. Even without the breach, Jimmy imagined that as fast and loose as he'd been playing with his alias recently, it wasn't a matter of if, but when. Regardless, it still brought a degree of stress his way. The moment he found out, he'd been sitting at home, relaxing on the couch with Dev on one of his few days off. Against his will, a pit formed in his stomach, and he quickly showed the memo to his boyfriend- just in time to hear the lift shudder to life. As if by some divine timing, his phone began blowing up with texts from nearly every major news journal trying to set up some sort of interview. Jimmy hadn't realized he was holding his breath until the lift stopped at another floor, and he settled back down in his seat next to the younger man. His mind was already racing with half formed thoughts and words, and he consciously made an effort to slow down so that he could say something to Devereaux that was at least somewhat coherent. "It's not a big deal, I've prepared for this since I started vigilante work." He began, admittedly it was more to himself than to Dev, despite consciously drawing each letter and syllable against the smooth skin of his palm. "They might want an interview. My landlord might decide to give me a thirty-day notice, sometimes they do that if there isn't sufficient insurance on the building. Superhuman hazards and all that. If they do, I have a couple places in mind that we can go." Pausing, a small smirk curled at his lips before he added, "It...might become more dangerous to go out in public, but, when hasn't it been?"

. . . How much I want to show you; You're the only one . . . phobia @dev

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The television was on, but to him, it was more a white noise than anything. Jimmy hardly ever had a free day, and Dev was intent on soaking up every second of his uninterrupted time with his boyfriend. Just now, he was laying on the sofa, his legs up, his back against James's, who had one arm around his smaller frame. Devereaux held Jimmy's hand in his own, fingers intertwined, and in a lazy, infrequent rhythm would brush his lips against the other man's exposed bicep. The vibration of James's phone made Dev tense, immediately and unapologetically selfishly worried it was some summons or another that would steal his boyfriend away. But he could feel the shift in James. The atmosphere of contentment they'd been sharing had changed into something... different. Devereaux opened his eyes and whispered against James's skin a simple, "Hmm?" in way of asking what the message was. James moved. Dev did, too, turning and sobering at the light in his eye. He knew it pretty well by that point. James was trying to convince himself, with logic and pragmatism, that something was handled, when his emotions were trying to convince him otherwise. Devereaux took the offered phone and his eyes - piercing and fierce at the most peaceful of times - sharpened dangerously. When he was finished, Jimmy had recovered more from the news. Enough that his hazel eyes were warm and soothing, etching words against Dev's palm. When James was finished, Devereaux gave him an unimpressed look. "You're right. It's not a big deal. But I can see the tenseness in you. There," to highlight where, Devereaux leaned forward and kissed the corner of James's mouth. Impulse seized him and, as per usual, Dev didn't fight it in the slightest. Only, that impulse was far less sexual than it tended to be around James (this time). Standing up, Devereaux pulled Jimmy to his feet after him. "Come. We're going out to do that hero thing you do. It's a good outlet for stress." Dev lead James after him toward their bedroom and where their respective masked persona ensembles were stowed. Looking devilishly over his shoulder as he went, Devereaux added, for extra incentive, "And when we get back, I have an idea for another outlet, too."

. . . I'M TRYING TO LET YOU KNOW JUST HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME . . . deathsinger @jimmy

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