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As of that day, they'd officially been dating for a week. Jonas and Erin's apartment, now just Erin's apartment, was only one bedroom, which made living together not an option obviously. The end of the semester was only a few months off anyways, and most likely he imagined at the end of that perhaps he'd move in with Jonas. Or, at least he hoped so. With a bit of effort, Fitz hefted up a large box from the trunk of the moving van, making his way up the stairs. Carefully, he pushed through the door of the barren apartment, setting the box gently on the floor beside the door. It seemed to be pretty roomy, and he was honestly sort of surprised at how fast Jonas had managed to get the arrangements made. [break][break]
They'd managed to get most all of the furniture in on the first go, after a particularly lengthy trip to Ikea the other day. They'd spent the rest of that same day just trying to decipher the instructions and build the Songesand, or whatever the bed frame was called. For a moment he stood there, just looking around, pacing over to the balcony and sliding door that looked out over a little garden. Behind him he heard the door open, and turned to look over his shoulder, smiling softly and backlit by the sunlight pouring in from the glass door. [break][break]
Slowly, he shifted and turned around fully, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he stepped over to the door once more to meet Jonas. Glancing around the mostly unfurnished room. "It seems like a nice place. Of course, it'll probably be a lot more homey once we get you more stuff for it." He mused, letting his gaze finally rest on his boyfriend. Craning his neck, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the other boy's cheek, smiling as he did so, albeit unnecessarily shy.

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The apartment had kind of fallen into his lap. Well, Erin had dropped it in his lap. She had a lot more contacts than he did, both socially and in her burgeoning field of law. Jonas couldn't believe how quickly it'd been finalized - in just a matter of days. No further from campus than his and Erin's place had been and... Well, it was weird. Jonas felt like this new apartment suited him (and Fitz) just like his previous one had always suited Erin. The balcony was more a patio worked into the side of the building, sheltered on all sides by walls, except the outer one. The garden that the balcony looked onto reached green fingers up and into view, making the view shaded and thoughtful. Altogether the sunlight that filtered in through the weathered panes (the building was old, but had been renovated in some key ways) was more contemplative and less radiant than Erin's place. The whole atmosphere was that way. And Jonas couldn't help but think about how it paired so well with Fitz that it made him lightheaded. The thought was driven home when, just then, as Jonas awkwardly shimmied into the apartment with a few boxes, he saw his boyfriend standing on that balcony. Light etched him in a sly silhouette and Jonas swallowed automatically, and labored to drop his boxes before he didn't have a choice on the matter. Fitz moved into the building again, his features coming into focus, and Jonas grinned up at him as he straightened. "Glad you approve," he teased. "Our stuff," he corrected while Fitz's lips played along his cheek briefly. Jonas has absolutely no reservations or secrets about his intentions. The moment Fitz could get out of his dorm agreement, Jonas was going to take him prisoner, and the apartment would only then feel like home. "I... Um, have something to show you." Jonas's cheeks colored, he fought a smile, and took Fitz's hand to lead him into the single bedroom right off the main living space. There stood the stylish (and, most importantly, cheap) dresser they'd put together from Ikea the day before. There'd been a small window since then when Jonas had unloaded a handful of his clothes into it. Jonas positioned Fitz in front of it and pulled open the top drawer. His underwear, socks and two belts were neatly arranged on the left half, the right carefully vacant. "I thought we could split it," he said, a little timidly. "Even if it'll be a while before all your things are here."

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He couldn't nor did he try to hide the way his cheeks flushed when Jonas corrected him. Fitz's mind echoed the words, our stuff, and he could feel his misused heart clench just at the way the words sounded. His hands all but fell out of his pockets, allowing his boyfriend to lead him into the bedroom. A small smile poised on his lips widened into a grin when the dresser drawer was opened and it was revealed that Jonas had left a space next to his socks and undergarments for Toran's stuff to go. It was such a simple thing, but it made every bit of his defenses unravel in an instant, as he was beginning to do habitually around Jonas.[break][break]
Whirling around and finding his boyfriend's face, he let one of his hands come up to cup at Jonas' cheek, his thumb idly brushing over the older man's bottom lip reverently for a moment. Tracing the edge of his smile, like he was trying commit it to memory, as if it wasn't already. "You don't have to twist my arm, Parker." He teased with his own smile, and finally pressed their lips together in a soft and uncharacteristically sweet kiss. Letting his arms fall instead around Jonas' neck, he pulled the taller of the two of them into an embrace as he gently leaned back against the dresser. Slowly he drew back, letting their noses brush together.[break][break]

Fitz was hesitant to break the embrace, knowing they still had boxes to carry up, but always a tiny bit afraid of letting his boyfriend go even for a second. His eyes tried to meet Jonas', nearly going cross eyed as his did so. Another soft smile pulled at his lips, and he let his eyes fall from the other boy's. "You're...so perfect." Toran mumbled, afterward realizing how cheesy and cliche it sounded. He giggled, adding, "Oh no, your lameness is starting to rub off on me." He let his arms slip away, falling to his sides before he put his hands in the pocket of his jacket instead.

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He knew the scraps of nervousness were stupid. There was nothing in this world that Jonas was more sure of than his and Fitz's feelings for each other. That bashfulness at sharing the dresser was there, though, stupid or not. Fitz's hand, when it cupped his cheek; his thumb when it ran a line over Jonas's bottom lip that drove him mad; his eyes, that shone in a way they'd never done before. All of those put any lingering, absurd shyness to rest. Jonas laughed through a smile, and continued smiling into the kiss that Fitz initiated. Arms were around his neck, and Jonas's own hands instinctively snaked beneath the bottom hem of Fitz's shirt, fingers rooting in the soft, smooth skin covering the bit of his hip bones that stuck above the waist of his pants. His smile fell aside when the kiss lengthened and Fitz turned, leaning back against the dresser. Jonas let that act of submission give him an even greater upper hand, bearing down on Fitz. Then their lips parted and their noses brushed. Jonas's grin was rekindled when Fitz called him perfect. A breathy laugh shook out of him at the claim his lameness was rubbing off on his boyfriend. The faintest glint of challenge gleamed in Jonas's eye. If they were being lame, he could up the ante while still being entirely sincere. Jonas's hands drifted to Fitz's neck and glided up them, his fingers weaving into the hair at the back of his head, this thumbs resting on the hinge of his pronounced jaw. "I'm only perfect for you," he pointed out. "And you're only perfect for me." Jonas's grin tinged slyly at the edges, as if to say "don't challenge my sappiness, 'cause you'll lose." With a heave of willpower, Jonas brushed his lips against Fitz's chin and then pulled away. "Now. Much as I want to kiss you until I die from dehydration, I still have crap in the moving van."

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With a grin, he gratefully accepted the press of lips against his chin, almost rueful at how easily he'd been outdone in terms of lameness. Feeling particularly contrary, as he was prone to do regularly, he slipped past Jonas and away from the dresser, but not before glancing over his shoulder with a look that clearly said 'challenge accepted', and added petulantly, "Okay, but I'm counting every kiss you owe me from now until we get done moving all this stuff upstairs." With that, he all but bounded out of the room and downstairs to the moving van.[break][break]

Fitz grabbed another few boxes, these ones smaller than before and awkwardly carried them upstairs. That process repeated for another ten or fifteen minutes until they'd successfully cleared the van out and the entryway was crowded with boxes. With how late it was getting he decided to take the initiative and order in some food for the two of them. [break][break]
While waiting, he sat with some of the containers that had made their way into the kitchen, and at one point he'd decided to start unpacking the boxes since Jonas was doing the same, albeit in the bedroom, but got distracted part of the way through by a shoe box that'd been set on the counter seemingly by mistake. Gingerly, he lifted the lid up, finding an old polaroid staring back at him of the two of them at seventeen, along with some other small sentimental items. Gently he removed it from the box, grabbing a magnet from the fridge and pinning it to the surface. [break][break]

Hearing a knock at the door, he moved out from the kitchen and jogged over, graciously taking the bag from the man at the door before shutting it and locking it, bringing the little paper bag back to the kitchen. Pulling out the contents, some Chinese takeout boxes and a couple pairs of chopsticks, he called, "Parker! Food's here! I got your favorite." [break][break]
Elsewhere in the flat, he could hear his boyfriend moving around, and when he figured he was close enough he lowered his voice, and explained with a laugh, "I figured we'd be too tired to play chef." Still fiddling with unpacking some of the plates and utensils from the moving boxes, he shuddered involuntarily  at a kiss pressed to the side of his head, positioned just below the marred skin around his scalp that was hidden behind a cropped curtain of black hair.

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Fitz tossed his joke about counting kisses with a smirk over his shoulder, then lead the way back to the moving van. He didn't see the way Jonas swallowed, or bit the inside of his cheek, hoping to God that Fitz was actually serious; his stomach flipped anxiously at the thought. After that, though, Jonas didn't have much time to meditate on whether or not his boyfriend was going to be a man of his word. The van was cleared out with little extra fuss - which just really drove home how few belongings Jonas actually had - and then he was devoted to unpacking. The gnawing in his stomach was growing while he pulled more clothes out of boxes, but Jonas ignored it. Not actively, just by habit. Any college student learned to deal with hunger like the inconvenience (and constant) that it was. The sound of the door being knocked on distracted Jonas from his work. He perked up, confused, not even thinking to go answer it before he heard Fitz doing just that. He tried to finish what he was doing quickly so he could go and see who and what it had been. Fitz's voice broke through that film of focus. Jonas broke into a grin, clambering to his feet. He was turning into the kitchen when Fitz mentioned playing chef. "God, I love you," he breathed, putting a seal of sincerity onto the statement with his lips on Fitz's temple. "You're so sexy when you have food," he laughed, mouth still close enough for his breath to warm Fitz's ear. Together, the two boyfriends set up their feast on the kitchen's small island. While Fitz grabbed some beers from the fridge (one of the only things in it at the moment), Jonas was busy thumbing through a streaming app on his phone. "Score!" he said, triumphantly. He'd searched the name on a whim, but there it was. Jonas grinned at Fitz and propped his phone up against a box, turning up the volume as the opening theme of Twilight Zone played across the screen. "Thanks for dinner, by the way," he said on a more tender and appreciative note, taking the drink that was being passed to him.

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The shuddering turned into a shiver, and he playfully swatted at Jonas, doing his best to calm the way his ears and cheeks tinged red at the comment. "I love you too, asshole." He laughed, shaking his head, and trying to ignore how dry his throat felt. For a moment he helped set up the meal on the island, turning around to retrieve two beers from the case in the fridge, placed there earlier by himself. [break][break]
From behind him he heard a triumphant cheer, and as he turned and walked back to the table, he smirked at the first few notes of the theme song playing. Passing the drink to his boyfriend, he pressed a quick kiss to Jonas' temple in return for the one received earlier, and shook his head. "You're welcome. It's really no big deal." He answered with a smile, shrugging his shoulders with a quick glance sideways at his boyfriend before turning to the folded carton of lo mein in front of him.[break][break]
Unconsciously, he leaned into Jonas's side as he pulled his chopsticks apart, plunging them into the mess of noodles as Rod Serling's voice narrated the beginning of the episode. Shoulders pressed together, he picked at his food carefully. Fitz had always 'eaten like a bird' which was just everyone's way of nicely saying he didn't eat much in general. He made it about a third of the way through his box before he called it quits on eating, rushing off momentarily to put the leftovers in the fridge before returning and working on the can of beer. [break][break]
Leaning his head against Jonas' shoulder, he felt like he could've fallen asleep, even despite standing up. Eventually though, his drink was depleted, and Jonas seemed to be finished with his food. The outro of the episode played, and was poised to start auto playing another before Fitz tapped the screen to pause it. He twisted so that he could meet Jonas' eyes, leaning back against the island leisurely. Biting the inside of his cheek for a moment in thought, he let a sly smirk curl at his lips. "By my count, I'm estimating you owe me...mmm...one hundred and thirty-five kisses." He teased, coming up with a random and ridiculous number just off the top of his head. His eyes glimmered with amusement and fondness. Pushing his bangs out of his eyes, the edge of the burst shaped scar peeked out for a moment, and he quickly moved to cover it, feeling oddly self conscious about the pale pink skin.

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His boyfriend paused the phone, and in that alone Jonas could feel the atmosphere in the kitchen twist and warp. His throat went dry in the best possible way, and Fitz pivoted where he leaned against the counter, fixing half-lidded, challenging eyes on him. Jonas licked his lips without meaning to, and his own eyes shone with a hunger that Chinese food couldn't satisfy at the number of kisses Fitz said were owed. Fitz shifted his bangs, revealing the starburst of soft, pink tissue from the scar that brooded in his hairline there. He turned immediately self-conscious and tried to readjust his bangs to hide it. Jonas's hand was on his, though. He pulled it aside gently, but firmly and didn't have to do much, given his greater height, to get his lips to connect to the scar. Jonas carefully placed kiss after kiss there, eventually working his way down Fitz's temple, across his cheek, and catching his lips. He planted his palms on the counter on either side of Fitz's hips, pinning him there, and deepened the embrace dangerously. With a wrench of willpower, he broke the contact. He looked through his eyelashes at Fitz in a dark, predatory way so unlike his usual soft, warm glances and grins. "Take your shirt off," he said, and if the look about him was totally uncharacteristic, the command in his voice that hadn't even the slimmest room for debate was doubly so. Jonas darted in, biting at the elegant, curling tattoo on the left side of Fitz's neck for a moment, then pulled back, glaring at him and waiting for him to comply with the order.

. . . IF I WAS BORN AS A BLACKTHORN TREE, I'D WANNA BE FELLED BY YOU, HELD BY YOU, FUEL THE PYRE OF YOUR ENEMIES . . . jonas @fitz

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To him, it was like flipping a switch. He nearly squirmed under the look directed at him, and the flush in his cheeks came back with a vengeance, shading his cheeks, nose, and the tips of his ears in a dusting of reddish pink. Caught part way through the act of trying to hide the scar, his defense collapsed near instantly with the firmness of the hold on his wrist, and he whimpered softly. The brush of lips against the hypersensitive marred skin brought another shiver out of him, and he reached forward, clutching desperately at Jonas' arms as his hands moved to trap Fitz against the counter. [break][break]

Eyelids drooping, he exchanged a half lidded look silently, before eagerly accepting the kiss pressed against his lips. Doing his best to return the intensity, his willpower buckled under pressure, and his hands instead moved up to tangle his fingers in the soft wavy hair at the nape of his boyfriend's neck. Too soon Jonas pulled away and he whined pitifully, chest heaving as he struggled to replenish all the air he'd lost. Fitz nearly trembled, casting his eyes down and away from the near predatory look given to him. He bit his lip, and chewed at it nervously at the demand made. He didn't get to delegate for long, gasping harshly at the targeted nip against the sensitive skin of his neck.[break][break]
Carefully unraveling his fingers from Jonas' soft brown hair, his hands fell and curled beneath the hem of his shirt. There was a moment of hesitation in him, but the gaze leveled at him stoked at a fiery want within him. Slowly, almost painfully so, he peeled the shirt off and over his head, revealing inch after inch of milky pale skin, and dropping the article atop a box barely in reach once it was gone. For what seemed like an eternity he stood there, skin bare, and instinctively his arms moved to wrap around and hug his chest. The scar that stretched up his torso especially suffered the loss of heat, and he shyly curled in on himself. With a sheepish smile, he did what he could to meet the look Jonas gave him.

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Every noise - whimper, a moan bitten in half, a soft gasp - that Fitz made hurled fuel on the fire that was building in Jonas's skin. With slow, deliberate moves that Jonas thought was from bashfulness, rather than intentional teasing, Fitz pulled his shirt off and dropped it on a nearby box. Jonas bit his bottom lip, stepping back to drink in the sight. Fitz forced himself to meet Jonas's gaze and desire warred with adoration in the taller man's irises, somehow making the colors churn and glow. Jonas's hands went, one to each side of Fitz's neck and he leaned in, closing his eyes, to whisper against his boyfriend's lips, "You're so beautiful." Rather than kiss him, Jonas's chin dipped into where Fitz's neck met his shoulder, breathing somewhat raggedly while his hands slid tauntingly down those shoulders and the crossed arms they attached to. Jonas's wandering fingers hooked into Fitz's crossed forearms, breaking the barricade, then he moved those pale hands onto his own shoulders. Jonas surfaced from his euphoria enough to pull away again, so he could look at Fitz significantly. He reached up to grab Fitz's biceps, then slowly, slowly lowered down onto his knees, not breaking eye contact until he was kneeling. Jonas leaned in, letting his breath play over Fitz's navel, before he sucked for a moment on the skin next to it. He grabbed Fitz's pelvis to trap him in place while his mouth wandered off to the side, its destination predetermined. Jonas paused at the edge of the wide scar, with its furrowed, pink, tender skin. He looked up at Fitz and that terrifying hunger from before was replaced by heartbreak, tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he breathed, his grip on Fitz's hips tightening in desperation. Then he dove in with gentle, thorough, single-minded focus, lips and tongue working reverently over every square inch of skin that comprised that scar.

. . . IF I WAS BORN AS A BLACKTHORN TREE, I'D WANNA BE FELLED BY YOU, HELD BY YOU, FUEL THE PYRE OF YOUR ENEMIES . . . jonas @fitz

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