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It was Fitz's long day of courses. Jonas didn't have a single class that day of the week, and so it was a fight every time it rolled around to get Fitz to go. Much as he'd have loved to spend all day in bed, holding Fitz or playing video games, or binging a tv show, Jonas put on his responsible pants and almost single-handedly got Fitz out the door. He'd even escorted him to campus as the last added incentive to get him to attend class. Afterward, the thing happened that always did when he left Fitz's side. Jonas felt like there was a piece in his chest that'd been taken. He ignored the hollow bit there, focusing instead on an idea that'd been simmering in the back of his mind for a few days now. Fitz texted almost nonstop throughout the day, no matter Jonas's scorn and urging to focus on his lessons. The end of the day came, though, and Jonas told Fitz he'd meet him at the latter's dorm room. Jonas stopped at the door, leaning against its frame, and rapped lazily with his knuckles. The thing swung inward almost immediately, revealing Jonas standing there, biting his bottom lip to not totally disguise the huge grin hiding there. He brandished a small bouquet of flowers between them. "They're called spider lilies. I thought of you when I saw them," he explained, naming the spindly-petaled, black and red blooms. "Hope you're ready, Fitz. I'm taking you out. Yeah," he added at the questioning look, "like a for real date." Jonas couldn't fight off the wide, bright, toothy smile that lit up his entire body anymore.

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The last thing that he wanted to do that morning was leave for class. Waking up tangled together and chest to chest with his boyfriend was his dictionary definition of a good day, full stop. Though, with enough prodding and plenty of begrudged looks, he'd finally managed to get wrangled into a reasonable approximation of an outfit. With the added bonus of being walked to campus and class by Jonas, Fitz had managed to make it on time.[break][break]
Suffering through his English class, and the calculus class he had immediately afterwards, he all but stared at the clock and willed it to go faster. When he wasn't texting his boyfriend under the desk, that is. Around twelve he had a decent break for lunch, but he used it to finish the homework assigned so he wouldn't have to worry about it later. Despite being chastised for it, he continued to text all the way through his Latin class, and the Anthropology course he had at the end of the day. [break][break]
At Jonas' request, he headed to his dorm, though not without a fair bit of confusion on his own part. Swapping out of his school clothes and into a pair of ripped jeans, a dark t-shirt, and his favorite jacket, he heard a knock at the door just as he was slipping his shoes back on. Fitz all but ran to the door and opened it, stomping his heel into his shoe the rest of the way before beaming at his boyfriend. Then he noticed the flowers. His heart melted, and it felt as if it poured out through his ribs and pooled on the floor between them.[break][break]
Smiling once more at the explanation, his brow knitted in confusion a moment later, fighting the urge to respond with a quip. Ultimately he laughed, and it came out giddily much to his own embarrassment. Fitz gently took the flowers, pressing a soft kiss to Jonas' nose. "You're too sweet. Thank you." It was whispered, and he delicately placed the small bouquet in a cup before adding a bit of bottled water to it ad setting it on the coffee table. Turning back to the door, he fished his keys out of his pocket. "I'm ready when you are." He answered finally, turning to lock the door behind them and tangle their fingers together, letting Jonas lead the way.

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He'd wondered how Fitz would react. Cautious? Timid? Anxious? Rather, his face lit up and didn't stop shining. Jonas's heart caught fire and his breathing came with difficulty. By the time Fitz was ready to go and locking his dorm door behind him, Jonas had recovered from the constant dizzy spells his boyfriend afflicted him with. Together, they ambled back down the building's central hall, fingers intwined. Jonas kept shooting small, loving smiles sidelong at Fitz. By rights there wasn't much to talk about, or shouldn't've been, since they'd not stopped texting all day. Yet, conversation came as easily as lacing their fingers together. Fitz kept trying to tease out the evening's agenda, but Jonas wouldn't have any of it. "You'll find out," was all he'd offer, smirking with completely unbearable smugness every time. They took the bus, sitting much more closely on their two-person bench than necessary, staring at each other, running thoughtful thumbs over jaw and neck and temple. When Jonas said it was time to disembark, they did, and half a block later, they were in line for a Mexican food truck. "I'll get you in an over-the-top, glitzy restaurant one day, Fitz, I swear to God. But this time had to be special." Jonas pulled Fitz in front of him, looping his arms around the shorter man and whispering his half of the conversation mercilessly against his boyfriend's neck as the line slowly moved.

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One thing that seemed to have remained the same in their relationship, from friends at sixteen to now as boyfriends at twenty-one, was that Fitz was a chatterbox only when it came to Jonas. The latter of the two of them seemed to take it in stride, and so despite talking his ear off most of the day, Toran continued to do so as they meandered down the hall. Try as hard as he might, however, he wasn't able to get out any details about the date. His boyfriend intentionally stayed tight lipped about it, and he gave a playfully derisive huff when told he'd find out, having half a mind to wipe that smug smirk off Jonas's face with a kiss.[break][break]

The bus ride didn't seem that long, which was a shame, but he enjoyed every moment pressed close to the older man's side. Tangling their ankles together, exchanging soft caresses and small kisses between them. Fitz all but curled up in Jonas' arms during the ride. When they reached their stop, he followed close behind, clutching the back of Jonas' jacket in effort to not get separated and stay close to him.[break][break]
A short walk later they were in line for a food truck, and he grinned brightly, glancing back just as Jonas' arms looped around him. The whispers against the nape of his neck made him freeze momentarily, giving him goosebumps and painting his ears pinkish. With a lopsided smile he laughed and shook his head. "This is more special than any fancy restaurant Parker. Besides, we both know I wouldn't fit in at one of those places." The last part was said with a giggle, and he hugged the arms around him, bringing one of Jonas' hands up to press a quick kiss to the knuckles. "I love you." It was murmured, and had a much more sentimental sound to it, as he leaned his head back against Jonas' shoulder. With a soft smile, he let his eyes slip close for a moment, and added, "So much."

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"Mmmm," Jonas hummed, his chest straining to hold his swelling heart, eyes fluttering closed in misty-eyed happiness. "Never stop," he begged in a whisper against Fitz's earlobe, and his arms tightened around his boyfriend to underscore how serious his need was. They stayed that way, sealed together, until it was their turn. Jonas begrudgingly released Fitz so he could order, following his boyfriend's choice with a simple, "Make that two." For as slow as the line had been going, their orders were up almost the second Jonas had finished paying. Dinner in a bag in his hand, Jonas wouldn't let them stop at the picnic tables nearby to eat it. Instead, he pulled Fitz to his side, slinging his free arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and lead him down a path into the park in front of which the food truck was set up. At a seemingly random place on that paved trail, Jonas pulled them off into the shadowy undergrowth. "Trust me," he scorned Fitz as they went. He dropped his arm, taking Fitz's hand instead to lead him. With his body he held at bay some cloying hands of bushes and ushered Fitz through. Of a sudden, the park unfolded in a panorama around them. They were on a grassy patch of earth sheltered on three sides by trees and brush. In front of them, the folds of land of the park showed a giant screen that had been put up that evening, upon which the opening credits of Singing In The Rain was being projected. The sound blaring from the speakers around the crowded green in front of the screen was soft, but legible, from their private spot. Jonas busied himself while Fitz took in the surprise. He reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a thin, but heat-reflecting blanket meant for hiking and camping. With a flourish, Jonas spread it out, placing the bag of tostadas and four Coca-cola bottles on one side of it to tamp it down. "What do you think?" Jonas asked Fitz, who had turned to see what he was doing. Jonas couldn't hide how anxious and nervous he was for Fitz to like the whole thing. He wasn't lying. Their first date was important. It had to be perfect.

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Melting into the embrace, he smiled again, more to himself than anything. A feeling similar to the one he felt curled against his boyfriend's chest underneath the comforter in his dorm worked through him, almost an assurance that he was safe as long as he was in Jonas' arms. As much as he wanted to complain when the embrace fell away, part of him was eager to get a hold of dinner. Levering needlessly onto his toe-tips, he asked for a beef tostada please and thank you, smiling fondly at Jonas' addition. [break][break]

Throwing his boyfriend a look of confusion, his head tilt and curious stare was simply met with a smile. He pressed close into Jonas' side, following best as he could as they made their way through a park near the food truck. The questioning look stayed poised on his features, and only intensified when they pulled off the side of the path and into the undergrowth. Still, he was denied explanation, even as Jonas led him by hand through the bushes and branches that reached for them. [break][break]
As they reached the destination in mind, Fitz bumped into Jonas' back, and giggled before the sound died in his throat. He took in his surroundings, the screen set up, the way the trees and shrubs closed around the area perfectly. For once in his life he was struck speechless, hazel eyes going wide. Jonas had somehow found a cute little natural vip spot for them. Turning to look at Jonas, who was finishing spreading out a blanket, his eyes misted up a little bit and he choked on a fond laugh, trying to push away the threat of tears. [break][break]
"This is...it's so..." He stammered, trying to find words, "It's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me, Jonas." He added a laugh, but hurriedly stepped closer to bury his head in his boyfriend's shirt in an instinctive need to hide the vulnerability. "It's so perfect." He added, mumbling as he wrapped his arms around the taller of the two of them. "Thank you." Begrudgingly, he broke the hug after a moment, sniffling and turning to wipe away a felled tear. Fitz knelt down on the blanket, just taking in the set up once more before Jonas sat down beside him.

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Even in the twilight of the nighttime park, Jonas could see the ways Fitz seemed to glow, like a lamp had been turned on in his chest and was filtering through the pores in his skin. Just seeing how touched and beside himself Fitz was made Jonas's insides turn to molten adoration. To see that reaction on his boyfriend's face, he was pretty sure he'd do almost anything. Fitz tried to articulate how touched he was, and darted in to burry his face against Jonas's chest to hide. Jonas stumbled a little with the unexpected contact, but corrected and latched onto Fitz, cupping the back of his head with one hand and the small of his back with the other. Jonas grinned, tears stinging his eyes, too. God, they were so lame. Jonas pressed a kiss to Fitz's head, then nuzzled into his hair, thinking their embrace could last forever and he'd be fine with that. "You're prefect," he amended softly, closing his eyes. The instrumental spanning the opening credits of Singing In the Rain was coming to a close, fading into the first genuine scene, when Fitz pulled away and lowered down onto the makeshift picnic blanket. "I'm kinda expecting this to turn you into a sap for old Broadway musicals," Jonas said, half-teasing, half-dead serious, gesturing at the distant screen and soft sound rolling into their little secret spot. He passed a tostada to Jonas and cracked open a bottle of Coke for each of them. Jonas crawled across the blanket until he was sitting with his back to the base of a tree. He didn't care what Fitz was planning on doing or how comfortable or uncomfortable it was for him: Jonas collected his boyfriend, pulling him against himself, so that his torso was acting as a backrest. Jonas paused before he tucked into his dinner, because the tattoo curling beneath Fitz's left jawline had caught his attention, and he couldn't function until he placed a feather-light kiss to it. Jonas hummed, lips still brushing the ink, in contentment, then turned his sights back onto the giant movie screen and his tostada.

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The amendment to his statement earned a nearly rueful smile from him. How his boyfriend was able to just say things like that and immediately knock down every bit of reservation he had in his body, it was awe inspiring in a way. In his head, he had to stop himself from groaning at how lame he was being, instead leaning into the sappiness as best he could. [break][break]
As Jonas settled in beside him, he giggled at the comment, shooting the other boy a sideways look and answering, "Crazier things have happened. I'm starting to think your superpower is just making me sappy in general." Fitz snorted in amusement afterwards, passing one of the now opened bottles of coke and a tostada to Jonas before taking his own. Glancing away from the screen to his boyfriend, he quirked a brow curiously, watching him wriggle across the blanket and prop himself up against the trunk of the tree beside their picnic.[break][break]
Before he really had a chance to protest, he was being dragged backwards into laying back against Jonas' chest. Not that he would've complained anyways. Fitz instead settled in with a contented sigh as his eyes locked onto the screen ahead of them. At the brush of lips against his neck, he shivered, eyes widening. He craned his neck to look up, giving the taller man a playful glare before letting his eyes fall once more on the screen.[break][break]
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Since they'd started dating, to anyone on the outside looking in, it was almost like Fitz had become an entirely different person. That was the furthest from the truth. Jonas knew that, now, the other boy was simply completely, entirely himself. No more brief glimpses of that person, shuttered behind a wall of sarcasm and dry barbed wit. Fitz had dropped those shields in a show of complete vulnerability, and Jonas couldn't wrap his mind around how much he loved the boy nestled against him. With their dinner finished - "finished" meaning Jonas had eaten his and Fitz had picked his apart like a bird - Fitz drew Jonas's arms around his torso in a backwards hug. Jonas smiled softly at the act, just another example of the tenderness and openness that Fitz had now that they were a couple. Jonas lowered his head, so that his chin rested on the other boy's shoulder, near where it met his neck. The movie unfolded. Jonas found that, just as lazily and absently as others in the park were tossing back popcorn, he was planting kisses along Fitz's clavicle and throat while the scenes carried on. His eyelids drooped to half-closed, still paying attention to what was happening on the screen, but lulled into total comfort with Fitz in his arms and his lips fastened to his boyfriend's pale, milky skin.

. . . But when your stitch comes loose I wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz And stuffing that comes out of you . . . jonas @fitz

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In general, Fitz's attention span could be fickle, even with the absence of outside stimulus. But as the movie played, he found the press of lips against his throat and collar simultaneously comforting and highly distracting. He did his best to keep his eyes glued to the screen, fearing that the moment he looked away from it, Jonas might stop, and that was the last thing he wanted in that moment. The attempt at control did nothing to stop his skin from heating up feverishly, and he reflexively bit the inside of his cheek to ground himself.[break][break]

One particular brush of lips against his neck near the small scrawl of his tattoo made his breath hitch, eyes drooping for a second before snapping open once more. Fitz stilled himself, taking a shaky breath and absently swiping his thumb against the back of Jonas' hand, entwined with his own. Gently he brought their hands up, keeping his eyes trained on the movie as he pressed equally unhurried kisses against his boyfriend's knuckles, refusing to untangle their hands.[break][break]

Time seemed to move forward slowly from there, not that he particularly minded in this instance, happy to just exist in that space for as long as he could, even if his resolve crumbled with each lazy kiss. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity later, the credits began to roll. Fitz felt a strange sadness at that, and remained still, unwilling to move. He turned his head to the side, one hand coming up to cup the other boy's cheek, falling from there and instead catching Jonas' jaw. At first he just looked at his boyfriend, irises flitting to each of the features of his face, as if he didn't already have them memorized.[break][break]

Surging forward and not having to go far, he connected their lips, eyes falling closed, long lashes brushing against Jonas' skin. Fitz's other hand moved, dropping from his boyfriend's in favor of running through soft brown hair. Exhaling shakily through his nose, he nipped against Jonas' bottom lip, deepening the gesture methodically and at the same time losing all sense at the way the older man's beginnings of stubble grazed against his chin. As against moving as he'd been just moments before, he was beginning to shift, maneuvering into a more manageable position in Jonas' lap as they drew apart for air. Face flushed and chest heaving, he didn't stay away long, moving forward to attack Jonas' lips once more.[break][break]

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