domesticity meme: andrew/jesse

scornandritz:

Note: adding the question ‘who’s on top’ because I, apparently, take everything in a sexual context and answered that instead of the cuddly version for Mark and Wardo. … oops. [Also, the nightmare Andrew talks about? Actually a nightmare I had as a child for a long time.]
Also, disclaimer: these are fictional representations of real people, in no way meant to reflect real life, blah blah blah, don’t google yourself and especially don’t click my blog if you do google yourself.

who’s on top

  • It’s a trust thing, because they’ve both been with women for so long (Andrew tells him on the first date the times he’s fumbled with boys, in backrooms, in his bedroom back home, 17 and scared and tampering down attraction; about the times he’s taken a girl home because he was scared of the fire growing in his stomach because of a guy; about all the women he’s loved, too, but that he thinks— no, he knows— that he can love a guy, and the secret smile he shares with Jesse then makes the first date feel more like a ritual, a routine written in their blood, something innate and intrinsic and part of their nature, awakening within them). At first they don’t even breach the subject of… of that, instead taking their time.
    But it’s Jesse, at first, that allows Andrew in, that trusts him enough. It brings Andrew to tears, afterwards, long after Jesse is asleep, thinking that the man lying next to him is ready to be his. (And he’s scared, a bit, in that dark moment.)
    Later, Andrew trusts him enough, too, holds Jesse’s hand as he lets himself go. After that, it doesn’t matter. 

who is the big spoon/little spoon

  • “I used to have this nightmare,” Andrew says one night into the curve of his neck, as he’s drifting off to sleep, “that I’d— I’d walk into the middle of the street and get hit by a car. And that I would be dying, and the only thing I would notice is that everyone who held hands wouldn’t be hit by cars.”
    Jesse laughs, turns his head to kiss his cheek, says, “Go to sleep, Andrew,” after some witty comment about doing the locomotion.
    But he wakes up some hours later, sunlight bleeding through the glass panes, and finds Andrew’s hand tucked into his for dear life, Andrew’s body wrapped tightly around his, refusing to let go. 

what is their favorite non-sexual activity

  • It’s probably the way that Jesse runs his fingers down the spines of the books, or the way that he feels the curve of the vinyl against his forefingertip to inspect it, but Andrew drags him to the secluded little corner book and record shop every now and then to watch the way his eyes light up at the latest musical theatre record the old, crinkly store owner has purchased.
    Later, Andrew will buy him the best record player he can find with his latest paycheck. He won’t tell him of the small notes that he writes to the store keep— do you have the 1985 recording of Follies? and thanks for the import of Oliver! in Russian, he loves it.

who uses all the hot water in the morning

  • Andrew likes letting the stream of water run down him, likes to gather soap in his hands and style his hair in mohawks, in emo flips. Jesse makes fun of him for it, always, brushing his teeth at the sink and telling him that the ‘dishevelled hair’ look is really too polished to be considered dishevelled, anyway.
    Andrew doesn’t mind the taunts. He only showers for as long as Jesse’s in the bathroom talking to him, anyway. 

what they order from take out

  • “My mum says you’re too skinny.” 
    “Really? Because my mother doesn’t even talk to me any more. She just writes me fan mail since I’ve started dating you.”
    “Piss off. We’re getting the veggie pizza and you’re eating more than a slice and a half.” 

what is the most trivial thing they fight over

  • Justin comes over, clean-shaven for the first time in months, looking at Jesse with an eyebrow raised and holding up his phone. “Dude. Why did you tell me to come over and to—” here, he pauses, “—to be sure to shave beforehand?” he reads off the screen.
    Jesse stares up at him. He’s the picture of defeat. “Andrew insists that he looks good with a beard and is trying to grow it out again.” 

who does most of the cleaning

  • He goes on these cleaning streaks that are targeted at certain areas of the house— the kitchen and the bedroom, sometimes the hallway connecting them. Jesse obsesses over what could possibly be lurking there and the effect it has on his health; so even as the rest of the house sits in disarray, the sheets will be neatly tucked into the bed, the hallway floors will shine, and the cabinets arranged by expiration date.
    When Andrew moves in, he doesn’t say a word. Now, every second Sunday, Jesse spends most of his day in the bedroom, Andrew in the living room, and by the end of the evening they’ve managed to mess at least one of them up again. 

what has a season pass in their DVR

  • “We’re not watching Teen Wolf, Andrew.”

who controls the netflix queue

  • “We’re not watching Legally Blonde, Andrew.”

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working

  • The winter their heat goes out is hell, because Andrew isn’t even technically supposed to be living at Jesse’s apartment (he is, his name’s just not on the paper), so he can’t call, and Jesse freezes up over phone conversations with people in authority. It gets to the point where the entire contents of the linen closet have been dumped out into the living room by mid-January, and Andrew gives up trying to convince Jesse to call already and instead wraps his boyfriend into his arms, pulls the blankets around them, and warms them both up.

who steals the blankets

  • It’s a constant war— no, literally. Jesse even makes a metaphor about Revolution-era Russia and Andrew gives up trying to figure out who’s the Bolsheviks in this conflict.
    But in the morning it’s always Jesse, curled around a clump of downy blankets, and Andrew, curled around him. 

who leaves their stuff around

  • “Hair gel? In the kitchen? Really?”

who remembers to buy the milk

  • “He does this endearing thing where he only wants to buy free-range, hormone free milk,” Jesse gushes into his cup of coffee, taking a sip and blush high on his face. “It’s from this organic store that takes its milk from this local farm in Vermont, and Andrew has to take a fucking train to get it and he buys it in gallons and—”
    “I see you’re getting along well, then,” Anna says, soft, smiling like she’s proud of her best friend, and reaches over to cover Jesse’s hand with hers. 

who remembers anniversaries

  • The constant fight over when their anniversary isn’t so much a fight as a joke. Andrew insists it’s the day they met— “I’ve loved you since then!” he croons— but Jesse says it’s the day they started dating, officially.
    So they celebrate their own days with stubborn propensity before Andrew finally drops to his knees one summer and says, “Fuck it, we’re settling on a date once and for all,” pulls out a ring and says, “How does October 1st sound?”
    It’s June. Jesse’s tearing up and he grabs the ring from him and slips it on his finger and of course it fits perfectly. ”That’s when the movie came out,” he chokes through his tears. 
    Andrew stands up and gathers him into his arms. “Yes?” he prods, gentle, into Jesse’s ear.
    “Yes,” Jesse squeaks.
    So that settles that. 

sophiainkorea:

#he doesn’t know what to do with it so he just pets it like a cat

sophiainkorea:

#he doesn’t know what to do with it so he just pets it like a cat


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