#dcrryborn

——- ❝ And lately I don't feel the same                              Though I've been trying to ❞

@dcrryborn​  said :   "Don't let me do the same mistake twice. Let us leave this town together. It scares the shit out of me to ever forget about you again."

     the confession catches him off guard, sky blue hues wide as he looks up to the other man.  for a split second, he things jeff is joking, expecting him to start laughing and break the silence like he did so often.  but that moment didn’t come, and the serious tone of his voice and the expression of his face didn’t budge.  “ you’re  serious . ”  it’s not a question, and jakob already knows the answer.  

     he hated that he had to stand on his toes to be able to kiss him.  that if jeff lifted his head just far enough, he couldn’t reach his lips at all.  tall bastard.  but it didn’t deter him, not this time, hand tangled in the fabric of the other man’s shirt to make sure he could have a proper kiss.  something that emulated how to felt, how he wanted to hold him close and never let him go again.  his head was reeling, full of a whirlwind of memories that he’d only regained in the last two or three days.  it scared him, scared the shit out of him to think that when he went back home, he’d forget again.  he didn’t want to forget this.  he didn’t want to forget jeff. 

@dcrryborn​  said :   💋 kiss my muse.

     if jakob had been asked about regrets, not kissing jeff before he’d left derry would’ve been somewhere on that list.  he’d always had such a soft spot for him, thinking back to the times he’d been there for him ;  defending him, helping him back onto his feet, cleaning him up from a fight.  it didn’t matter what it was, jeff was there.  jeff was always there.  

     it was why when their lips met, jakob didn’t push him away  --  there was an initial shock that rocked through his body, of course, but it took no time for him to melt into the kiss.  fingers thread through the other man’s hair, a gentle noise leaving him between their lips  --  it’s brief, too brief, and jakob silently wishes it had lasted just a couple of seconds longer.  

               “NO! SHUT UP!”

    “Yep, IT doesn’t like to admit that IT likes music. But when in the sewers alone, or even while feeding. You know, general down time. IT likes to play music because the song make it feel less alone. BUT of course with ITs sleeping cycle it misses a lot of music so IT is always behind whats new.”

          It was entirely possible that he was being presumptuous.  Jeffrey hadn’t exactly asked him to come over and help clean.  (In fact he hadn’t said anything even remotely close to that, it had been more along the lines of ‘if you want to hang out again sometime...’ and Stan had taken it upon himself to fill in the rest.)  But it was too late to turn back now.  He was here, on his friend’s doorstep, with a bag full of cleaning supplies and a determined look in his eyes.

          Stan knocked.  And waited. And tried not to let doubt creep into his thoughts. It would be fine. They'd have a nice time and things would look a little tidier when they were done.