#drewdetmer

jason has spent the last months stalking on high-strung thighs, at times mewling for somebody to pity him for carrying the soreness that he had to pay for the job at the pizza company that andrew has long since been delivering for. indeed, had it not been for the comforting knowledge of breakfast awaiting him just a few rooms away the feathered body of his duvet would’ve kept him captured, lulling him right back to sleep while small specks of dust would be dancing in the morningrise and time flying away faster than andrew ever could—or could he?  either way, it had thankfully kept him up with his working schedule, and as of today’s working shift the tearing at his muscles has been absent long enough for him to behave as if he has forgotten that it was ever resident in his body, much to his and those-who-he-has-annoyed-with-his-sporadic-mewls’ gratitude. 

after securing the pizza box on his bicycle’s carrier for today’s last delivery, jason grabs andrew’s last delivery by the counter before he gets a chance to pick it up himself and reaches it out to him with an outheld arm. a mollusked type of sullenness encounters his eyes through his friend’s when they meet each other, but it’s not as much of a mystery to him as it could’ve been to somebody else who’s not resident at harry’s house, which has recently been vibrating with greater tension for each day; something that jason has done whatever his conscience has allowed him to protect his peace of mind from. however, it seems to no longer spare him now that it turns into qualms as there are no walls between them to keep their disquiet on silent. jason cannot overlook it; he cannot hold his heart still to cease its vibrations; he cannot ignore andrew’s when his are meddling with his  own despite being neatly tucked behind layers of cardiac muscle. there must be something that he can do to relieve himself and his friend from the hurt they’ve kept bottled up inside.

“Hey Andrew,”

⟨ asking how he is doing is futile at a time and location like this. ⟩ perhaps he should do what he’s proven success at til now; frolicking andrew into smiles. ⟨ trying to talk it out will have to wait for another time. ⟩ jason knows how silly it’ll sound when his question strums off his vocal cords, but it becomes a trifle once he compares it to the fun it could bring him and his friend to share. 

[ the first thing lockhart notices upon waking up is the sound of water. his body is still slow to wake, muscles loose, limbs sprawled on a bed engulfed by soft fabric. yet, his mind goes from languid to racing within seconds and his breath catches in his throat. for a moment he can’t open his eyes, terrified for something he can’t pinpoint and when he finally does, he is met with a turtle water tank, drawings on the wall in front of him and an intense smell of pizza coming from his immediate surroundings. he breathes in relief and turns to his right side, blinking warily at the camera placed on the desk, obviously recording him as he sleeps. a little to the right, there’s also a man sleeping next to the camera, face mashed between his knee and arm. this is ... one of the more adventurous things he’s done. slipping in and out of consciousness, he extends an uncoordinated hand to the man on the chair and nudges him, fingers barely reaching his calf. he lets his eyes fall shut and barely withholds a groan. ]

SIDE A

1. sparks - coldplay / 2. shooting the moon - ok go / 3. piano quartet in a minor - gustav mahler / 4. amsterdam - daughter

SIDE B

[ lucien is bored. he’s far too tired to even think about leaving the house, but he’s also not feeling nearly dull enough to stay in his room and take a nap, or something. ultimately, those two factors are why he finds himself pushing his bedroom door open with the hand that isn’t clutching tightly to his copy of an oscar wilde anthology and looking right and left (he’s crashed into trip and his skateboard more than once in these hallways) before beginning to make his way down the corridor. most of the occupied bedrooms in the house are barred by closed doors, and although lucien wouldn’t usually take that as a deterrent of any sort, he finds that he isn’t particularly in the mood to talk to people who aren’t interested in talking to him today. not that anyone would ever have no interest in talking to him, of course. by the time he’s bothered to even pay attention to where he’s going, lucien realises that his feet have carried him to the living room-- and the fact that andrew is seated comfortably on the couch could almost be considered fate. his friend’s back is turned towards the doorway, and so lucien takes the opportunity to creep forward until he’s as close as possible to andrew. he flashes the camera sitting on the coffee table a mischievous wink before lunging forward, winding his ams around the doppelganger’s shoulders with a quiet hiss of ‘boo!’, and very deliberately dropping the book into his friend’s lap. ]

This is amazing.

[ it hadn’t taken much of an effort for lucien to convince andrew to come with him on a date to the museum of natural history. he’s been here once before, with nelson, but the overexcited doppelganger had pulled him past some of the more interesting exhibits in favour of focusing on the space & science-based areas. this time, though, lucien knows exactly where he wants to go, and has wasted no time in using their joined hands to pull andrew towards the hall of ocean life. he’d seen it fleetingly last time, but this time around, it’s almost nothing like he remembers-- it’s even better. it’s a weekday, and so the hall is almost empty, which is why lucien then takes the opportunity to lie down right in the middle of the expansive room and look up at the giant blue whale model. he grins up at his friend, and gestures for andrew to join him before allowing his gaze to slide back towards the diorama. he’s still looking up at the marine creature as he speaks next. ]