Patton and Janus broke up months ago. The problem? They still haven’t told their friends, and their annual beach trip is looming. Not wanting to break the news and ruin the vacation, they come to an…unconventional agreement.
Pairings: Moceit, background Prinxiety
Content Warnings: Drinking/flashback to underage drinking, drunkenness, breakups, lmk if i missed anything!!
Word Count: ~2100
Author’s Note: The second chapter is here!! Writing the flashback in this chapter made me miss freshman year of college so bad actually i need to go back i fear.
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Janus stood in the emptiness of the master bedroom and stared at the space where Patton had been. The late afternoon sun spilled across the polished hardwood floor, painting the room in a hazy gold. Muffled from downstairs, he could hear him telling Virgil that he would cook after all tonight, which didn’t surprise him in the slightest. He knew from six years of being in a relationship with the man that he cooked under stress. Memories of coming home to their apartment to find Patton in the kitchen surrounded by trays upon trays of cookies came flooding back to him, and his heart gave a painful tug.
He blew out a careful, measured breath and sat on the corner of the bed. He hadn’t been lying—Patton really was a terrible actor, which provided two massive problems for Janus: one, because they had to keep the charade up all week, and two, because Janus secretly found Patton’s complete inability to lie one of his most endearing qualities.
Really, this had been a terrible idea to begin with, but when he had come over to the apartment to pick up his things, he couldn’t help but notice the deep circles under Patton’s puffy red eyes, his unkempt hair, his rumpled shirt. No matter how upset with each other they still were, when Patton had turned to look at him, the only thing that he wanted to do was close the space between them, take him into his arms, and smooth down his hair. Even now, he hated seeing him so upset. And so, he did the only thing that he could think to do:
Propose the world’s worst plan.
They still hadn’t told the others about the breakup yet. It was getting to the point where it was starting to worry Janus, so he could only imagine how much it was destroying Patton. If the bags under his eyes were any indication, he had been turning the question of how to tell them over and over in that worrywart way of his. And so, the plan was concocted: by keeping the act up until after their vacation, they both got to enjoy one final week of normalcy with their friends, and it gave them time to cool down enough that when they did break the news, they could at least present a united front.
And, though he wouldn’t admit it, the selfish part of him wanted to avoid the crushing finality of telling everyone for as long as possible.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, but then again, his brain had always seemed to turn to mush when it came to Patton.
The bastard was impossible not to adore.
And so, here he was, sitting on the edge of the bed that he would be sharing with his ex-boyfriend for the next week, in a lovely little house that he could so clearly picture the two of them sharing a life in, surrounded by all of their closest friends.
One week. That was all he had to get through.
One week, and then everything would change.
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Dinner was, of course, delicious.
Janus twirled his spaghetti around his fork and tried to look as nonchalant as possible, situated directly next to Patton. He cut a sidelong glance at him—at the very least, he seemed a fraction less tense than a few hours ago, which he supposed was an improvement. He had been white-knuckling the steering wheel on the ride over.
His face was also prettily flushed, the way it always was after a few glasses of wine, which Janus was valiantly trying to ignore.
“This is wonderful, dear,” Janus said as naturally as he could. Patton started a little.
“Thank you!” He responded, the flush creeping down to his neck and beneath the collar of his shirt. A small, traitorous part of Janus’s brain wondered how far down it went. “…honey.”
“I was thinking we could all head down to the beach at around ten tomorrow?” Roman cut in brightly. “Make some sandwiches, bring a cooler?”
“Sounds good to me,” said Virgil, picking at his salad. In spite of himself, Janus had to fight back a smile. Roman could have suggested they all walk over hot coals at six AM sharp, and Virgil would have readily agreed.
“Everyone good for margaritas after dinner?” Roman asked. He had worked as a bartender in college, and as such, always took it upon himself to make drinks for the group at large. Not that Janus complained. Roman knew exactly how Janus liked his drinks–syrupy sweet, the alcohol nearly undetectable–and scarcely teased him for it.
Patton nodded so emphatically that a bit of white wine from the glass that he was holding nearly sloshed over the side, and understanding hit Janus like a stone sinking in water. He’s planning on getting drunk.
Janus could hardly blame him–the thought had crossed his mind too, as a way to cope with the comically uncomfortable situation the two of them had found themselves in–but Patton was a notoriously chatty drunk.
The first time they had all drank together as a group was in freshman year, sitting in a cramped circle around Roman and Patton’s shared dorm room, playing some drinking game that Roman had found online and nursing some truly disgusting vodka mixers with whatever beverages they could scavenge from the vending machines. It had been two years before he and Patton had started dating, and at the time, Janus had been determinedly ignoring the way his stomach swooped at the sound of his laugh like a bird dipping and gliding in the air. He knew fully well from his older sister what happened to friend groups when two of the members started dating. Despite having only met in August, these were some of the closest friends that Janus had ever had, and he wasn’t willing to give it up on the off chance that Patton liked him back.
On his left, Logan took a shot of New Amsterdam, his face scrunching up in disgust as the others cheered. On his right, Patton, leaning against his dresser and eyes slightly unfocused, shushed them halfheartedly, mumbling something about keeping quiet for the RA. Remus reached to the deck of cards in the center of their lopsided circle, and drew the top one, crowing, “Queen!”
“Whaddoes that one do again?” Virgil asked, readjusting the weighted dinosaur from Patton’s bed he was holding in his lap. He hadn’t relinquished it all night.
“I gotta ask someone a question, then that person asks someone else a question, and so on. First person who doesn’t want to answer drinks. Logan–what’s the worst grade you’ve ever gotten in a class?”
Logan blushed beet red and glared down into his red solo cup, as if trying to divine the answer from his rancid blue Gatorade mixer. At last, he mumbled, “A B. Plus. In junior year English.”
They all roundly booed him.
Logan straightened up and cast his gaze around the circle. “Um…Patton. What is the worst thing you’ve done in the past week?”
Patton’s eyes immediately widened, and he looked guiltily down at the floor. “Yes’trday, I…killed a spider.”
“The horror,” said Remus.
“I didn’ mean to, it jus’ startled me!” Patton said, the alcohol slurring his words together. They had never gotten drunk together as a group before, and Janus suspected that this may be Patton’s first time getting drunk at all.
“‘S alright, Pat,” Virgil snorted, not much more sober than Patton was. “‘S your turn.”
Patton immediately perked up. “So I ask a question?”
“Yep!” Roman said from Patton’s other side.
“Can be anything,” Remus added.
Patton thought for a moment, then turned to Janus so suddenly he startled. Patton’s face was inches away from his, eyes glittering, a pretty flush on his cheeks. ”Janus!” he chirped, and nearly tipped forward into Janus’ lap. “Do you like me?”
The reaction was immediate. Remus choked on his drink, and Roman made a noise that was somewhere between a hysterical laugh and a delighted gasp. Logan’s mouth fell open as he gaped at Patton, and Virgil, despite his inebriation, tugged at Patton’s hand firmly and gave him a pointed glare, hissing, “Pat.”
Janus sat rooted to the spot, the world seeming to tip beneath him. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from Patton, looking at him so earnestly with those melted chocolate eyes, his lips slightly parted. He was so close that Janus could count the freckles on his face.
He could feel the response on his tongue; could feel the shape of the words, the weight of them. He opened his mouth, and managed a humiliating sound that was something like a frog croaking, which made the twins laugh even harder.
Yes, his brain screamed at him. Yes, I do, and if you keep looking at me like that, I might fall in love with you, too.
Instead, he took a sip of his drink.
~
Now he sat on the couch, margarita in hand and trying his best to ignore the way his nerve endings lit up at every square inch of Patton’s body pressed against his side.
They were all a few drinks deep by now; the twins had insisted on playing drinking games, despite the fact that they were certainly getting too old for such things. Still, it was a welcome distraction: facing off against Roman and Virgil with Remus in a game of pong as Logan and Patton watched bemusedly from the couch was a welcome distraction. At some point, though, he had tapped out, swapping places with Logan, and now he found himself on the couch with Patton.
The room had gone pleasantly fuzzy around the edges; Janus closed his eyes, allowing himself to savor the feeling. His friends were together, the house was quaint and cozy, and Patton was leaning against him, his warmth as comforting as Janus remembered. He could almost pretend that everything was as it should be; that he and Patton were still together, and that they could sit like this again, curled up on each other, not having to worry about jumping back as if the other had burned them.
Janus shoved the thought away; it wasn’t fair to Patton to let himself pretend. They had broken up, and Patton had probably moved on by now. Regardless of whatever lingering feelings Janus still had for him, he needed to respect that.
Patton shifted, and his head lolled gently against Janus’ shoulder. He had been strangely quiet all night—at least he was keeping his lips sealed about the agreement—but Janus was being very much reminded what a cuddly drunk Patton was.
He supposed he should be grateful; if Patton hadn’t decided to sit next to him, it might have seemed suspicious. But him sitting here brought on a new host of problems, chief of which is that Janus would have given anything for the two of them to stay there forever.
He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his mind. The breakup was his own fault, after all; if he had wanted this forever, then he should have stepped up when he had the chance. But still, that wouldn’t have been fair to Patton.
Things are better this way, he told himself firmly. He had been repeating the words over and over again for the past few months, hoping that one day, he’d believe them.
He shifted, and found himself nose-to-nose with Patton, who was blearily blinking up at him through long eyelashes. Janus didn’t know how long he had been staring at him like that.
“Hello,” Janus said, hoping that the flush in his cheeks could be chalked up to the alcohol. “Enjoying the party?”
“Mmmhm,” Patton mumbled sleepily. “Dr’nk too much.”
“I can see that.”
Patton’s brow furrowed, face scrunched up in a pout. “Mean.”
“Honest.” He could feel Patton’s soft curls tickling his chin. “Perhaps we should get you to bed.”
“No,” he whined. “‘M comfy.”
“You won’t be when you wake up on the couch tomorrow with a terrible hangover.”
He poked Janus in the arm. “You’re comfy.”
“Patton,” Janus said, sterner this time. This—whatever this was—couldn’t happen. “Come on, let’s get up.”
“You going to bed?” Roman asked from the pong table, wincing as Logan sank a shot into one of his cups.
“Mhm,” Janus said, looping an arm around a very reluctant Patton. “Someone had a bit too much to drink.”
“‘M fine,” Patton insisted, an argument that was made less convincing by the way he started hiccuping.
“Bed, Patton.”
Remus snorted. “Don’t let him trip up the stairs!” He called after them.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Janus said back easily, even as Patton stumbled over his own feet.
They were almost to the landing, Patton tucked against Janus’ side, when Janus heard him mumble, almost too quietly for him to hear it, “I wish you din’ break up with me.”
If Janus hadn’t been so focused on getting him safely to bed, he might have accidentally dropped him. A million emotions clawed their way through his body, filling up his heart: guilt, longing, anger towards himself.
He pushed them all down and readjusted Patton under his arm. “I promise, Patton. It’s better this way.”
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Summary: Janus finds himself strangely attracted to a stranger at a bar and, before ling, they end up talking the night away.
Or: Janus is the definition of gay panic.
Pairing: romantic Moceit
Writing prompts: "I don't know what you're doing to keep me so drawn to you, but cut it out." and awkward/unintentional touch
Warnings: mentions of wine and alcohol, kissing.
Word count: 1,324
He's been staring for too long.
Janus was sitting on the stool by the bar, mindlessly sipping his wine… and staring at the man sitting by one of the tables across the room, smiling wide as he chatted away with his friends.
For some reason, despite him not being at all Janus' type, his eyes refused to move away from him, as if he's the only thing worth looking at in this crowded establishment.
Which is ridiculous at best, so sappy Janus might vomit on the spot. He is not attracted to this silly, cat-hoodie-wearing man, not at all.
It's probably the wine, clouding his judgment and making him think strange thoughts. He tries, once again, to tear away his eyes from the man's eyes, framed by a pair of square glasses… as if the man didn't look ridiculous enough. So why on earth is he so drawn to him?
Hopefully those feelings will pass by quickly, a strange crush is probably the last thing he needs right now.
Their eyes meet.
Janus freezes on the spot, as if somebody pressed pause on his entire body, and the man's curious smile towards him did not help at all.
To Janus' absolute horror, the man seems to mumble an excuse to his friends, gets up, and starts walking towards him.
Panic growing in his chest, making his heart rate pick up with every inch the man walks towards him. And then, faster than he realized it, he's right next to him, a kind smile plastered in his face that reaches all the way to his eyes.
His eyes… deep blue and mesmerizing.
Oh god! What in the world has gotten into him?
"Hello!" The man says cheerfully, complete with a little wave despite there being not much space between them. Which Janus was very aware of.
Janus swallowed, trying hard to regain his composure. "Hi." Was all he managed.
"Sorry to interrupt but, you look rather lonely. Do you want to maybe join us? Love the hat by the way." The man smiled at him, a tinge of worry in his eyes that made Janus' chest ache a little for some reason.
"Ah…" Janus said smoothly.
The man chuckled when he didn't continue. "I can just sit with you if you're too shy." He sat down, not waiting for a response.
Janus wanted to laugh, shy? Him? But his body still refused to move a single muscle, so he just sat there like a frozen statue as the man sat on the empty stool to his left.
"I'm Patton!" He said, still cheery, as though he had an endless source of cheerful energy within him. He offered his hand for Janus to shake, and all he could do was stare at it.
What happened to him? If he was anywhere near like himself, he would have walked away after proudly roasting the man for his terrible fashion choices by now. But there he was, completely frozen, mind a jumbled mess.
"Are you okay?" The man suddenly asked, cheerfulness gone from his voice, replaced by kind, sympathetic worry that made Janus want to break down and cry his heart out on his chest.
Janus cleared his throat in another desperate attempt to regain at least some of his remaining dignity.
"I'm… Janus." He finally managed to say, well, that's progress at least.
The ma- Patton relaxed, his smile returning. "Nice to meet you, Janus. Do you come here often?"
Janus' eyes drift back to the table Patton left to come here. "Aren't your friends going to get worried?" Janus asked since it looks like Patton is planning to stay with him for a while.
Patton turned around to look at the table as well. "Oh shoot! You're right, maybe I should go back, Virgil gets worried fairly easily I wouldn't want-"
"Don't go!"
The words were out of Janus' mouth before he realized it. Loud and full of sheer panic and Janus' cheeks deepened in color.
"Ah… I mean um… you can just text them and um… maybe stay for a while but… only if you want I mean I-"
Patton chuckled softly, Janus would have felt as if he's making fun of him, but something about the softness of his chuckle made him think better of it. "I don't mind staying, let me just ease Virgil's concerns and I'll be right with you." He flushed Janus a dazzling smile before whipping out his phone and typing for a while.
Janus took the time, now that he's close, to study his face. Patton has warm, inviting features, wrinkles next to his eyes that indicate he smiles more often than not, nose curved in a smooth wave and… soft, full lips.
At that Janus' whole face turned a bright red and he turned away before Patton could see. He grabbed his wine glass and golped the rest down eagerly.
Get a grip, Janus!
"Aaand there! I'm all yours." Patton said cheerfully and Janus turned back to face him, hoping his blush had died down a bit by now.
"So, Janus." Patton began with a smile. "Tell me about yourself."
Nervously, Janus did. He's not the type to quickly open up to strangers, even strangers he found strangely attractive. But Patton is like no one he's ever met. Janus has no idea how he does it but, it's just so easy to talk to him, being around him just makes you want to spill out everything, tell him your darkest secrets… and maybe the alcohol loosened his tongue a bit more than usual too, but mostly it was Patton's warm and understanding presence.
The hours ticked by as they chatted, at one point Janus faintly remembers Patton's friends going over to them before they left to wish him good night. Until, eventually, they needed to start closing up the establishment.
"Well, that's our queue to leave I guess, is your place far? Do you want me to drive you there?" Patton said as he got up from the stool.
Before responding, Janus tried to jump off the slightly tall stool himself, but ended up losing his balance, tumbling to the ground until-
Someone caught him, Janus opened his eyes, which he closed a moment ago as he awaited his impact with the cold floor, and saw Patton's worried face right above him… and very close.
Janus was very aware of Patton's hand holding his waist to keep him from falling, of his hot breath ghosting along his already warm cheeks… and his lips, very close to his own.
"Wow there! Are you alright?" Patton asked softly, his genuine concern causing a warm feeling to blossom in Janus' chest.
"I don't know what you're doing to keep me so drawn to you, but cut it out." Janus heaved, trying hard to fight the overwhelming urge to pull Patton down and press his lips to his own.
Patton smiled. "Oh? Why should I?"
Janus swallowed visibly. "What?"
Patton's smile widened. "I mean, if it draws someone like you to me…" he grinned at him. "Why should I stop?"
Without much thinking, Janus drew closer, hooking his finger at Patton's collar and pulling him even closer. Patton's breath hitched in his throat and his cheeks warmed.
"Patton?" Janus heaved, breath coming in ragged gasps at the close intimacy.
"Y-yes, Janus?" Patton swallowed, gazing down at Janus' lips.
"May I kiss-"
He didn't get to finish as Patton's lips connected with his and he melted. His lips were just as warm as any other thing about him, personality and physically wise, and just as inviting.
They reluctantly broke apart to catch their breaths. Patton looked at him with something that looked like owe and Janus' cheeks got even warmer… somehow.
Smiling, Patton resettled Janus on his feet and took his hand, leading him outside and into his car. And Janus thanked whoever was responsible for both of them being here tonight.
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For The Valentines Day Prompts; White Wine With Moceit
Patton awoke to the smell of something sweet from the kitchen; a quick check of the alarm allowed him to deduce that it was likely his husband's morning drink.
"Alchohol this early in the morning, dear?" Patton said, draping his arms over Janus' shoulders.
"I'm afraid I don't quite see the problem with that," Janus said, smirking as he pressed a kiss on Patton's forehead.
"Well, as long as you don't get blackout drunk first thing," Patton said, resting his head on Janus' shoulder.
"Why don't I prove that I'm ok then?" Janus whispered, setting down his drink and taking Patton's hands to spin him around.
"Alexa, play our dance playlist," Janus muttered at the repurposed device, which began to play a soft waltz.
"May I have this dance?" Janus asked, though he already knew the answer before Patton had nodded.
They danced for a while, laughing and talking throughout.
"I love you. . ." Patton muttered.
"I love you more~" Janus whispered, pressing another several kisses on Patton's face.
