My name is Jake. I am 20 and, unfortunately, the 'sun and moon' of Matt's life. My past may be a bit muddied, but I'm working on that.
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Matt huffed when the warmth on his legs disappeared and shifted onto his marble counter then stood up with a stretch of his arms and loud moan as the pull of his muscles rushed though his body, pleasing his senses. However, during mid-stretch, he double over a bit and laughed, shaking his head at Jake’s rather amusing conversation.

"No, no" He insisted, walking around the table to pick up the remaining utensils and plates, a slight blush running across his face and a dorky grin reaching from ear to ear. "I mean, I’m gorgeous but I don’t think I can make anyone faint. You kinda pointed that out to me once when I tried a smolder on you while asking you out and you dropped me cold then slammed your locker against my face and broke my smolder."

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Jake rolled his eyes. “Well, someone had to put you in your place. Better me than anyone else. What if some random girl had challenged you and stole your attention?” 

A smile smile replaced his grin and he reached out to catch Matt’s arm, setting his plate to the side and pulling him close between his legs. “Where would I be if I didn’t have you?”

Normally he was playful. He was cautious, careful to never cross any lines Matt may have set down. He knew he wasn’t the same Jake as before, and he didn’t want to push away any of Matt’s memories from that time. But maybe, just maybe, he wanted to make a few for himself. 

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Matt felt a little twinge in his chest. Was it from the anxiety that memory have him? Or could it be from the immense joy it brought him to see Jake so happy and intrigued by the tale. Of course, he left crucial details behind with each time he told the story, but those details were minor in Jake’s world and not even the one who remembered him knew, so it wasn’t important.

With one last shuffle in his seat to become comfortable, Matt looked to the ceiling to collect his thoughts with a soft hum before beginning his story.

"Well, we didn’t officially meet until the Freshmen induction week during the summer in the drama group at our school of which I, of course, ran. There thirty or more freshmen coming in to try out and each year, we start with a boot camp to ween out the weaker species. But before, the upperclassmen, as per tradition, performed a solo or duet or scene for the incoming class to show case our talented select and sort of to scare them off. And I, being director and president and lead vocalist and actor, was last to go. I decided to show case my vocals with a piece I had been working on for my girlfriend at the time who, broke up with me just before season started so I was a bit less than thrilled to be singing such an emotional ballad to an audience that I personally viewed much less than myself but when I got onto the stage, introduced myself and began to tune my guitar, I saw a little boy in the back, looking around nervously and scratching away at his hands like the world was after him. I remember thinking well he’s certainly the first to go, being the naive bastard I was at the time and I swore you saw me staring at you because you nearly lept out of your seat and ran for the door but, you didn’t. And then I thought, he needs something. What though? So I finished strumming up my guitar and hummed into the mic, playing a few slow runs here and there, singing the few words I wrote and every so often, looked to that little boy in the back who, I think, was then mesmerized and excited and really just happy as soon as I was singing and I couldn’t help but give a big dorky smile to him but I think he thought I was trying to please the ladies.” 

He took a brief pause to look into Jake’s eyes, becoming reminded of the look he gave him when he first heard him sing that day and the day they met face to face in the hospital after the accident. He gave him a small peck on the lips and shuffled him in his lap as he felt the sleep creeping slowly in his thighs. After a bit of bumps and possibly bruises, he continued.

"Well, a few days later, as I was heading the auditorium after checking on the vocal freshmen to the actor’s lounge, a flash of red was coming by and it wasn’t until the giant collision that knocked me to the floor and spilled my starbucks beside us did I realize it was the same small boy from the induction day 1 ceremony. He had plowed right into me and his sheet music flew everywhere, some were stained by the spilled coffee and dirt. Ah, he was shaking and for good reason too. Not only was he late, not only was he rushing, and not only did he run into someone. He ran into the lead vocalist, late for vocal practice after he had just done a check on the students and spilled his $7 latte. When I managed to sit us up, we met eyes and he barely looked at me. Instead, he was glaring at the ground and got up before we could say anything, apologized and ran back towards the auditorium, shifting a bit like he was hurt. I swore he was going to hit me instead of thank me for helping him up."

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Jake laughed. “I’m sure I would have hit you, given the chance. Whenever you smile, at least ten girls drop. It’s a wonder anyone dumped you. You must be some sort of super secret spy.” 

He shook his head, scooting back until he was standing and pulling Matt up with him. “Did you ever find out if I was hurt? I sound like a moron every time you tell this story. Like, ‘this dumb freshman came flying out of nowhere and screwed up my coffee before limping away’. It’s not very good for my ego.”

He was smiling as he spoke, grabbing his plate and jumping to sit on the counter. He felt far more comfortable on the empty surface rather than caged in by the ornate table Matt had insisted on keeping. That, and he wasn’t allowed to eat on the couch, or Mari would do it too. He wondered if he always acted like a child around Matt. Probably yes. 

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Matt couldn’t hide the wide grin on his face, his hands drifting around to feel the curves and edges on Jake’s body, chuckling softly at his little remarks and nose scrunches here and there. He leaned forward then, pressing his lips to the younger male’s head, pulled him onto his lap. His arms locked around Jake’s waist and kept him firm on his lap as he himself slouched in his seat so that they could sit face to face and comfortably. 

"You know you don’t need to ask. You just gotta tell me what you want to know. I can give you an entire bibliography about us, you know. Give me a subject. Any subject."

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Jake couldn’t help but smile as Matt pulled him forward. Strangers or lovers, it never failed to bring butterflies to his stomach. He gripped hesitantly at the older man’s shirt, pulling himself closer to the warmth and safety he felt from him. 

"Tell me about how we met."

It was a story he’d heard a few times before, but sometimes it still shocked him. They were both so comfortable with each other, it was hard to think it wasn’t a ‘love at first sight’ moment between them. Considering Matt’s looks, he almost doubted that he hadn’t fallen for him within the first few minutes they saw each other. 

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Matt sighed and returned his attention to his steak, slicing another perfect piece and dipping it into the sauce. “Have you tried just sitting down with Joey, face to face one day, and having him tell you stories of you two? Have him show you the gifts you got him before for his birthday or just at random. I know you two would get each other weird things the first Tuesday of every month which honestly I still don’t quite understand the whole meaning behind it.”

He placed his fork down and turned full body towards Jake, reaching over to the edge of his seat and pulling him between his legs. Once secured, he let his hands hold his waist and he pressed their foreheads together. “We’ll figure it out okay? But you gotta relax and let yourself get carried away in what we say. Ask questions and don’t hesitate. If Joey likes one thing more than shopping and Chris, its talking about you guys and himself.” He paused and shook his head. “Herself, herself.”

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Jake rolled his eyes, huffing out a laugh as he leaned further into Matt. The closeness was nice, it helped. Made him forget just how much he didn’t know, for at least a few seconds. 

"If I let him start talking, I’m not entirely sure he’ll stop. We may miss the wedding all together." 

His hands drifted forward, catching on the edge of Matt’ chair. He’d been getting better at returning affections, but was still hesitant. 

"What about..us? Can you tell me about us?"

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Matt watched Jake with amusement, resting his chin over his hands again as his eyes began to familiarize themselves with his husband’s features and habits. He chuckled at his outburst and shook his head softly. “Jake, relax. If you shove your food into your mouth and try to swallow and talk at the same time, you’re going to choke and die. Breathe baby, breathe.”

Matt allowed for his hands to drop onto the table, one to lift his fork and the other to lift his knife so he could cut into the steak which remained rather warm even through all the two had just done. As he torn through the meat, he hummed softly in thought, taking into consideration what Jake had asked, “ah-hah”ing when he managed to cut a well enough piece to dip into his wine sauce.

"Is that why you were making a mess up there?" He teased, snatching the meat off his fork and chewed on it as his eyes scanned over to Jake, brows lifted with a smirk on his face.

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Jake sighed and placed the fork back onto the table with a soft thud. 

"Yes. I know Joey said we were close friends, but I have nothing to go on. How am I supposed to get him something meaningful if I hardly remember anything about us being friends?"

He dragged his hand over his face, slumping into the wooden chair. The curves dug into his back painfully, but he didn’t mind. If anything, it was a reminder that we was still alive, and a reprimand for being so stupid over a couple of papers. 

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He gave Jake a nodding “thanks” and began to scan through the papers, his eyes absorbing every single detail as intently as he could. He scrunched his brows, flipping between sheets, reexamining them two or three times each. His mouth went dry but it never showed; there they were. In plain enough sight for anyone to see. His original mission. The mission he couldn’t have screwed up even more than his life. The one that brought him and Jake together, all in vain. Luckily for him, it was just the draft and it was in a quite ancient (well, to him, at least) code, too difficult for anyone to read. Even the best trained investigators.

After a long, uneasy silence, and with an uplifted spirit, Matt dropped the papers and pushed them aside, leaning his back against his chair. With a soft drop of his shoulder and some relief escaping his lips, he turned his attention to Jake, who was paling and quivering something terrible in his seat. He frowned a bit, reaching his hand to hold onto Jake’s firmly and reassuringly, replacing the frown with a soft smile.

"I have no clue what any of that was." He said with an embarrassed look on his face, his cheeks burning read with his thumb rubbing against the knuckles of Jake’s hand. "It’s like some weird computer code. Judging by the paper’s age, probably from when my mom worked as an ambassador for France. But I don’t think it’s anything to worry about."

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Jake frowned in confusion and blurted, “You can’t read any of it?”

His cheeks flushed in embarrassment and he leaned back in his chair, hastily grabbing his fork and shoveling chicken into his mouth, hoping to keep any other stupid comments from slipping out. 

Of course Matt couldn’t read it, he was an actor. He spent his days learning how to communicate through a person’s body, not how to order someone’s death through a computer. And what’s worse, he was snooping through someone else’s belongings. 

"You, um, yeah, the food is really good. We can forget about those, it’s fine. Do you want to shop later? For Joey?"