Firsts and Lasts- Kliensen

First Time Sharing a Room

Very short chapter. Just watched The Rise of Skywalker, and unpopular opinion: I LOVED it. Please, if you want to talk about it, hit me up in PMs because I don't tolerate spoilers. If you comment a spoiler, I'm going to delete it. No exceptions, bro. (But I also might PM you to talk about it. No nard feelings either.)

-21 Years Old-

---Jared---

I survey the bare room, lit only by the cloud-covered sun shining through the window. There's a kitchenette and a bathroom on one side of the room. A closet on the other.

"Fuck, this is nice."

"Yeah," Evan agrees, panting a little. He's got this very heavy-looking box in his arms, and he's peeking over the cardboard.

"We have a bathroom- you can set that down, the floor isn't going to crumble, idiot."

Evan smiles bashfully and sets it down slowly. "Do you- should I take a bed? I mean, do you have a preference?"

I'm about to say the one by the window because why not, but I pause. "Evan Hansen, you little shit-"

"Can I have the one by the window?" I almost rip his clothes off right there. I don't have a trust kink but fuck I love that he trusts me.

I settle for kissing him instead. Evan leans in for another kiss as soon as I pull away, so I press a quick peck to his lips and lean back, smirking.

"Hey hey hey, there are more boxes," I grin up at him.

Evan narrows his eyes- he knows I'm messing around to be an ass, and then he pulls me back in. "They can wait."

I throw a hand out, catching the bed right as I stumble and then I'm in his lap. Evan is taller, lankier than me so we fit much better this way than Evan in my lap.

I'm about to push this beautiful, blue-eyed boy back and remove a few of these terribly annoying clothes when Evan puts a hand on my chest.

Gives me this smile. "We should probably get those boxes."

"Evan Hansen, you bastard."

---Evan---

The room is small, I guess, if you think about it, but it doesn't feel that way. Well, to me. My apartment is small, if you think about that, but I always felt more at home that way, because if the house was too big, it felt empty just like Heidi said. It just, it felt very lonely and friendless and like I didn't have a connection to the outside world or other people and this place felt friendly and welcoming.

I haven't brought that much with me, so it doesn't take very long to unpack my things into their places. Soon beds have sheets and blankets, shelves have books, and the dresser and closet are full of clothes that all look the same, and the bathroom smells like pine bath bombs.

"Really, Hansen?" Jared sneers incredulously as I fill my shirt-drawer with blue stripes and my pants-drawer with khaki, "You and your fucking blue clothes and those fucking khakis. How am I going to want to fuck you if you're wearing khaki?"

I will never, ever understand how Jared can just say things like want to fuck you off hand like that. Words like these make me splutter, like I am now, and I always respond like chess- three options: block, flee, or attack- and everytime I attack almost before I know I am. It gets awkward sometimes.

"Didn't seem to mind in high school, did you?"

Jared's look of surprise is one I'll treasure until the day I die, and he laughs like he's honestly proud of me. "Maybe we should just both take the bed by the window. Because really. I've wanted to fuck you and your khaki-and-blue shirt ass for years."

I shrug. "They're comforting." I think- I hope- I said it casually, like how was your day casual, but it's always a leap of faith with these things that other people would tease me maliciously for instead of fondly, and I always freeze, heart throat, until Jared catches me.

"I wear a button unbuttoned so I don't look fat," he offers easily, as if confessions like these are the most natural thing in the world.

"Nothing wrong with being fat," I blurt unhelpfully, which is true, but also not what I'm supposed to say, so I blurt after that, "I've seen you without the- the- uh-" I gesture up and down, button thing, "thing and I still wanted- um."

Oh shit.

This is why I should never ever open my mouth.

Jared raises an eyebrow, grinning gleefully. "You wanted? Mm-hmm. Evan, what exactly did you want?"

I bite my tongue and don't say anything. Then I look up. "Just for that, Jared, we're sleeping in separate beds tonight.

"Awww, fuck. Sorry. I take it back. I take it back."

I just shake my head, smiling.

XXX

That was the last time in a long time the two of them didn't sleep together.

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And since I'm not publishing until next weekend- merry Christmas!! Happy Hanukkah/Chanukah!! Or happy winter break! 

Or just happy!

Or if you're not happy... um I'm here if you need a friend.

I don't know what I'm saying.

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