Firsts and Lasts- Kliensen

First Time Sharing a Bed

I know what it sounds like, and I promise it's 99% innocent. I promise you'll know when it comes up.

-21 years old-

---Evan---

"Okay Hansen, I've waited two days for tonight, you tease, we are sharing a bed, do you understand?"

The sun's last rays barely clear the treetops, and I check the clock on the bed stand just to be sure, but I was right- it's about seven right now and Jared's already trying to wrangle a promise out of me as if he doesn't know I want to sleep with him as much as he does- not sleep together, just sleep together. I'm pretty sure Jared can see me blushing.

"Okay," I agree, "I'm, um- do you want to go eat something?" I know the college cafeteria is open for really long hours, but I don't think I can handle the loud, young college students that go in and out all the time by myself, so I'm hoping, hoping, hoping he says yes, it's just, I don't want to make him.

"Yeah, sure. You definitely need it, you're a fucking stick." Jared pauses, faking thoughtfulness. "Oh no, wait, you're an acorn."

I look over fast enough to feel the air against my face, a half smile already fighting it's way up my lips. "You remember that?"

Jared takes my hand, pulling me down the hallway and kicking the door to our dorm shut behind us. "Why would anyone have outward opening doors? Whoever the fuck designed these dorms are morons." Then he gives me this are you dumb look and replies, "I remember everything I said to you, like ever. I'm failing my English minor because you take up that brain space."

I shake my head. "Not my fault, totally yours."

"Whatever."

So I quiz him. "What about when we first met?"

"You said hello and then I said hello and you were like, Evan. Evan, that's my name- oh wait- you know that- I mean, I didn't mean to say that's my name- okay fine, so I don't know your exact words."

I am beyond impressed already, but I kiss him and keep going. By nine, we're laughing and lying on my bed, and I decide he probably knows everything, just like his smile told me that first day we met.

---Jared---

"Okay, so now that we've established I know every moment and not-moment we've ever had ever can we go to sleep?" I want to cuddle. That's all I want right now.

Evan smiles and blushes and ducks his head and I have to kiss him. His lips are warm and soft, and already a little parted when I press mine to his.

I let my tongue slip in gently, and when Evan lets me, I thread my fingers through his hair and tip my head up into the kiss. His hands settle nervously on my head and the small of my back, making my heart beat faster than is healthy.

"I..." Evan's voice comes out raspy and he clears his throat awkwardly. "I should change."

I roll my eyes, trying not to smile. "I'm pretty sure you're the only college student who changes before they go to bed."

Evan shuffles over to the set of drawers. "Shut up, Jared."

~~~

"I don't know Jared, just, it's kinda early."

I narrow my eyes, already beneath the covers at ten thirty, my head propped up on one elbow as he walks towards me. "You're doing this on purpose."

And then Evan smiles, the moon leaking out from behind a cloud and lighting up the world with beams that dance.

I raise the blankets for him to slip in. "Stop smiling, you piece of shit, get the fuck in here."

The brown-haired boy does, finally, and his face is inches from mine in the bed.

I half-way smile at those blue eyes, and Evan leans forwards and kisses me, less gently and I part my lips to let him in. He tastes like mint. I guess I probably do too. I worry his bottom lip between my teeth and I swear we only make out for a few minutes, but when we're done, it's nearly eleven.

"Sleep, Jared."

"Y'know, you were right, it isn't that late."

Evan rolls over in response, and I scoot closer. And closer. Every inch feels like it's pulling me in, until we're finally flush against each other.

Evan's body is a little stiff, and I slip my arms around him to pull him closer to me. "Come here. You be the little spoon."

"I'm taller than you."

"But you're cuter than me. Cutest is the smaller spoon. Plus I wanna hold you."

I can feel the tension in Evan's body melting away like ice, like I'm fire and he's warmed by me. I think he's blushing too.

"I think, I'm pretty sure you're cuter than me," Evan mumbles into the darkness. I nuzzle his neck, listening to him gasp.

"Errrr! Wrong!" I rule, moving my legs so our feet are entangled. I smile against his skin. "I really like holding you," I say honestly. Maybe it's easier to be truthful in the dark. I definitely wouldn't have the courage to say something like this in daylight unless it was deadpan.

"I really like you," Evan responds, and I tighten my arms around him. He's so perfect and wonderful, and I love it all, even when he gets overwhelmed and lashes out, even when he goes for the lowest blow, even and especially when he lets me see the parts he likes to keep hidden. How did I ever get so lucky?

I grin into the dark. "Plus, I think bottoms are usually the little spoon."

"Jared!"

XXX

It would be the last time in a long time the two of them managed to spoon without a... situation... arising.

 Thank you again for reading!! Sorry for the late update, and thank you for sticking it out. And also, nevermind, I'm staying with Sundays for now. As you can see, Saturdays have not been working.

Also, I've heard from you that you're wondering about the lasts. I didn't write them. Yet... because I'm afraid. I'll write them if you want to read them, but let it be known that I detest angst, so... 

And if you want to read more of my Kleinsen but you don't want it to be Lasts because you don't want that sadness, hit me up with Kleinsen prompts and I'll probably write them, but it'll take me literal years. I'll dedicate it to you so you know it's been published (unless you change your username or I can't find you or something).

Okay yeah that's it sorry for the long note. If you didn't read it, that's fine too.

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