3/2/2023 0 Comments Jeremy knox the foxhole courtThe bruise on his cheekbone stood out against the flush of his cheeks and if it weren’t for that Jean would have thought he was dreaming. The colour was back in his cheeks and his eyes were no longer as dull. Turning around Jean took in Kevin once again. “Mon cher, you left it here, along with half of your belongings.” “You still have my tea” Kevin said softly and Jean laughed. By the time he found the box and prepared two mugs he could hear soft footsteps on the tile behind him. Keeping himself busy he put on the kettle and searched through his cupboards for the peppermint tea he knew Kevin left behind. Jean tried to ignore how familiar it felt as he watched Kevin disappear into the bathroom. Put your wet ones in the dryer when you’re done.” The green eyed man simply nodded and made his way down the hall. I left dry clothes on the counter for you. “If you’re going to be here then you need to shower. Kevin stood with the towel draped over his head, eyes focused on the carpet like he had never seen anything quite like it. Finding an old PSU hoodie and a pair of sweatpants he left them in the bathroom and braced himself to face the man in his entryway. It was mostly empty, save for a bed and dresser but the closet still housed all the items Kevin had left after he moved out. Grabbing a towel he threw it in Kevin’s direction and made his way down the hall to the guest bedroom. He just needed to stay strong and remind the other man of what they had agreed on months ago. Rifling through the storage closet he tried to even his breathing, reminding himself that he would be okay. I can’t have you drenching my carpets like a wet dog.” Kevin hummed in response.Īnxiety coursed through Jean’s veins as he quickly made his way to the bathroom. His hair stuck to his face and his wet shirt clung to his chest, showing off the muscles Jean had spent months trying to forget. In the bright light of the entryway Jean could see a bruise under Kevin’s left eye, purple and yellow mixing with the dark black of his tattoo. “Are you going to let me in? It’s freezing out here and I walked.” Jean clicked his tongue but moved out of the way so the shorter man could enter the house. Kevin’s face twisted into a pained smile and he gestured towards the house. “What on earth are you doing on my porch?” “Mon cher,” Jean’s voice was tense but he hoped Kevin didn’t notice. Kevin stood in front of Jean, soaking wet and shaking in the wind. Opening the door Jean was met with sad green eyes and he flinched when he realized who was on his porch. It had been years since Riko died but every time he opened a door he expected to see him standing there, waiting to make up for all the lost time. He wasn’t expecting anyone and anxiety rose in his throat. The loud ringing of his doorbell caused him to jump and he laughed at himself for still being so scared of something as natural as a storm.ĭraping the blanket from his lap around his shoulders he made his way to the front door. Even now, two years later, Jean craved the comforting warmth that radiated off the ball of sunshine that is Jeremy Knox.Ī flash of lightning lit up the room and Jean covered his eyes like a scared child. It wasn’t long after he joined the Trojans that the captain took notice of his fears and offered to comfort him anytime a storm rolled in. Thunderstorms felt as suffocating as Riko’s rage and he still hadn’t gotten used to being alone during them. Life was different now but every time it stormed Jean was pulled back to the nest. Jean sat curled up on the couch as he listened to the sound of the storm, his phone clenched in his hand as he debated calling Jeremy to comfort him. Rain pelted the living-room windows as thunder roared in the distance. Past Kevjean, beginnings of Jerejean, rated G, 2.3k words I promise that the ending always stays the same
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