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mayqueen517So...yeah. Apparently, my brain won't shut the hell up about this. Iiiii don't know why. But this and Kevin/Macy are going to be the universes of my brain. IDEK YOU GUYS.
You probably should read The Original Drabbles and The Subtle Grace Of Gravity before this. You don't have to, because I think this is pretty self-explanatory, but it'll give you a better insight to this particular fic.
Title: I'm Starting To See The Morning Light
Pairing: Kevin Jonas/Zac Efron
Rating: PG-13 at most
Author's Note: SO AU. It's from the Lovebug fic verse...that I totally need to be naming. I don't even know, you guys, LOL. Title comes from the lyrics of 'Tonight' by the JoBros. ♥
Summary: There's a frisson of tension that shoots through Kevin at the contact, his heart speeding up, and his mind going blank.
Kevin first met Zac in sniper training, before getting shipped off. They'd been friends, or as friendly as you could be while learning how best to kill someone. Zac had been cool and calm, suave and friendly all in one, like he didn't realize how much cooler that made him. Kevin was just some kid worrying about his brother.
They'd parted ways, each shipping out to somewhere different, Kevin to France, and Zac somewhere in England.
Before leaving, they'd exchanged addresses, smiling and clapping each other on the back as they left to fight for their country.
Kevin doesn't give it any thought until late at night, when he misses home so much it hurts and makes himself change the subject. He figures it's a stroke of luck to have landed in the same Squadron as Joe, but he doesn't want to push it. He thinks about Zac in a passing way, in wondering how he's doing, and wondering if Zac's still the best shot in the Academy or if someone's already obliterated that record.
He's been at home for nearly a year when the knock comes on the door, early one Friday morning when he has nothing planned. Kevin walks to the door, feet making muted sounds over the hardwood that he and Nick had put in months before. When the knock comes again, tentative this time, he opens the door and smiles politely.
"Jonas?"
"Efron?"
Zac's face breaks out into a blinding grin that's hidden by a scruff that Kevin is sure Zac's calling a beard, but his eyes are the same, as Kevin laughs louder than he means to, pulling Zac into a hug. They thump each other on the backs and laugh as Kevin pulls back, inviting him inside.
"How the hell are you, Jonas?"
"Fair enough. Yourself? How's that wife you were always going on about?"
"Not my wife anymore, but can't really blame her," Zac says, shrugging, even though his voice doesn't waver, his eyes dim a little as he takes in the house, grinning a little.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Kevin says, leading him into the kitchen and offering him some tea.
"Good god, no. Had enough of that in merry ol' England. Shit. How's that brother of yours?"
And Kevin forgot, almost, that Zac had visited the hospital with his Unit. They'd been the cavalry, coming in and helping to clean up and if Kevin stops to think about it (he doesn't, not too much anymore), it's because of Zac's Unit that they found Joe at all.
"Better. He's learned to do a lot with just one arm. It's the shell shock that's hardest for him," and Kevin sighs, taking a long sip of his tea, holding the cup and looking over as Zac nods. His eyes are darker than before, but he doesn't look away from Kevin's.
"The shell shock's the worst. 'S why the wife left me," Zac says, shrugging and waving off Kevin's apologies.
"How've you really been, Zac?" Kevin says after a moment of silence, finally settling into things enough to use Zac's first name as Zac relaxes into his chair, smiling a little. He shrugs and spreads his hands out, palms up. Kevin can see the scars that span across his left hand, burnt skin, puckered and shiny that says it's newer than other scars, not having yet faded to the rest of his skin.
"Okay, I think. Getting better now. Could use some work though, got any leads?"
"Yeah, probably. Got nothing today, but I'm gonna be helping out with some construction next week, if you wanna tag along to that. You can sleep in the music room, the couch is pretty comfy,"
"Swanky," Zac says, smiling at him and giving a wink that makes Kevin's mid-section feel entirely too twisted.
Kevin should probably be really glad that his brothers are pretty laid-back when it comes to having guests stay for a while. But Kevin knows that they get it, despite not trying to, and Kevin loves that about them. And Zac's a pretty decent housemate, cleaning up after himself and not babying Joe, but Kevin's favorite thing is that he has no qualms about singing along when he knows the songs.
Working with Zac is nothing like having trained with Zac, Kevin thinks, as they work side by side, rebuilding walls that got knocked down somehow. Kevin didn't ask, they weren't told, all in all, Kevin figures it's best not to question. He rather likes this job, especially since they're not supervised too harshly.
The sun's good for Zac too, he thinks, watching Zac strip off without any provocation, working shirtless and laughing when the other guys tease him. He always puts it back on when he sees the boss' lady approaching, but Kevin's pretty sure that's just good common sense.
They eat lunch under the giant oak tree nearby, letting the shade cool them off as they eat cold cuts and pieces of fruit, laughing as they talk about training.
"Do you remember that one commander? Beckett?"
"The one who pitched a fit about his hair? Oh my god, yes,"
"He ended up in my Unit, if you can believe it,"
"Was he a good a fighter as he thought he was?"
"Yeah, actually. Damned good sniper," Zac says, taking a bite of the sandwich, chewing thoughtfully as Kevin sighs a little, leaning back against the tree trunk.
"Cyrus ended up in my Unit,"
"Oh yeah? He still kind of full of himself?"
"Yeah. He was," and they fall silent, thinking over losing members of Units, of losing people they learned with. Fought with and saved or lost, and Kevin feels like it's suddenly too hot, even with the shared jug of iced tea between them.
"Sometimes it weighs pretty heavy, huh?" says Zac after the moment passes, the breeze stirring their napkins over the sandwiches in their laps. Zac's hand reaches for the iced tea, but stops, landing on Kevin's hand, gently holding it for a moment. There's a frission of tension that shoots through Kevin at the contact, his heart speeding up, and his mind going blank.
He thought about this, in training, thought about it and hid it in terror.
"Yeah. It..yeah. You ever feel like you're the one they should blame?"
"All the time, Kev. All the fucking time," Zac says, looking out at the road, before Kevin feels Zac's fingers squeeze his gently. Kevin wants to make a noise and sigh happily, because for all the times he thought he was messed up and weird, but above all, just plain different, it turns out that Zac might be the same way.
Maybe it's not so messed up after all.
They finish out the day, walking back to the house in a comfortable silence. The lights are on and Kevin smiles when he sees Nick out on the porch, strumming his guitar. He looks comfortable and at peace, and Kevin can hear music coming out through an open window.
It must have been a good day for Joe, he thinks.
"Hey, Nicky. What's up?" Kevin says, walking up the steps with Zac behind him.
"Mm, nothing. Nice out, tonight. Frankie's spending the night," Nick says, grinning as Kevin makes an involuntary sound of delight. He spent two and a half years away from his youngest brother, he's allowed to make his noises. Zac laughs softly, clapping him on the shoulder as they walk inside.
Joe's sitting at the table with Frankie, a checker board spread out between them, as Frankie studies it with his tongue poking out from between his teeth.
"You're going down, little man!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"You'd really beat the one-armed man?"
"If he's a dirty cheater, he's a dirty cheater,"
"Good sir, I take offense to that,"
And Kevin's stuck watching Joe and Frankie banter and pick back and forth with a lump in his throat. Joe's struggled through the shell shock, is the thing, he struggled through it and had to deal with the phantom pains that sometimes leave him screaming in pain. Kevin's got strong memories of watching Joe claw what's left of his shoulder bloody in trying to get the phantom pain to go away.
His heart hurts for his little brother, but seeing him pick with Frankie relieves the pressure on his chest.
Zac's hand on his back helps too, he thinks.
Kevin smiles softly, watching them before he goes into the kitchen, leaning against a counter as Zac follows him in. They watch each other for a moment as Kevin listens to the laughter coming from the living room, and the guitar coming from the porch.
"So that's the kid brother I heard so much about,"
"Yep. He'll pretty much take you down in checkers. I think Nick's been trying to teach him chess, so yeah," and Kevin smiles at Zac, nudging his foot against Zac's lightly, feeling a jump in his stomach when Zac flashes a grin at him.
"I can take him,"
"Maybe. He's good. You want first shower?"
"You don't mind?"
"Not at all," Kevin says, shifting forward a little bit to pull a piece of lint or something out of Zac's hair, almost sighing at being so close. It's bizarre and weird, and Kevin knows that he should be running. Except that he can't.
He can't run because his legs currently don't work.
"Lint," he says needlessly, feeling his breath catch as Zac leans forward, his hovering a few inches away from Kevin's.
"Stop me if I'm too forward," he murmurs, as Kevin exhales slowly, tentatively touching his hand to Zac's bicep, using it to hold on to as Zac's lips press against his own. They're soft and not much different than kissing a girl's lips, Kevin thinks, except he's never kissed a girl with this sort of jolt shooting through him.
They stand like that for a few moments, Zac coaxing Kevin's lips open and suddenly it's hot in the kitchen, hot and amazing.
Kevin wonders if this makes him a freak.
Zac pulls back slowly, sighing softly and his eyes are amazing up close, Kevin thinks, and when Zac's lips stretch into a smile, Kevin's answering it with one of his own. He kisses Zac again, a quick press of their lips before he smiles shyly.
"That. Um. Yeah, so, I'm...going to go grab that shower,"
"Um. Yeah. Alright,"
Kevin smiles at Zac, blushing a little when Zac gives him a wink, laughing softly as he walks off. Kevin leans back against the counter and resists the urge to touch his lips, but it's a near thing. He looks into the living room, watching Joe stare down at the checker board like it's coming alive, and Kevin notices that Joe's got one man left, whereas Frankie's got about six kings.
"You are a dirty little thief, Frankie,"
"You're a bad checker player. Kevin! Come play checkers with me!" says Frankie as he makes one last jump, taking Joe's very last man. Kevin can't help snickering as he walks in there, ruffling Joe's hair and getting a quick squeeze back.
Joe was affectionate before the war, but it seems like he always wants to hug one of them since coming back. Neither Kevin or Nick mind, especially not when Joe beams up at him and gets up, shoving Frankie over.
"That was my seat!"
"Yeah, well. You snooze, you lose,"
"But I didn't SNOOZE," says Frankie, outraged as Joe laughs, a bright happy sound that has Nick looking through the door, a smile on his face that threatens to break into laughter. Kevin knows his own is probably echoing it as he watches Joe pull Frankie onto his lap in a smooth motion.
"Okay, well, so you get to sit on my lap. Now c'mon, Frankie boy, you're going to beat Kevin like there's no tomorrow,"
Kevin laughs as Frankie rolls his eyes, a warm feeling of family and contentment filling Kevin's chest until it feels like bursting. They play for a few moments, Kevin taking time to examine each move before sliding his pieces forward, watching Frankie screw his face up in concentration.
Kevin's eyes get pulled to Joe though, Joe's content smile, his arm wrapped securely around Frankie to keep him from falling off. Frankie jumps him (twice, little shark) and Kevin watches Joe press his cheek to Frankie's hair with a soft smile, and Kevin wants to actually just cry at the soft happiness that radiates from his brothers.
Zac walks into the room at that moment, hair freshly washed and his pajamas on as he sits down beside of Kevin, looking over the board before grinning. He jumps Frankie a few times before Kevin realizes it and Frankie's looking at Zac like he's the second coming or something.
"You got to start paying attention, Kev," says Zac, grinning a little as he winks, making Kevin snort, watching Frankie make a few quick moves. Zac's the one playing now and Kevin just really can't wait until Frankie beats him.
Today was good, he thinks.
You probably should read The Original Drabbles and The Subtle Grace Of Gravity before this. You don't have to, because I think this is pretty self-explanatory, but it'll give you a better insight to this particular fic.
Title: I'm Starting To See The Morning Light
Pairing: Kevin Jonas/Zac Efron
Rating: PG-13 at most
Author's Note: SO AU. It's from the Lovebug fic verse...that I totally need to be naming. I don't even know, you guys, LOL. Title comes from the lyrics of 'Tonight' by the JoBros. ♥
Summary: There's a frisson of tension that shoots through Kevin at the contact, his heart speeding up, and his mind going blank.
Kevin first met Zac in sniper training, before getting shipped off. They'd been friends, or as friendly as you could be while learning how best to kill someone. Zac had been cool and calm, suave and friendly all in one, like he didn't realize how much cooler that made him. Kevin was just some kid worrying about his brother.
They'd parted ways, each shipping out to somewhere different, Kevin to France, and Zac somewhere in England.
Before leaving, they'd exchanged addresses, smiling and clapping each other on the back as they left to fight for their country.
Kevin doesn't give it any thought until late at night, when he misses home so much it hurts and makes himself change the subject. He figures it's a stroke of luck to have landed in the same Squadron as Joe, but he doesn't want to push it. He thinks about Zac in a passing way, in wondering how he's doing, and wondering if Zac's still the best shot in the Academy or if someone's already obliterated that record.
He's been at home for nearly a year when the knock comes on the door, early one Friday morning when he has nothing planned. Kevin walks to the door, feet making muted sounds over the hardwood that he and Nick had put in months before. When the knock comes again, tentative this time, he opens the door and smiles politely.
"Jonas?"
"Efron?"
Zac's face breaks out into a blinding grin that's hidden by a scruff that Kevin is sure Zac's calling a beard, but his eyes are the same, as Kevin laughs louder than he means to, pulling Zac into a hug. They thump each other on the backs and laugh as Kevin pulls back, inviting him inside.
"How the hell are you, Jonas?"
"Fair enough. Yourself? How's that wife you were always going on about?"
"Not my wife anymore, but can't really blame her," Zac says, shrugging, even though his voice doesn't waver, his eyes dim a little as he takes in the house, grinning a little.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Kevin says, leading him into the kitchen and offering him some tea.
"Good god, no. Had enough of that in merry ol' England. Shit. How's that brother of yours?"
And Kevin forgot, almost, that Zac had visited the hospital with his Unit. They'd been the cavalry, coming in and helping to clean up and if Kevin stops to think about it (he doesn't, not too much anymore), it's because of Zac's Unit that they found Joe at all.
"Better. He's learned to do a lot with just one arm. It's the shell shock that's hardest for him," and Kevin sighs, taking a long sip of his tea, holding the cup and looking over as Zac nods. His eyes are darker than before, but he doesn't look away from Kevin's.
"The shell shock's the worst. 'S why the wife left me," Zac says, shrugging and waving off Kevin's apologies.
"How've you really been, Zac?" Kevin says after a moment of silence, finally settling into things enough to use Zac's first name as Zac relaxes into his chair, smiling a little. He shrugs and spreads his hands out, palms up. Kevin can see the scars that span across his left hand, burnt skin, puckered and shiny that says it's newer than other scars, not having yet faded to the rest of his skin.
"Okay, I think. Getting better now. Could use some work though, got any leads?"
"Yeah, probably. Got nothing today, but I'm gonna be helping out with some construction next week, if you wanna tag along to that. You can sleep in the music room, the couch is pretty comfy,"
"Swanky," Zac says, smiling at him and giving a wink that makes Kevin's mid-section feel entirely too twisted.
Kevin should probably be really glad that his brothers are pretty laid-back when it comes to having guests stay for a while. But Kevin knows that they get it, despite not trying to, and Kevin loves that about them. And Zac's a pretty decent housemate, cleaning up after himself and not babying Joe, but Kevin's favorite thing is that he has no qualms about singing along when he knows the songs.
Working with Zac is nothing like having trained with Zac, Kevin thinks, as they work side by side, rebuilding walls that got knocked down somehow. Kevin didn't ask, they weren't told, all in all, Kevin figures it's best not to question. He rather likes this job, especially since they're not supervised too harshly.
The sun's good for Zac too, he thinks, watching Zac strip off without any provocation, working shirtless and laughing when the other guys tease him. He always puts it back on when he sees the boss' lady approaching, but Kevin's pretty sure that's just good common sense.
They eat lunch under the giant oak tree nearby, letting the shade cool them off as they eat cold cuts and pieces of fruit, laughing as they talk about training.
"Do you remember that one commander? Beckett?"
"The one who pitched a fit about his hair? Oh my god, yes,"
"He ended up in my Unit, if you can believe it,"
"Was he a good a fighter as he thought he was?"
"Yeah, actually. Damned good sniper," Zac says, taking a bite of the sandwich, chewing thoughtfully as Kevin sighs a little, leaning back against the tree trunk.
"Cyrus ended up in my Unit,"
"Oh yeah? He still kind of full of himself?"
"Yeah. He was," and they fall silent, thinking over losing members of Units, of losing people they learned with. Fought with and saved or lost, and Kevin feels like it's suddenly too hot, even with the shared jug of iced tea between them.
"Sometimes it weighs pretty heavy, huh?" says Zac after the moment passes, the breeze stirring their napkins over the sandwiches in their laps. Zac's hand reaches for the iced tea, but stops, landing on Kevin's hand, gently holding it for a moment. There's a frission of tension that shoots through Kevin at the contact, his heart speeding up, and his mind going blank.
He thought about this, in training, thought about it and hid it in terror.
"Yeah. It..yeah. You ever feel like you're the one they should blame?"
"All the time, Kev. All the fucking time," Zac says, looking out at the road, before Kevin feels Zac's fingers squeeze his gently. Kevin wants to make a noise and sigh happily, because for all the times he thought he was messed up and weird, but above all, just plain different, it turns out that Zac might be the same way.
Maybe it's not so messed up after all.
They finish out the day, walking back to the house in a comfortable silence. The lights are on and Kevin smiles when he sees Nick out on the porch, strumming his guitar. He looks comfortable and at peace, and Kevin can hear music coming out through an open window.
It must have been a good day for Joe, he thinks.
"Hey, Nicky. What's up?" Kevin says, walking up the steps with Zac behind him.
"Mm, nothing. Nice out, tonight. Frankie's spending the night," Nick says, grinning as Kevin makes an involuntary sound of delight. He spent two and a half years away from his youngest brother, he's allowed to make his noises. Zac laughs softly, clapping him on the shoulder as they walk inside.
Joe's sitting at the table with Frankie, a checker board spread out between them, as Frankie studies it with his tongue poking out from between his teeth.
"You're going down, little man!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"You'd really beat the one-armed man?"
"If he's a dirty cheater, he's a dirty cheater,"
"Good sir, I take offense to that,"
And Kevin's stuck watching Joe and Frankie banter and pick back and forth with a lump in his throat. Joe's struggled through the shell shock, is the thing, he struggled through it and had to deal with the phantom pains that sometimes leave him screaming in pain. Kevin's got strong memories of watching Joe claw what's left of his shoulder bloody in trying to get the phantom pain to go away.
His heart hurts for his little brother, but seeing him pick with Frankie relieves the pressure on his chest.
Zac's hand on his back helps too, he thinks.
Kevin smiles softly, watching them before he goes into the kitchen, leaning against a counter as Zac follows him in. They watch each other for a moment as Kevin listens to the laughter coming from the living room, and the guitar coming from the porch.
"So that's the kid brother I heard so much about,"
"Yep. He'll pretty much take you down in checkers. I think Nick's been trying to teach him chess, so yeah," and Kevin smiles at Zac, nudging his foot against Zac's lightly, feeling a jump in his stomach when Zac flashes a grin at him.
"I can take him,"
"Maybe. He's good. You want first shower?"
"You don't mind?"
"Not at all," Kevin says, shifting forward a little bit to pull a piece of lint or something out of Zac's hair, almost sighing at being so close. It's bizarre and weird, and Kevin knows that he should be running. Except that he can't.
He can't run because his legs currently don't work.
"Lint," he says needlessly, feeling his breath catch as Zac leans forward, his hovering a few inches away from Kevin's.
"Stop me if I'm too forward," he murmurs, as Kevin exhales slowly, tentatively touching his hand to Zac's bicep, using it to hold on to as Zac's lips press against his own. They're soft and not much different than kissing a girl's lips, Kevin thinks, except he's never kissed a girl with this sort of jolt shooting through him.
They stand like that for a few moments, Zac coaxing Kevin's lips open and suddenly it's hot in the kitchen, hot and amazing.
Kevin wonders if this makes him a freak.
Zac pulls back slowly, sighing softly and his eyes are amazing up close, Kevin thinks, and when Zac's lips stretch into a smile, Kevin's answering it with one of his own. He kisses Zac again, a quick press of their lips before he smiles shyly.
"That. Um. Yeah, so, I'm...going to go grab that shower,"
"Um. Yeah. Alright,"
Kevin smiles at Zac, blushing a little when Zac gives him a wink, laughing softly as he walks off. Kevin leans back against the counter and resists the urge to touch his lips, but it's a near thing. He looks into the living room, watching Joe stare down at the checker board like it's coming alive, and Kevin notices that Joe's got one man left, whereas Frankie's got about six kings.
"You are a dirty little thief, Frankie,"
"You're a bad checker player. Kevin! Come play checkers with me!" says Frankie as he makes one last jump, taking Joe's very last man. Kevin can't help snickering as he walks in there, ruffling Joe's hair and getting a quick squeeze back.
Joe was affectionate before the war, but it seems like he always wants to hug one of them since coming back. Neither Kevin or Nick mind, especially not when Joe beams up at him and gets up, shoving Frankie over.
"That was my seat!"
"Yeah, well. You snooze, you lose,"
"But I didn't SNOOZE," says Frankie, outraged as Joe laughs, a bright happy sound that has Nick looking through the door, a smile on his face that threatens to break into laughter. Kevin knows his own is probably echoing it as he watches Joe pull Frankie onto his lap in a smooth motion.
"Okay, well, so you get to sit on my lap. Now c'mon, Frankie boy, you're going to beat Kevin like there's no tomorrow,"
Kevin laughs as Frankie rolls his eyes, a warm feeling of family and contentment filling Kevin's chest until it feels like bursting. They play for a few moments, Kevin taking time to examine each move before sliding his pieces forward, watching Frankie screw his face up in concentration.
Kevin's eyes get pulled to Joe though, Joe's content smile, his arm wrapped securely around Frankie to keep him from falling off. Frankie jumps him (twice, little shark) and Kevin watches Joe press his cheek to Frankie's hair with a soft smile, and Kevin wants to actually just cry at the soft happiness that radiates from his brothers.
Zac walks into the room at that moment, hair freshly washed and his pajamas on as he sits down beside of Kevin, looking over the board before grinning. He jumps Frankie a few times before Kevin realizes it and Frankie's looking at Zac like he's the second coming or something.
"You got to start paying attention, Kev," says Zac, grinning a little as he winks, making Kevin snort, watching Frankie make a few quick moves. Zac's the one playing now and Kevin just really can't wait until Frankie beats him.
Today was good, he thinks.
