bemorelovely | highschool au!

highschool au!

Frankly Jon found highschool tropes exhausting, which was unfortunate because he occasionally lived them. The particular one that was the most annoying was 'bully the weird nerd who thinks he's smarter than everyone,' mostly because it ended damaged notebooks, occasional bruises and, worst of all, wasted time. So much wasted time.

Jon was smart though, and even if he didn't have the best common sense he learned how to keep under the radar most of the time. If keeping his mouth shut on occasion meant he could have a peaceful day he could manage, most of the time. Sometimes he couldn't.

Today was one of those times.

Earlier in the day he heard some comments from one of the brutes about Martin, of all people, something not necessarily strange given Martin was a bit of a chatterbox but unpleasant all the same. That may not have been enough to have him say anything- Martin was fine, he guessed, in a way that reminded Jon of eager dogs- if they hadn't brought up Martin's mother.

Maybe it was just nonsense, maybe there was some sort of rumor going around, whatever the reason the talk existed it rubbed Jon the wrong way, and he made the incredibly stupid decision of getting the group's attention and sassing them.

Yeah, that didn't go great.

In the end he managed to get away, losing his notebook to them and sporting a split lip for his trouble. He was pretty sure he lost them when he slammed right into someone down the empty, after school English hall.

"Oof- for god's sake, watch where you're going!" He shot out testily, because he apparently never learned.

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"Oh no, I'm alright. I'm glad you had a good time." Gram waves her hand, turning as if to leave. Jon nearly let out a breath of relief, only for his hopes to be shattered. "And Jon, keep your door open, will you?"

It took a moment to place that bemused tone and comment, though when he does he hisses, "Gram." She was already walking away so he just continues heading up, too embarrassed to look at Martin.

Martin can feel his entire face go hot, but he isn't sure what to say to that- especially not what to say that won't just make them look more suspicious to boot. He swallows hard, then ducks his head and sort of scurries to the stairs and then up to Jon's room, as if he'd been caught doing something awful.

Jon very pointedly and loudly closes the door, because he's a fucking teenager and having petty fights with his grandma is his lot in life. As expected she didn't call up or say anything, he figured she was just trying to get a rise out of him. Guardians are the worst and no one understands the hard life of teenagers.

With one last nasty look at the door he finally turns to Martin, embarrassment flaring up again. "I uh- sorry, she's-" God. He reaches up to push his glasses to his forehead and rub his eyes. Such hard teenage problems. "She just likes to pick fun at me, she's not- it doesn't matter."

Martin's eyes are a little wide, his face still very clearly embarrassed as he glances over at the door. "Um-" He half-turns toward it, then looks toward Jon, very obviously conflicted. "I thought she said to keep it open, we probably shouldn't...?"

Martin Blackwood: very confused and distressed when people Break the Rules.

Jon isn't sure whether he's amused or still mindlessly embarrassed by all this. For a panicked moment he wondered if shutting the door seemed forward or... lecherous. He's going to die. When he speaks his tone is a bit strained.

"No, no it's fine, she wasn't serious. If she was she'd already be up here giving me a piece of her mind." He struggles a moment. "I could, I mean, open it, if you're uncomfortable."

"No, no! That's okay, just- as long as she doesn't come, um- barging in, I guess." Except that felt forward, too, and he groans in embarrassment, rubbing at his face as he glances sideways at him. "I'd rather not she see, er, you know. Us. Whatever."

Anyone else would find this the most hilarious conversation that ever happened. Jon is not one of them, and mostly struggles for a less flustered expression as he realizes he brought someone up to his room to kiss. Dear lord. He's almost a real teenager.

"She won't, she's not exactly stealthy with that cane." He offers, and finds his embarrassment easing somewhat on the onslaught of worry he had been harboring for Martin most of the evening. "I um- Martin, are you sure you're alright? I know I keep asking, I just- lord, I'm not good at this. I don't want to do the wrong thing or... or take advantage of some turmoil. You ah, you deserve better."

So so awkward, but he's trying.

His face wrinkles at the phrasing "take advantage," and he shakes his head, as if trying to dismiss that. "If anything I'm - er, taking advantage of you feeling bad for me..."

He trails off and takes a breath, before he ducks forward and pops a brief, chaste kiss right against Jon's mouth. He's not moving away yet, instead staring him down, trying to figure out a response.

Jon had plenty to say about that, mostly scolding for the whole 'I told you I'd never humor someone like that' spiel. Instead for one glorious moment he keeps his mouth shut, which works well since that kiss happens next.

He blinks, a little taken aback by the suddenness, and by the fact he hasn't the slightest idea how one kissed or responded to kissing. As chaste and small as it was it was nice, just a little bit of affection that made his chest warm. He braces himself, hand going hesitantly to Martin's arm as he tries to simply mimic what Martin did with determination.

Well, Jon isn't freaking out or telling him to leave, which is nice. No, instead he's returning the small gesture, which is enough to make Martin smile sheepishly, feeling pleasant heat on his face as he does.

He ducks in again then, settling on something a little longer, a little more lingering. Just as chaste as before, but he's relishing the closeness and the warmth between them.

Jon never considered kissing much before, it always looked sloppy at worst and unremarkable at best. He always found himself irritated at the 'you'll understand when you find someone you care about' dismissal, it didn't make sense to him it would be any different. It was a physical action, how could it change so much from one simple detail?

It turns out he was wrong.

Maybe later he'd dissect that, try to figure out what made it different, but it was. It was warm and nice, even if it was likely laughably simple the way they were stumbling around it it. He could recognize that simply being close to Martin, sharing a small intimacy with one of the very few people he ever trusted let alone cared for, was thrilling in some way. He tests a slight shift of angles before taking a breath against Martin's lips and pulling back some.

"That was... nice." He says, a little dazed like only a loser teenager could be after such a chaste kiss.

"Yeah," Martin agrees hastily, smiling sheepishly at Jon when he pulls back, before he cuts his eyes down to study his feet. This was ridiculous, of course; twenty-four hours ago he'd never have even considered kissing Jon, but the way he'd looked after him during the movie, and after it... well.

It made a difference, didn't it?

"--you think that's why your gram wanted you to shut the door? She doesn't want us kissing?"

Jon couldn't help a huffed laugh. "No, if she cared about that we would not have had the chance to do this. She's just- ugh, she just must realize we're- that our-"

He doesn't know how to word it, glancing away as he tried to formulate something less embarrassing than 'she must have realized before I did I fancied you a bit and something came of it.' He clears his throat. "It was teasing, trust me. She's horrid."

"Oh, stop calling her horrid all the time. She's really lovely. She's done a lot of wonderful things for me, at least."

He takes a seat on the edge of his bed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Um- thanks, though. That kiss was- it was nice." He'd do it again.

"Yes, well you're you. It's different." Jon answers in another very mature huff. "I'll stop calling her a terror when she stops fitting the criteria."

Jon glances over to regard him, unsure of how one proceeded in this sort of situation. Frankly he didn't even know what he wanted, everything happened so fast he mostly went along with what felt right at the time. If he went with what felt right now he'd suggest kissing again, for comparative experience and what not.

That didn't really help with longterm plans, though. He didn't really know what this was supposed to mean. "It was. I never thought- I always assumed kissing would be mostly lackluster." He admits. "Is this... does this change things? Between us?"

"It doesn't have to?" Martin's voice skews a little high there, and he ducks his head to clear his throat, trying to push past the embarrassment here. "I mean- well, I mean exactly what I said, we could just- I'm happy being your friend, is all, if that's-" And then, a confession, "Okay, I crushed on Tim for probably five years, but I've never really dated another guy before."

He shrugs then, an embarrassed sort of gesture, before he hastily adds, "Not that I'm averse to it! If you're not averse to it. But if you are it's- you're hardly going to hurt my feelings, that's all, I just- don't want you to feel weird and stop hanging around me, is, um. All. That's all."

Jon's kneejerk reaction is to roll his eyes about Tim, because he's Jon and that's the kind of guy he is. Thankfully he focuses on what Martin's saying instead, hesitating a moment before taking a seat on the bed beside him only a touch awkwardly.

"I see... but what do you actually want though?" He asks, then glances up before admitting, "I think I'd like to... explore this. I certainly don't want to cut off contact, if that's what concerns you."

"Well, yes, it does, um- concern me, a little bit. Can't say I ever really know what you're thinking, you know?" Martin casts an almost shy look at him sideways, before reaching out and gently touching his knee, before something strikes him-

"Wait, was- was that your first kiss??"

"I see. I wasn't aware I came off that way." Jon answers, and it should be obvious but Jon's Jon so there we are. His glance is almost fond as he looks to Martin. "I won't abandon you, you're... I don't think you quite understand that you're a rather special case." Aka kind of his only friend, but he hated putting it that way because it sounded depressing when it wasn't, not to him at least.

And that question makes his brow raise. "Yes, why?" There's a 'duh' in his voice somewhere. "Is that a problem?"

"No! No, I mean, it's not a problem, I just- I didn't know. I feel bad, now, you didn't- your first kiss should always be a real proper kiss, shouldn't it?" Martin hesitates audibly, before he clears his throat and glances at Jon again. "--come here?"

Jon's brow raises, clearly finding all this rather amusing as well as little baffling. "That wasn't real and proper?" He asks, slightly teasing and also slightly curious. Even he knew it was rather chaste but that was still 'proper' in some way.

Still, he shifts over at Martin's request. "I'll defer to the expertise you apparently have." Martin, casanova.

"It's not- don't call it expertise," he says hastily, "that makes it sound like- I go around kissing everyone or whatever. I just meant- I've had a couple of girlfriends, that's all." He rolls his eyes skyward, and then leans in, kissing Jon one more time- stubbornly, more lingeringly this time.

"I mean you are friends with Tim, lord knows what the influence of that sort of crowd is." It's very hard to tell if he's joking or serious. A little of both, probably.

Of course kissing shuts him up, thank god, and given this one is a little less chaste he's starting to see what Martin meant. He pulls back eventually, a little flustered. Shockingly he's not very good at any of this. "Ah, I see."

Martin doesn't particularly mind that Jon doesn't seem to have a natural aptitude for kissing. He just sort of finds himself fond of kissing Jon in general.

He's equally flustered when he pulls away.

"So, um, right. That's.... Kissing."

Jon nods rather dumbly, reaching up a moment before pulling his hand back. "Can I- am I allowed to touch you?" This immediately flusters him more, because even he realizes how that sounds. "Not- not indecently, I... lord, how do people usually negotiate this?"

He squares his shoulders and reaches up to touch Martin's jaw, only his fingertips in hesitant way that's ready to pull back at the word.

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