@chaoslived bc u can’t NOT come back 4 the birthday boi xx
sometimes it worked out for fp to not sleep, for him to not really need much. some nights, it was good that he had hours upon hours of restlessness, and this was one of them. it was one of them because the guy next to him had something special that day, even if he didn't know that fp was aware. the guy next to him was completely against it, but fp didn't care much. he knew what to do, he knew how to do it.
besides, jd had no idea that fp knew it was the other's birthday.
it was genius, really. and for fuck's sake, it was DIFFICULT. there were very few people who, when they were close enough, couldn't read fp. he wore his heart on his sleeves, his emotions ran rampant constantly. when it came to his thoughts and how he felt, it was painted all over him like some kind of mess you would find on the walls of a kindergarten class room. but the past few days? hell, the past couple of months? fp had been able to keep a secret, and damn, it was good. it was good because in what world did anyone ever think fp jones could keep a single damn thing from jason dean? not a single world, and yet fp defied the odds.
his voice came out hoarse, rugged slightly with fake sleep as he smiled down at him, letting his face lean down to press soft kisses from his temple down to his neck as he waited for an answer.