āØmayward drabble timeāØ
JJ is gentle. Which is such a fucking surprise because Pope never in a million years wouldāve guessed that wild and loud JJ who spins guns around his pinky finger and flies over stairs on his dirt bike was gentle. Like feather-light touches and forehead kisses gentle.
But he is. And itās only when heās around Pope.
When they first got together, everything was so new for both of themāfor Pope it was being physically intimate with another person, for JJ it was being emotionally intimate with another person. And they taught each other.
Pope was exhausted after three weeks. JJ was oblivious when it came to communication, to asking Pope for what he wanted or understanding how to open up and be honest with Pope. JJ was learning, but it was frustrating to always feel like he never understood what was going on in JJās head or to not even know his legal first name. JJ still hid a lot, kept his fears and worries in a sealed vault some place deep within his mind.
For Pope it was the physical intimacy that caused bumps in the road. JJ was so comfortable to just reach out and grab his hand as they walked or lean in first for a kiss, to push Pope against the wall when they were alone and the evening light was dim in the Chateau. Pope let JJ take the lead because it was easier. And it was really hot. Everything about JJ was hot.
Suddenly as well as very gradually, Pope began to realize how gentle JJ actually was. The way he never held Popeās hands too tightly, the way he always wore his rings on only his left hand so they would never dig into Popeās skin,the way his fingers would brush so softly against Popeās cheek before leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. When JJ held him it was like he was surrounded by this warm wave of softness, of tenderness, of love.
Love.
Pope knew it was love after only three weeks. He knew it was love before JJ even told him his legal first name. Pope knew it was love before they even told anybody about their relationship. Pope had probably known it was love all along.
He leaned against JJās hold, his back melting against JJās solid and stable chest. JJās arms were a bit shorter than his own but they fit perfectly around his waist, solidifying their grasp like two fucking puzzle pieces. Pope let his neck fall so his hair grazed the underside of JJās chin. The other boy hummed but he was too focused on the movie to truly notice Pope readjusting his position. Pope traced his fingers across the JJās blond arm hair.
āHey, JJ?ā he asked, voice quiet enough that if JJ didnāt hear he could just forget the whole thing.
āUh-huh?ā JJ asked, though his mind was clearly elsewhere. Pope skipped his fingertips from JJās forearm to the top of his hands and wove their fingers together.
āI love you.ā
JJ froze beneath him, his grip like stone suddenly. Shit.
āSorry. I, uh, I know itās only been a few weeks but Iāā
āYou love me?ā
JJ didnāt sound angry at all. He sounded shocked. Pope relaxed, turning around so he was more or less sitting in JJās lap, finally face to face. JJās cheeks were pink and Pope figures his own must be beet red.
āIām in love with you,ā he said, more confidently this time. JJ bit his lip and it was enough to make Pope suddenly feel too exposed, so he let his gaze fall to his lap. But his lap had blurred into JJās and he couldnāt figure out where he ended and JJ began.
āI love you. Too. I, um, I love you too.ā
It was fast and it was flustered but Pope was positive he had heard it. When he looked back up at JJ his entire stomach flipped upside down. How had it only been three weeks?
āProve it.ā
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