Chapter Text
evan's kitten is typing…
evan's kitten: ok so, don't panic
myanus is typing…
minidick is typing…
mom is typing…
brock is typing...
myanus: JONNY BOY
minidick: JOHNATDHn
mom: bITCH WHAT DID I TELL YOU
brock: welcome back jon :)
evan's kitten is typing…
evan's kitten: fuck i forgot i had this nickname
myanus is typing…
mom is typing…
myanus: WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN
mom: stop fucking yELLING TYLER
minidick is typing…
mom is typing…
minidick: yeah you've basically ignored our asses for weeks whats up
brock is typing…
brock: are you okay? has something happened? you know you can talk to us, right?
mom: on a serious note tho, tyler you owe me 20 bucks
jon is typing…
jon: ok who's who now i'm confused
minidick is typing…
minidick: craig here
myanus is typing…
mom is typing…
mom: marcel still
myanus: tyler :^) and fuck you marcel we didn't bet on this shit
jon is typing…
jon: gotchu, and thanks brock
myanus is typing…
myanus: so what's up? you good?
jon is typing…
jon: i'm fine now, i'm sorry i've been ignoring everyone
jon is typing…
jon: wait, is evan in here
brock is typing…
brock: no, he left when you left
mom is typing…
mom: who hurt u, let us know and we'll take care of the bitch
myanu is typing…
myanus: maybe i'll throw hands
jon is typing…
jon: sure b
myanus is typing…
myanus: YOU THINK I WON’T TRY ME
brock is typing…
brock: do you wanna talk about it?
jon is typing…
jon: my parents found our conversations
myanus is typing…
myanus: i don't see the problem
minidick is typing…
minidick: o... they've read everything?
jon is typing…
jon: everything
mom is typing…
mom: oh fuck
myanus is typing…
myanus: i still don't see the problem
minidick is typing…
minidick: they know about evan, tyler
myanus is typing…
myanus: oh… oH shit i'm sorry jon
jon is typing…
jon: well they don't really know who he is, i just told them you were my friends and that we were joking… but you know how they are
myanus is typing…
myanus: tru
mom is typing…
mom: god you are so awful at this tyler
myanus is typing…
myanus: no no look i'm sorry
jon is typing…
jon: it's okay tyler :^)
mom is typing…
mom: so she doesn't know anything?
jon is typing…
jon: no, but one wrong move and she'll get even more suspicious than she is now
brock is typing…
brock: how are you and evan btw?
jon is typing…
jon: we're really good actually, he doesn't know tho
myanus is typing…
myanus: know what
mom is typing…
mom: that his parents are religious as fuck you dick
myanus is typing…
myanus: i'M SORRY JESUS
minidick is typing…
minidick: maybe you should tell him? i'm pretty sure he would support you 100%
jon is typing…
jon: yh i know, but i don't want him to feel threatened or anything
myanus is typing…
myanus: i don't think anything could threaten evan tbh
minidick is typing…
minidick: yeah just talk about it, maybe before he wants to meet your folks, y'know
jon is typing…
jon: i'll think about it, thanks guys
mom is typing…
myanus is typing…
minidick is typing…
brock is typing…
mom: no problem buddy
myanus: we've missed you man
minidick: don't you dare leave us again, we need u ok
brock: glad to have you back :)
jon is typing…
jon: i've missed you guys :^)
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evan: hey
jon: what do you want from me
evan: so i'm sure you've noticed my hair
jon: yeah, it's a mess, why
evan: ok ouch, but i'm thinking of re-dying it, but this time..
Incoming Picture: (1)
With an internal groan, Jonathan tapped the image and prayed his boyfriend hadn't sent something explicit- not now, at least. He was currently seated on the couch in the basement with his sister, playing Super Smash Bros and listening disinterestedly to his mom drone about whatever winter dance their church was hosting next week and how he should ask one of the very nice girls from youth group to go with him. He'd shown little to no interest in the dance in question, but nodded along regardless if only to appease his mother. There was no fighting her, no fight that he had the slightest chance of winning.
But his mother eventually made her way back upstairs, and Jonathan took the pause between one game and the next to open the picture.
There, before his very eyes, Evan was grinning way too excitedly at the camera as he held up a box of hair dye, which showed a model sporting some very bright red hair.
jon: oh my god are you gonna
evan: do you even know me
jon: i wanna help
evan: can i come get you now
jon: of course you already bought it
jon: one sec
"Who's that?" his sister voice suddenly sounded next to him, and Jonathan was suddenly very aware that he was losing his discreet touch when texting Evan when his parents weren't around.
"A friend."
"You have a friend with red hair," she whispered near reverently. "That's so cool."
Jonathan just laughed. "Don't tell mom, though, I think she'd have a heart attack."
"Can I meet him?"
At that, Jonathan simply shrugged. "Maybe."
So, it took a little longer than usual to give Evan the okay to pick him up, given that it was winter break and Jonathan couldn't exactly use studying as an excuse to go to Evan's house when there was nothing to study. So, he chose a different approach.
"Dad?" Jonathan hovered just outside his dad's office, a little nervously, shuffling one foot back and forth as he waited for a response.
"Yeah, Jon?"
"Uh... is it okay if I go to a friend's house to work on a project? It's due over break." The words blurted right out of his mouth before he could calculate them, hanging in the open air for his dad to scrutinize.
He watched his dad pause, turn slightly in his leather chair, and look Jonathan in the eye. "Of course," he answered. "Which friend?"
At that, Jonathan swallowed harshly. "Uh, do you remember... Tyler? With, uh... I mean... he goes to my school."
His dad chuckled a little, but nodded. "Yeah, administration has a hard time keeping that one in check." But then his dad smiled, nodding again and waving Jonathan off. "You go on, but don't keep that phone of mute, is that understood?"
Jonathan could only nod sharply. "Yeah. Of course. Thanks, dad."
"Go on, kiddo. And have fun, okay?" And Jonathan scampered off.
~
"Okay," Evan began before Jonathan could raise questions about the plastic cap on Evan's head as he climbed into the truck. "I can explain."
"You're ridiculous."
Evan shrugged noncommittally, then revved the engine and started to drive. "I have to get the color out of my hair before i can dye it again," he explained. "And the color I bought came with a lightener, so I just used that. But I didn't want it to dry out on the way over, so my mom..." He gestured vaguely at the plastic cap with one hand.
Jonathan couldn't help but snort. "It's a fashion statement for sure."
"Oh, shut up," Evan complained, but there was a bright smile spread across his face anyway.
It was a matter of familiar minutes before they pulled up in front of Evan's house and hopped out- Evan moved a little faster than usual, Jonathan noted, and definitely snickered at. Mrs. Fong greeted them from the living room, sat on the couch with a magazine she looked up from to smile and say hello. Jonathan couldn't help but feel himself relax a little at how familiar Evan's house had become, like another little home away from home. It was a good feeling, he decided. A feeling he liked, and wanted to keep.
But soon enough the two scampered upstairs, Jonathan trailing behind curiously as Evan sidetracked into the bathroom. "I can take this stuff out in a little bit," he informed Jonathan. Evan then pointed proudly at the box of bright red dye on the counter. "What do you think?"
"Luscious Raspberries, huh?"
Evan simply pouted. "It was the brightest red they had, don't judge me."
"Mmm... I'm not judging, 'course not..." Immediately Evan yanked Jonathan into his arms and nuzzled his face into Jonathan's neck, grasping his sides lightly and making Jonathan jump from the tickling sensation. "If you tickle me, I swear-"
"M'not gonna tickle you," Evan muttered, leaving a few soft kisses on Jonathan's neck, working his way up to Jonathan's chin, then pecking his lips ever so gently. "Pinky promise."
Jonathan grinned.
The routine of washing out bleach, then drying it, then applying fairly neon hair color passed with Jonathan perched on the bathroom counter, watching Evan bite his tongue in concentration as he worked the color close to his scalp, but not quite there. A few drops of red dye splattered onto Evan's forehead, which Jonathan dutifully cleaned off with a tissue, and onto the collar of his shirt, which Evan insisted was old anyway, and the red splatters made it look cooler.
"It looks like you killed a man," Jonathan joked, "with dark pink blood."
Evan tipped his head back- very carefully- and laughed, grasping for the hair cap again. "How'd you know?"
"The dye stains don't lie."
As soon as the cap was on, Evan sauntered over in between Jonathan's legs, leaning his head close to Jonathan's. "I can't have you knowing my secret, you know."
Jonathan mock gasped. "What are you gonna do to me, then?"
A slow grin spread across Evan's face, but before Jonathan could voice his concern, Evan reached forward and seized Jonathan's sides with his fingertips, making Jonathan jolt and claw at Evan's arms, a half laugh half shriek tearing from his throat. He was about to complain about the broken pinky promise and possibly threaten murder, when soft lips attached to the side of his neck and hands gripped his waist gently.
"You're awful," Jonathan mumbled, still shoving a little less purposefully at Evan's hands. Teeth scraped against the crook of Jonathan's neck, and he gasped, immediately melting against Evan.
"You were saying?"
"Shut up."
"No, I don't think that's what you were saying."
Jonathan just groaned, shoving at Evan's shoulders and watching with a forced frown as Evan just smirked triumphantly at him. "You're so annoying."
"You love it."
"Highly debatable."
But Evan's smile was a little too irresistible, and his kisses were a little too nice, and soon enough they were back in Evan's room, watching reruns of Ghost Adventures on Evan's laptop and exchanging lazy kisses every few minutes.
One too long and too ridiculous episode later, Evan was back in the bathroom rinsing out his hair and probably turning his sink a similar shade of neon pink as the drips on his shirt. Jonathan slid the laptop away, shutting it carefully before setting it on the floor and curling up on his side. He watched the bathroom door mindlessly, listening in on the soft sound of rushing water, splashes and sputtering and chuckles of approval, that morphed into the loud rush of a hair dryer minutes later. His eyes drooped shut eventually, the distant white noise lulling him into some sort of not quite slumber. He wasn't quite sure how much time past between Evan drying his hair and climbing back into bed next to Jonathan, but as soon as his boyfriend returned his eyes fluttered open, greeting warm browns and bright, bright red hair.
"Looks really good, Evan," Jonathan murmured appreciatively. He reached up and combed his fingers through the hair softly, watching the light catch it in places and show the pink undertones. "I like it."
"Me too."
A comfortable silence settled over them as Jonathan nuzzled his head into Evan's chest, eyes drooping shut again. He hadn't realized just how tired he felt until he'd had the chance to relax. His mind was constantly buzzing, jumping from one thought to the next, one fear to another. It always seemed to quiet a little when Evan was around. He didn't fear Evan's judgement, Evan's disdain.
"You make me feel safe," Jonathan whispered suddenly. He felt Evan shift at the sentiment, felt his arms tighten around him, and smiled into his shirt. "Evan?"
"Yeah?"
A pause. Evan didn't press it, so he continued. "How did you know you liked guys, and girls, too?"
Another pause. Evan shifted again, moving one arm to reach the small of Jonathan's back and rub small circles there. "I don't know," he started thoughtfully. "I'd always liked girls. That's what they tell you, you know, guys like girls, girls like guys, that's how it is." Jonathan peeked up at Evan a little and watched him frown. "It wasn't until, like... freshman year that I started seeing guys the same way I saw girls, and I started wondering if... y'know, all the old people were wrong about that. If guys could like guys, too."
Evan caught Jonathan's gaze then, and he leaned down to nudge Jonathan's nose with his as his lips tipped up into a tiny smile. "I just like people, y'know? Is there a word for that? I just like people. I don't get crushes on guys or girls or whatever, I like who they are. What they're like."
"Google it," Jonathan teased lightly, reaching up to cup the back of Evan's neck as he giggled. "That makes sense, though. Just liking people."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Evan leaned down a little more then, letting their lips brush together as his smile widened. "I like you."
A short laugh burst from Jonathan's lips. "I like you, too," he murmured. "Dork."
"You love it."
Jonathan just rolled his eyes, shifting his head upward just enough so their lips could meet, so he could draw Evan down into a long, slow kiss, before muttering, "yeah, I do."