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While Dean was in California, they were doing in person streams together. Parker liked having Dean close to him, here under his hands, instead of just his beautiful face through a screen. Somehow he managed to look even more beautiful in person, almost ethereal. Parker noticed every little detail of him. The way the light shined through his lovely golden hair, the slight quirk of his mouth whenever he knew he won a debate, the way his eyes shone, how he-
"Parker?" Dean's elbow nudged him. Right. The livestream.
"Yeah, sorry can you repeat that?" He said. He was definitely paying attention.
"The chat asked if you can sing." Dean grinned and nudged him again. "Sing?" Parker laughed. "Sure, only if you sing first." He leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face. Dean groaned. "Fuck you bro, you know I can't sing." Parker cackled and punched his arm lightly. "Nah nah nah, you gotta sing for the people Dean. The people yearn for Dean Withers singing." Parker tried to say seriously, but burst into laughter halfway through.
They got into a little shoving match, laughing. "C'mon man just sing!" Parker elbowed him. Dean gave him a withering glare, but couldn't keep a straight face, bursting into laughter. "Alright alright, that's enough for tonight." The blonde changed the subject, giving their usual outro.
"Thanks for hanging out with us, but it is getting late, so we're gonna go. By everyone, thank you, bye guys!" The two waved, before Dean hit the 'End Live' button. As soon as the stream ended, he sank down into his chair with a sigh.
"Fucckkkk you bro." Dean said, but without any real conviction behind it. "C'mon don't be like that." Parker took his hand sweetly, but he had a grin on his face. Dean pushed his chest lightly. Parker rolled his eyes. "Come here."
Parker led his boyfriend to the living room, and pulled the smaller man to his chest. He nuzzled into his hair and held him like that for a long moment. "Y'know your voice is really pretty." He murmured. Dean moved his head to look up at him, face tinged slightly pink. "It is not." He tried to look annoyed, but Parker still found him adorable.
"Hold on let me get something real quick." Parker stepped away and hurried off to another room. He grabbed the guitar propped up in his bedroom, for when Dean was here. The brunette brought it back to his boyfriend, holding it out to him.
"Play something? For me?" He asked, voice tender. Dean seemed to soften, taking the guitar gently. Parker adored how he handled instruments like they were the most precious thing he'd ever seen.
"Alright. I'll play something." The blonde said, a small smile touching his lips. They sat on the couch, the taller man watching every movement of the other, admiring his beauty.
"What?" Dean laughed, noticing his boyfriend's gaze. "Nothing. You're just so gorgeous." Parker smiled dreamily. The other waved his hand dismissively, but his face flushed and his eyes were a little too trained on the guitar while he tuned it.
He started to play, fingers dancing over the strings. Parker leaned his head against his hand, just absorbing the music.
"Dean?" The brunette said hesitantly. "Yeah?" The blonde replied. "D'you think maybe you could sing now?" The older man said quickly. "Parker I..." He interrupted before the other could finish. "Please?" He pleaded. "I love your voice." That earned Parker a blush from his boyfriend.
"I... okay." The younger man sighed. "I guess so." He muttered, the blush still evident across his face.
He kept his eyes trained down as he started to sing, voice mixing with the sounds of the guitar. Backseat Lovers, the other was pretty sure. Whatever it was, it was captivating, Parker thought.
He almost felt like he was in a haze, like the only thing that mattered was Dean, his voice, and his beautiful face. Why was he looking down? Parker missed his face.
Before he knew it, he'd leaned forward and lifted Dean's face up to look at him. The other looked dumbfounded, mouth slightly open. His mouth was so perfect, was Parker's last thought before he had his lips on his.
It was slow, almost trance-like, and it made Parker's head spin and his heart dance. Parker's hand came up behind Dean's head, slipping his hand into the silky blonde hair he loved so much. Parker only broke the kiss briefly to push the guitar off Dean's lap, before diving back in.
Parker's tongue found its way into his boyfriend's mouth, drinking up his taste like honey. Their legs pressed together as they tangled into each other's space, goosebumps raising everywhere they touched. It felt like a slowly building heat, the room filled with warmth and soft panting.
The brunette pushed Dean gently onto his back, kissing over the soft skin of his neck. "I love you." Parker murmured, pupils dilated with adoration. He tucked a piece of blonde hair behind his boyfriend's ear. "I love you too." Dean panted. It sent a giddy rush through Parker's body, and he pressed a tender kiss to the shorter man's forehead. He melted into him, bodies fitting together perfectly. He let out a contented sigh, nuzzling into the other's neck.
Their hands found each other, and Parker ran his thumb over Dean's palm, memorizing every perfect line. Parker was happy to stay like this forever, relaxed and blissful with the person he loved most, heart soaring every time he smiled. He wished he could memorize every line and curve of Dean's body, every habit, every like and dislike. He might not be able to, but he would love to spend the rest of his life trying. It had always been the two of them. Dean and Parker, Parker and Dean.
However out of tune they sounded to the world, to them, it was a perfect melody. Parker and Dean, Dean and Parker.