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JC wasn’t sure when the voices started. They popped up here or there in his childhood, usually egging him on to do something dangerous. His mum use to say that he was playing with an imaginary friend, but the voice was never a solid thing to run down to the corner shop with or to throw sticks in the river with when the other boys in the neighborhood thought he was too weird or creepy to hang around with. The voice never stuck around either so JC couldn’t exactly blame it. And he sounded mad when he did.

After a rather detrimental and insistent period in his teenage years, culminating in one very big adventure that nearly gave his parents a heart attack when the voice demanded that he go all the way to the city for a few days without telling anyone, it disappeared for a long, long time.

But that sweet, familiar persistence came back again one afternoon where they were just leaving a coffee house after a small after-concert rally with the Twelve, or while he was showing Andrew a cat video that one of their online supporters tweeted him, or when he was by himself in the woods looking up at the sun through the sky-- He didn’t know when it started but it was back again and it was itching at his skull like sand stuck behind his eyes.

All he knew was that they needed to start reaching more people. Facebook and Twitter were fine. Tumblr worked. The new Youtube channel seemed to be doing all right but the coffee shops in small towns around their home base? The venues were just too small. They needed to travel, together. All of them.

That’s when he went to Judas with his idea. Err…the voice’s idea. “What if we rented and RV and traveled? We could book gigs everywhere!”

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Peter was also willowy and after Simon tugged off his boots, he sort of gently folded Peter over onto himself and slipped into bed behind him. One strong and well muscled arm moved to embrace the boy and Simon breathed in the sleep warm scent of someone he did care for and wanted the chance to care even more for.

He behaved himself. His hands didn't wander. He held Peter loosely without forcing him to stay if he should happen to wake and need to be up suddenly.

It was such a long time since he'd gotten anyone in bed with him that didn't immediately leave and so Simon savored the novelty.

There might have been a bit of temper under his skin, but Peter was mostly a trusting soul. Simon climbing into bed only started to rouse him, making him stretch out against Simon as lithe as a cat before settling back down, breathing in slow. The scent, though, clued him in as his mind started to wake enough to put two and two together.

"Simon?" A sleepy murmur, his hand coming up and sliding along an arm before he just put his head back to the pillow and made himself comfortable. Oh... this was nice. Warm. There was no where to immediately need to go and Simon felt oh-so-nice behind him. ...No rush, right?

"Hmmm Mmm. Brought donuts but John might have poked his fingers in all of them already," Simon laughed softly against a sleepy ear. "So maybe we'll go out for a bite before heading over. No rush."

He had no intention of forcing full wakefulness upon dear Peter, not when he was nightly enjoying himself as he nosed against the nape of his neck.

Of course, that was when a very distinctive voice outside the cracked door made him lift his head. "Oh, donuts!"

What was JC doing here?

James had already mentioned that JC was here when Simon first came in, but was it really that much of a surprise? Judas mostly ended up over at JC's but it wasn't the first time JC had been over here in the morning. There was a grumpy muttering where words couldn't be fully made out - most likely Judas - but Peter didn't seem bothered by it. If he was even awake enough to bother caring. He was happily cuddled between his favorite pillow and Simon so life was good.

"...did you stick your fingers in all of these?" Judas grumbled, poking at the donuts, but finally deciding he didn't care and grabbed one covered in chocolate and honey, going to flop down onto the couch. "Who went and got donuts this early, anyway?"