Jesus Christ (
forallyoucare) wrote2017-01-10 12:08 pm
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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!”
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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He traced along his eyebrow, thumbing one eyelid closed briefly, and stroking his thumb at the corner of lips Judas was always biting or picking at or wetting.
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He got what the other had asked the question on by that point and raised an eyebrow at him. "You're the touchiest person I know," he pointed out, not like it was a bad thing. "What's gotten into you tonight?" He released the wrist, shifting back to pick his upper body up and lean on his elbows. "You've been acting out of it since whatever happened at the bus."
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"I shouldn't-- Nothing." He offered a smile because it wasn't a lie. Nothing was up with him, after all. The voice had been there for awhile now. It was just lushusa than usual. "I ought to have asked first. It wasn't exactly uh... Normal? I've made you uncomfortable and I swear it wasn't my intention. I wanted to touch you. That sounds crazy."
He laughed but it wasn't nervous so much as disappointed. He didn't even know why he felt disappointed though! There had been something happening there. Something that made him feel less alone. But he shouldn't have forced that on Judas when he knew his background.
"Are you done with the beer?"
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Still, a look of confusion came across his face as he realized that JC was blushing about as dark as the man could go and for him, sounded... awkward. Something JC rarely looked. An inkling of possible truth was starting to sink in.
The comment about his beer made him look over to where he put it down, as if realizing it was even there, and he flicked his fingers at it. "No, go ahead." But he didn't look entirely convinced this was 'nothing'. He shifted his weight again, pulling himself up more, before hesitantly offering, "you can touch, you know." He gave a lion's grin, all tease, "we both know no man can resist." Okay so he was playing around because he damn well know JC had resisted.
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"If that's true, why don't you have a boyfriend?" he asked. Pointedly. He didn't even bother to mention a potential girlfriend. They'd never discussed any of this but some of the Twelve did go around with partners that they dated casually. There was nothing to their calling yet that might dissuade them from relationships like that. But Judas was different.
A loner of sorts. And certainly always alone.
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Judas rarely managed to get completely gobsmacked, but JC tended to be the king of bringing those moments around. It was so out of left-field that it took a moment for his normally quick wits to drag up an answer. "There's a big difference between fucking and a boyfriend, you realize?"
Of course JC realized (...he hoped that was an 'of course' but sometimes JC seemed innocent of the strangest things) but it was more to the point of the statement. If he wanted to go fuck someone, he could. Grab Simon and go find a bar because they were a good pair together if they wanted to be on the hunt, smooth talk, and go find somewhere he and some pretty face could do just that.
But a boyfriend meant something... more. It meant letting someone get that close, to know him that well. It meant someone close enough to hurt and rip his heart out when he was least suspecting it.
Why was JC even asking that? "What's your point?" he asked with slightly narrowed eyes.
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The words out of Judas’ mouth, while not shocking in and of themselves (he was a grown man) still left JC feeling a little rough and more than a little speechless. “I didn’t have a point,” he said finally, taking the bottle with him as he left the bed to dump the remains in the sink for rinsing and recycling. The voice that had been reassuring and certain just moments ago seemed gone, as if abandoning him.
But wasn’t that always the case? When he needed guidance most, it wasn’t there. He stayed away a little longer than intended, rinsing the bottle over and over, thumb over the mouth to shake a little suds around the interior, before he drummed his fingers on the counter and returned back to Judas.
He didn’t apologise (nothing to apologise for), and just lightly elbowed him over so he could crawl into bed, intended not to speak about that evening at all.
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Then he wrapped an arm around his friend and pressed his face against that boney olive shoulder. He rumbled quietly under his breath something, then just made himself comfortable beside JC. They always fit well together. "...look, JC..." he started, but then couldn't find his words. Fuck, he was bad at this kind of something. It felt like something was up but he wasn't sure what and that was a feeling he hated to his core. He was supposed to be on top of things the same way he was with their budget, so feeling like there was something he was missing was like coming up short no matter how many times he went over the money.
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He tilted his head slightly forward for Judas' forehead to fit into the curve of the back of his neck and shoulder. He slipped his hand up along the bare forearm cuddled against him. He shimmied slightly until they were pressed with precision against one another.
The voice just refused to come and tell him the thins he truly needed to hear. What was the next step? He felt emptier than usual, though. There had been something mounting that fizzled away. And he didn't even know properly what that was.
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So it wasn't awkward to do this. To curl up around the other and cuddle JC like his friend was a stuffed animal or a pillow. It would have been not even an idea in his head for anyone else but there had been nothing sexual about it with JC. So here it was. He could nose against the brown hair and sigh, keeping JC tucked up against his broader chest and leaving him the little spoon. If he got a little strange during the night, he could roll over, go take a shower, and be fine. There hadn't been anyone else, and sometimes, he thought about that. Why hadn't he gone and found a boyfriend, or had some fun somewhere else? Go hit up a club -- okay he winced at the idea of spending that kind of money. Sigh.
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Grabbing an orange and leaving Mary with a smile, JC walked shoulder to shoulder with Judas down to the garage. The bus had already been parked out back and the paint had been primed. Andrew and Matt were outside trying to set up some sort of documentary style footage when they arrived and JC threw his orange peel away before he boarded the bus, tape measure at the ready.
"I think we should just gut it," Andy was saying as JC sat down on the long bench that wrapped the front of the bus. The met frame sagged beneath him and he nodded.
"Good idea. Who feels like releasing some pent up anger with sledge hammers?"
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But it was coming along. They had a primed and gutted bus... but now came the significantly tougher parts - raising the money to get materials along with coming up with the blue prints of what would go inside. They had to figure out the best way to basically house twleve people inside of the bus so they could all ride comfortably and if need be sleep in there, their supplies and personal gear, and supplies for others. They took the first day's recordings and with it, started that Kickstarter off.
Even Judas, by midnight, unable to sleep with sore muscles, was shocked how fast that Kickstarter started to go up. "Huh! Two hundred in only three hours."
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"This better be good," he groaned and pulled himself to his knees to kneel-walk over to where Judas was sitting, resting a hand on his knee and a chin on his hand. Simon played puppy pretty well, though his scene was a little more -- well, a lot more -- dominant. He was too tired for that right now. "How'd we get two hundred bucks already? Did you put dirty dancing as one of the incentives?"
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"Hey, maybe we should add that as one of these stretch goals. I bet someone would pony up a bunch of money for that." He waggled his eyebrows before he laughed, leaning back with the laptop on his lap. "I have no idea how we got this much already but it's a ton of little donations. You know, five, ten bucks each." Not exactly like their twitter followers were rich people, so it was what he would have expected anyway. "How hard do you think it'd be to convince JC to--" He paused, then laughed all over again. "Fuck. No, not even going to suggest it to him. He'd either not get it or go all in without realizing what he was getting into."
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"To dance? Like strip? Oh! What about a date? Or one on one teaching session or whatever?" Do not tell Simon that you're planning these things, Judas. He was entirely too into it. "We could have him film it. Maybe have whichever person donates wear a GoPro? Put it up on the website?"
Simon climbed up onto the makeshift bench JC had made by putting some planks across some folding chairs for place holders.
It was not even remotely comfortable. The floor was better.
His grin turned mischievous. "But would you be all right with that, mate? Setting him up with someone else?"
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Still. Grin. "Small donation will get Simon to strip for you." He was teasing, not thinking the other would take him seriously. "Besides, JC has to stay fully clothed or they'll haunt him with those pics."
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Simon leaned against Judas to watch him play around on the website. Three more donations came in, three bucks each.
"Make it exciting. I bet if we ask for a few thousand we could have him lecture at a school or a synogauge group or something? Just caveat that it had to be like a hundred miles of Jerusalem?"
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"Whole goal is to try and go around the country, so I dunno if it has to be within a hundred miles of anywhere?" He reached up and scratched at his jaw, ignoring the feeling of stubble. He did, however, raise a brow at Simon. "You serious, though? I'll add it. You've got quite the following yourself. Means chicks, dudes, old young... who knows what you'll end up with." Not judging Simon on that by any means, just pointing out the issue at hand.
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He finger gunned at Judas and headed for the stairs. One of the girls that followed them around left the spot next to Peter open and he was going to snag it.
"You should put your name down too. You need to get laid. Too much stress with all of this, Jud. Or we should hook up. It's always fun. Let me know." He stomped his big boots down the steps and joined the fire lit circle.
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Did Simon seriously just give him finger guns? Who did that anymore? He snorted at that, but as Simon walked away, his last comments stuck like a burr. Did he just really need to get laid? It'd been a damn long time (at least long to him). What, months now? Shit... not like he was hunting for it but it'd been a while. 'Date' didn't suggest sex but it could end like that. Simon wasn't a bad lay, a little too dominant in bed for his tastes, but the other was right. Fun for a night, nothing more. One of those few guys who it just didn't get awkward with.
He ended up needing to bother Peter for the login since the kid had been the one to set up the Kickstarter before he added in the additional donation options, starting with the whole teaching thing - he set it for $500 thinking the likelihood of someone donating that much seemed insane - then added up Simon as a date and figured by morning, he'd go around asking the others.
Wasn't like it would sell over night or something.
Peter, after Judas had prodded him for the info, ended up just being pretty darn happy. With JC on one side and Simon on the other, the crackling fire warm at their front and a bag of skittles in his lap, life was good. They were going to be doing something, something big, and he missed traveling. He'd hitch-hiked all over before finding JC (well, finding Simon... or Simon finding him) and the idea of being back on the road and seeing the world was exciting!
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Matt seemed all for it. "As long as we don't call it dates or my girl is going to be pissed off."
"Tell her to buy yours," Simon pointed out. "I'm thinking it would be thirty or forty bucks for a nice dinner at the Olive Garden and anything over that would go right to the bus. I'm telling Judas to put me in for five dates."
"I could do one..." Matt agreed, scratching his cheek. "Maybe I'll get someone that knows a thing or two about publishing."
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As Simon went around, he'd find that Bart quietly decided it wasn't his scene and Thad didn't look really keen on the idea. The rest had laughed, decided sure, why not? It sounded like a hoot if a little ridiculous.
But Judas still wasn't sure about himself. Finally, after some serious thought, he threw himself up once. Just a single date, maybe he'd get laid, maybe not, probably it'd be boring as fuck but hey it worked. No more, though. This felt oddly a bit too close to what he had used to do, but he told himself it was for charity. Fun.
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"You didn't set me up for any dates," JC said the moment Judas opened one eye. He hadn't been in bed for longer than four hours and yet here he was being woken up by his best friend as if he didn't need to sleep at all to find stockpiles of energy. "So I bought yours. Don't be angry but I wanted to go to Olive Garden too."
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"Whawasthat?" he slurred a bit, forcing himself up onto his elbows and looking exhaustively towards JC. Shit, man, he'd put in a full day's workout yesterday he deserved some sleep! ...Damn his neck was sore as hell. What was that about dates and Olive Garden? Was JC mad they had done it? Definitely not awake enough for... life just yet.
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It probably didn't occur to him that Judas might actually want a date and not just a nice dinner out at a mediocre Italian restaurant.
"And it looks like we're headed out to Caana. I have family that way. One of mom's cousins. For that private lecture. Peter says there's eight or nine email requests asking to put up more travel pledges too." JC finally made himself comfortable and laid an arm over Jucas' waist and the bunched up blankets.
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