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Discussion in 'Residences' started by Aaron, Dec 11, 2017.

  1. Aaron

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    November 22, Year 7 BP
    @John Silver & @Jesus

    For some reason, it hadn't really occurred to Aaron that this was happening until the actual day had come. They'd agreed on a time and a place -- that place being Aaron's home in Misty Hollow, and he'd even exchanged texts with Jesus about it, letting him know. He'd even reluctantly agreed in the end that maybe, just maybe, it could have kind of, sort of been a date, though that work would never be leaving his lips tonight because he had no idea how John felt about it. But still, it hadn't completely sank in until he'd been out shopping that morning, picking up spaghetti.

    The deal was that Aaron would provide the food and John would provide the drinks, which seemed pretty obvious anyway given what this was all about. Aaron was gonna teach him how to make spaghetti and John was gonna teach him how to mix a drink.

    Aaron was more nervous than he'd expected to be, just sort of fidgeting around the house after he'd had everything set up. Jesus was supposedly not meant to be back until late, so the embarrassment that would probably have been his housemate actually witnessing his friend maybe sort of actively trying to move on wasn't something he would have to worry about. And yet he was still nervous.

    Besides, it wasn't like that was what this was. It wasn't like he expected anything to come from this, it was just spaghetti and drinks. There was nothing wrong with that, and there was nothing suggestive about that either. Hell, he'd only ever actually met the guy twice.

    Honestly, he didn't even know what he was having a crisis about anymore.

    A knock at the door jolted him from his thoughts and he cleared his throat, smoothing down his shirt self-consciously and mustering up the courage to actually go open the door. "John, hey," he greeted with a smile. "It's nice to see that you haven't completely come to your senses and talked yourself out of this yet. I haven't either." Talked himself out of what? The potential for John to burn his house down? The potential to get to know the other man better? God, there were a million things. "Do, uh-- Do you wanna come in?" he asked and then winced, suddenly stepping aside and gesturing with his hand. "Stupid question," Aaron added, a good-natured laugh following. "Please come in so I feel less like an idiot."

     
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    John hadn't been nervous, not in the slightest. Not until the day actually came and he found himself checking the clock every five minutes.
    It was ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. There was literally no reason for him to be nervous whatsoever - he wasn't going on a date, after all. He was probably just nervous about the possibility of burning down the poor man's kitchen.
    That was the thought he clung to while the day passed agonizingly slow. A lot of things had happened, many of them had dragged John into a bad place. But he was looking forward to this, an evening out of town to spend with somebody he hardly knew but enjoyed the presence of, with some spaghetti cooking and drinks mixing.
    It would be a nice distraction from all the other things which circled his mind lately and left him sleepless more often than he liked.

    The ride to Misty Hollow helped with that, too. The cold wind helping against the odd excitement that sat in his bones, even though he took the wrong turn twice and had to steer his bike all the way back again and the black jeans he wore did nothing in keeping him warm.
    By the time John had reached the door and forced himself to knock, motorbike helmet beneath one arm and a backpack strung across one shoulder containing what they'd need for the drinks, he didn't even know whether he was early or late or even at the right fucking door or whether he hadn't entirely messed up the dates and this whole meeting should have taken place next week, or a week ago.
    He had a few smaller braids braided into his hair, decorated with colorful beads which Angela had gifted to him several weeks ago. He's trimmed his beard, too, and John didn't even want to remember how much time he's spend trying to decide on a shirt until eventually simply opting for a midnight blue button-down, of course as per usual the sleeves were rolled up beneath his leather jacket and several of the top buttons left open, revealing a silver necklace with nautical themed pendants. It was only when he reached out to knock that John realized his nails were still painted black. Well maybe instead of running around his apartment aimlessly he should have bothered to remove his nail polish first. Aaron would definitely think that was weird.
    Were those too many rings? Had he already knocked?

    The door was pulled open and the nicest surprise of the day so far was the fact that Aaron appeared to be ridiculously nervous, too. It helped, somewhat.
    Do you wanna come in?
    The other's rambling was... well... it was cute?
    And John couldn't quite help himself but smile at the other man like an idiot. Apropos feeling like an idiot. He was still standing in the doorway.
    "Hi, I-...uh yeah, thank you."

    Clearing his throat, the former sailor stepped into the other's home, taking a look around while placing his stuff aside and shrugging out of his jacket.

    "No Jesus shrine, I see. Or have you hidden it from me?"

    Grinning at the other man, John nodded towards the bag he brought.
    "I've got the alcohol. I hope you can make friends with Vodka."



     
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    He looked nice. It was especially nice to see him entirely instead of half hidden on the other side of a bar. Hell, the fact that he'd managed to drag him out from behind that bar and all the way to his house in Misty Hollow was probably a miracle all on its own, but then, half of this had been John's idea. Aaron's first, but John had been quick to follow through and reaffirm that, yes, it really was a good idea.

    And he'd still showed up.

    Noticing the helmet under his arm, Aaron's brows perked up and he couldn't help but peer past him to catch a glimpse of the motorcycle parked out in front. There was a pirate bartender who rode motorcycles about to step into his home. This was definitely Pandora.

    "You caught me," he teased as John came in, moving to close the door behind him before turning back to him again. "Just don't look in any of the closets, okay?" The teasing edge to his smile lingered as his gaze shifted to the bag John pointed out. "I like to think I can make friends with anything. I like to, anyway. I guess we'll find out."

    The house was pretty neat given both he and Jesus were pretty tidy people. Hell, even if Aaron weren't, the place had been Jesus' first and he wasn't about to start making a mess. Stepping into the kitchen, he moved over to the count and lifted the sauce jars he'd left there to show John. "Okay, so first of all. Tomato sauce or vodka sauce? I grabbed both since I wasn't sure what you'd like. The recipe's for spaghetti with vodka sauce and sausage, but it's all relative."

     
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    It was a nice place, definitely neater than his own. More... personal, too, in a way. Though that was not really difficult to achieve given that John's own apartment was bare of any personal items other than his collection of vinyl and his turntable.
    It might as well have been a hotel room otherwise. And, frankly he spend just as much time in his apartment as he might in a hotel room.

    Looking around and searching for details worth saving to memory, John followed the other man into the kitchen, the sight of which didn't cause utter frustration in him which resulted in calling the delivery service after all for once.
    Running his fingers along the kitchen counter, the former sailor eyed the ingredients laid out for the spaghetti and already found them to be too many to not cause an utter chaos. But if Aaron was confident he could pull this off without losing his kitchen in a fire, well......
    Considering the sauce jars, John thoughtfully tilted his head.
    "Vodka sauce sounds like nothing I thought was possible. So let's go with that."

    Plus it would probably go good with Vodka-based drinks. The fact that this might be too much alcohol for a dinner didn't really bother John at the moment, he was confident he would manage to sober up before getting back to his motorbike - he wasn't intending to drive drunk.
    Though the fact that he was pretty unberable when tipsy was much more concerning at the moment. He knew he tended to get rather.... needy when he was really tipsy.
    But, that was easily avoidable. Hopefully.

    "I feel like I really need to warn you once more: I am a nightmare in the kitchen. And I am not exaggerating here. And, despite being a pirate, I don't happen to have a buried treasure lying around somewhere with which I could possibly pay for your new kitchen. Just a fair warning. You should know what you're getting yourself into."

    Even though the words were on the joking side, they weren't exactly any less true for it. And John really, really didn't want for this to end badly just because of his damned lack of cooking skills.
    He'd never forgive himself.

     
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    He couldn't help but watch John from the corner of his eye even as he went about what he was doing. What did he think of the place? It was fairly minimalist given that was Jesus' style and, honestly, it suited Aaron really well, too. To be honest, there probably weren't many other people Aaron felt more compatible living with. One other, actually. Just one, and he didn't know that he was going to ever see him again.

    Don't think about it. Over and over again, that was what he told himself. That it was easy to just not think about it at all, but that felt wrong, too.

    Tonight wasn't about Eric, though. Tonight was about making a new friend, because that was all this was ever going to be about. It wasn't like John was the person who would help him move past Eric, it wasn't like anybody could help him move past Eric. Jesus was optimistic and Aaron could be sometimes, too, but years of love and devotion were hard to throw away. He had been ready to marry him. He had been ready to give everything for him.

    "Don't get too excited," he said with a little smirk once his full attention was on the pirate again. "There's not that much alcohol in it." Because what was everybody's first thought when they thought about vodka sauce? It was definitely not the pink coloring, the reason so many people called it pink sauce.

    Putting the bottles of sauce down, Aaron leaned his hip against the counter, brows perking up as he folded his arms over his chest while he listened to John's further warning. That little smirk on his face lingered and once the other man finished, he shook his head, snapping his fingers and sighing with disappointment. "You caught me, you figured out my genius plan. Now that I know you've got no treasure hidden away to pay for my brand new kitchen, I guess you'll just have to leave," Aaron said with a shrug of the shoulder as he pushed away from the counter and started toward John as though to herd him back toward the door.

    Instead, he paused once he reached his side, smiling with amusement. "Don't worry. I'm a risk taker, remember?"

     
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    Why on earth did Aaron think alcohol was a reason for John to get excited?
    Not that he was offended or something, actually he was just a little amused about that.
    Aaron's witty sarcasm on the other hand was delightful as always and John found himself being glad that for once it wasn't him who had to ease the atmosphere. That he wasn't the one with the witty sarcasm cheering others up, the one outgoing who was responsible for making sure his company didn't get too nervous.
    Not that he minded being that person, but Aaron was a nice change.
    Kind without being the type of kind which immediately made John feel like an awful person, and yet funny in a way that he could well enjoy.
    It was too good almost, everything too easy, he was enjoying the other's presence too much.
    But thinking about all of this now would probably wreck him, so John just opted for blissful ignorance as usual.

    When Aaron stepped up to him as if intending to escort him out of the door, the former sailor pulled a perfectly offended-drama-queen face which soon enough slipped into a smile though, which, then was followed by a rough laugh at the I'm a risk taker bit.
    "Oh yes, of course, how could I have possibly forgotten - you've dared to down an entire shot of Moonshine. That is a risk few men in history have been willing to take upon themselves."

    John spoke the words in his best storytelling-voice to give them more emphasis and dramatic meaning and even though this evening had barely started, he was already feeling considerably comfortable around the other.
    Enough so, that he almost reached out to drape his arms around Aaron's shoulders - it wasn't even a conscious thought, it simply felt right in that moment, and it was mere luck John managed to prevent himself from following through with this intention.
    He might put little meaning into such things but for all he knew the other would not exactly have approved of the gesture at all.
    So instead the former sailor decided to focus on the task at hand, stepping up to the kitchen counter.
    "So, what do we do first?"

     
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    "Thankyou, I'm glad you agree," he told him, an amused little smile on his face, happy to find that John was just as willing to play along as he'd been each time he'd teased him back at the bar. Maybe a small part of him had been afraid that he might have been putting on a show for his customer instead of being himself, but this really did seem to be John Silver.

    Good. Aaron liked John Silver.

    Watching John step up to the kitchen counter, he certainly was eager to get started, wasn't he? Eager to start the process of trying not to burn Jesus' house down, but Aaron was confident that between the pair of them, they could manage to make some good spaghetti. Or John might just give up and leave the less hopeless of the two to it, but he hoped that wouldn't be the case.

    "Well, I decided not to prolong your torture too much and had Paul Newman make our sauce for us," he said with a smirk as he gestured to the jar of vodka sauce that did, in fact, say the name Paul Newman on it. "You're gonna grab that and bring it over here," he said, gesturing toward the stove he stepped toward. "We've got two pots, one for the spaghetti, the other for Paul Newman. The sauce. Not the man," Aaron added with a helpful smile just in case John had managed to get lost between 'grab that' and 'Paul Newman'.

    Already, he was reaching for one of the knobs on the stove to turn one of the burners on. "So, why don't you pour that into the smaller pot?"

     
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    Taking a look at the stove, John wasn't certain whether to be relieved or concerned it was actually a gas-stove, though he doubted it make much of a difference, really.
    Reaching up he collected his hair in his hands, tying the curls into a loose ponytail with the hairtie which had been around his wrist - if anything, at least he'd be less likely to set his damned hair on fire that way. Or, just drop same hair into the food by accident or something.

    Glancing at the jar of Vodka Sauce, John performed a short bow and tipped his imaginary hat at same jar.
    "Why thank you, Mr. Newman."

    The explanation and instructions that followed sounded simple enough though John let out an amused snort at the casual mention of cannibalism.
    Reaching for the pot and then for the jar, he watched Aaron switch on the dangerously blue-dancing flames of the burners before shrugging lightly while wrapping his fingers around the lid of the jar and applying enough force to screw it open without much effort.

    "That sure sounds like a complicated task, but I think I might just manage. Though it's a shame we won't throw any part of the actual Paul Newman into that pot - and there I thought this would be exciting."

    Grinning teasingly at the other man, John poured the sauce into the smaller pot but before carrying same pot to the stove allowed himself to run his pinky along the inside of the now empty jar before licking off what he'd manage to catch of the sauce.

    "That really does taste like vodka."

    He mumbled before placing the pot on the stove and reaching for the lighter to light the gas underneath.
    So far, so good.
    "So what, is that a family recipe or something?"

    John's heard that was a common thing - family recipes being passed on and valued and shared with friends or whatever, though vodka sauce didn't exactly strike him as family-friendly.

     
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    Honestly, there was no question at all that the John Silver that he'd met at the bar was the real one, because he was just as much of an idiot now than he had been before, Aaron decided as he flicked his blue eyes toward him and watched him tip his imaginary hat to the jar before managing to open it with ease. No matter how much of an idiot he made of himself, though, he was still charming as could be. There were a million likable qualities in the other man and they went far beyond his perfect curls and his nice smile.

    "Oh please, not that much," he said in response to the vodka comment, stepping aside as the pot was set on the stove and the sauce started properly heating. Little did Aaron know just how wrong that particular batch of sauce was, and little did Aaron know just how much vodka was really in there.

    He cracked a smile when he asked about the family recipe and then shook his head. "My mother hated vodka sauce. It was actually someone else who converted me," Aaron admitted, his smile faltering just slightly as his mind got momentarily lost in the memory of his boyfriend. And then he cleared his throat and turned his head, promptly picking up the bigger pot and moving it over to the sink where he started filling it up with water.

    "Can you do me a favor and open up the box of spaghetti?" he asked, nodding toward where it was sat there on the counter. "I think we're gonna end up with a lot of leftovers, but that's okay. It'll give you some extra meals for the weak, and you won't have to order so much take-out." There was a teasing smile on his face at that last bit.

     
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    Oh please, not that much
    And while John would have been very much prone to disagree, he also knew that he simply wasn't fond of the taste of strong alcohol plus he's heard that cooking it made it...less alcoholic or something - so he simply assumed Aaron to be right and him having bad judgement when it came to such things, or anything involving cooking, for that matter, so he didn't mention it, simply giving a disbelieving shake of his head.

    At Aaron's words John raised an eyebrow curiously, though here too deciding not to ask further - if the other would have wanted to tell him whom he's taken that recipe from, he would have done so, and if he didn't want to tell, well. He certainly had his reasons and John respected that.
    So instead he just smiled at the man, grateful for having been granted this piece of information at all, before following the instructions and opening up the box of spaghetti.

    "In fact I don't order as much take-out as you seem to think I do. I eat at work, mostly - the perks of working at the orphanage and a pub. I basically get all my food for free."

    The smug grin that followed there words was definitely one that basically screamed look how clever I am even though this whole food thing had never even been planned when he's picked his jobs in the first place. But Aaron didn't need to know that, right?
    Handing the opened spaghetti box to the other (actually he would have thrown that stuff into the water already but in all fairness he didn't know whether that was the correct way to do it), John leaned his hip against the counter, watching Aaron with a smile.

    It suited him.
    This whole... domestic scenario. The kitchen, the easy smiles, the passing back and forth of ingredients with not a worry in the world.
    Not at the moment, at least. John was fairly certain Aaron had worries in this world - everybody did, and perhaps Aaron even more so. He was too friendly. Too easy to be around - and things were never this easy.

     
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    Pausing to look over to John at the newfound knowledge he'd basically managed to get all of his food for free, Aaron actually looked a little impressed. "Did you plan that? Because I ... clearly am doing something wrong here," he concluded with a grin, gaze flicking to the box of pasta as he watched John open it. It was a rather good thing he didn't suddenly decide to dump the spaghetti straight in because Aaron took the box and simply set it aside for a moment as he carried the pot, newly filled with water, over to the stove and set it down on the burner beside the sauce.

    "So, why aren't you out there sailing on the water if you're a pirate?" he asked, stepping away from the stove to lean back against the counter, turning his head to watch the other man curiously. "I mean, you must be really bored by all of ... of this," Aaron continued, gesturing vaguely to their surroundings.

    As much as John was enjoying the domestic life, Aaron was struggling to really picture him in it. Maybe it would have been easier if he hadn't already learned that his previous life had been so very different and so far from domestic. And yet, he seemed to be so accustomed to modern day things. He was using cell phones and riding motorcycles.

    He wasn't really what Aaron would have expected in a pirate.

     
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    Spotting his first mistake before he's even made it, John was fairly glad he wasn't attempting to do this by himself - he would have thrown the noodles right into the water though apparently that wouldn't have been the way to go, seeing as Aaron placed them aside for the time being.

    "Of course I planned it, that's just how clever I am."

    Grinning like the little shit he was, John left it up to Aaron to decide whether he'd believe that or not.
    When the other mentioned sailing though, John couldn't quite help pull a face.
    Admitted, he really wasn't the domestic type, his wife had proven that to him - another of the many, many details of his life before Pandora which Aaron wasn't aware of yet and possibly never would be - and a domestic life had no been enough in the long run. Or... the short run, seeing as merely few weeks of a peaceful life had passed for him until he'd become restless enough to seek out a way to sail out again.

    It was different here, in some way.
    He still wasn't fond of living a domestic life, but he hardly had time to even attempt to live one.
    "I'm sick of sailing. I've never liked the sea and I am tired of the violence. And there is so much here to keep me busy, I haven't been bored even a single day so far. I mean... from phones and motorbikes to space travel and portals - this whole place is insane. There is so much to see, and I want to see everything it has to offer."

    Which was certainly excessive and most likely not possible. Which didn't mean John couldn't wish for it though.
    Yet again he caught himself being so unusually honest around Aaron though that it left him questioning this whole thing in the first place - honesty had only ever backfired for him and he didn't like how vulnerable it made people.

    "The pirate thing was... sort of an accident. I've never wanted to be a pirate, I was just dragged into it. It's a long, fairly complicated story."

    Though he didn't say he wasn't willing to tell it. Just probably not right now, but rather where there'd be more time for it, and a more fitting time, too.

     
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    Tired of violence. That was something that Aaron found he could relate to easily. Not that violence had been centric in Alexandria and, in fact, for a long time, it really hadn't been. He wouldn't go so far as to call it peaceful, there had been problems. There were problems everywhere in some way, shape, or form, but that violence they had been so desperately avoiding inside of their walls was brought to their doorstep by Aaron, himself. Rick Grimes. Aaron had found him, Aaron had brought him to their little town.

    He didn't have any regrets. With Negan's people harassing Hilltop right around that metaphorical corner, it would only have been a matter of time and they'd been so much better off with Rick's people than they would have been without.

    But despite it all, he was tired of violence, he was tiring of losing people. And maybe that hadn't completely stopped in Pandora because this was a cruel place that stole away loved ones before you could even say to them what you wanted to say to them. But, still, it was somehow better. After all, he wouldn't have met John or anybody like him without this place.

    "So I guess that means you won't be taking me sailing anytime soon," Aaron decided a moment later, leaning into counter surface and reaching around John for a moment to grab a banana from its basket. Peeling it, he took a bite as he stepped back from John, flashing him a smile before looking back over to where water was boiling away. "Alright, so you're gonna take this box," he said, and a moment later, that box of spaghetti John had handed him was in his hand and emotion. With a tilt of his head, Aaron beckoned him closer to that stove's heat and reached out to hand it over to him. "And pour."

    Holding that box out to him, Aaron watched him expectantly as he took another bite of his banana.

     
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    No disagreement on this part and it left John feeling convinced that the other had his fair experiences with violence - in whatever way that might have been.
    It was wrong to be this curious about Aaron's past when he himself refused to tell anything about his own, and to an extent, John realized that.
    And maybe it wasn't that hard, either.
    To just be content with knowing Aaron now, the person he was right now, standing in the kitchen in front of him nomming on this stupid banana - a view that stupidly enough lured a smile from John.

    So I guess that means you won't be taking me sailing anytime soon
    His smile slipped into a somewhat grin as he shrugged innocently.
    "We'll see about that."

    In fact, the moment Aaron mentioned it, John put it on his mental bucket list to take the other out sailing someday.
    That was, of course, if they didn't die in a kitchen accident today.
    Which... would be fairly poor outcome for a first date meeting.

    The box of spaghetti was handed to him and John stepped up closer to the stove, arching an eyebrow in question when Aaron told him to pour.
    "Just like that?"

    It struck him as way too simple, especially considering he's already managed to mess this up a few times at home. A part of John was still waiting for something very complicated to come up, something he couldn't possibly have known and which had been responsible for him always screwing something up.
    With a shrug he tilted the box and let the spaghetti slip into the boiling water, placing it aside once it was empty.

    "This can't possibly be right - it's way too simple."

    Famous last words, as they tended to say.
    That was when the sauce he's already entirely forgotten about began to smoke uncomfortably, nothing too serious yet but maybe if John would have paid more attention he would have been able to prevent this from happening in the first place.
    As it was though, he only spotted the smoke now.
    "Uhm....is this supposed to be like that?"

    A stupid question.
    When more smoke rose from the pot and the sauce was slowly starting to change color, John realized that it was burning, or about to, anyway.

    "Shit!"

    Grasping the first object in reach out of mere panicked reaction, John didn't waste a single - much required - thought on what he was doing when he reached out and set the sauce on fire.
    It wasn't actually on purpose at all.
    This was not at all what he had planned to do, but, in retrospect, he really didn't know what he's been planning to do at all.
    While he stared in disbelief at the lighter in his hand first and then at the flames dancing upon the slowly black turning sauce, the general chaos was joined by another sound - the sound of water boiling over.

     
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    He couldn't help his smile as John vaguely and mysteriously considered the sailing thing. Or maybe he wasn't considering it at all. Honestly, there was something sort of nice about the idea, but Aaron wasn't exactly going to push him either. He'd made it clear how much he hated it. Sailing. The water. The whole piracy thing. He had to wonder if he bothered the fact that Aaron had a tendency to bring it up at all. It was an easy topic to fixate on given the fact that Aaron never thought he'd ever meet someone like John, but god, how guilty he would have felt to find out that every mention of piracy left John feeling uncomfortable.

    There were worse things. Like potentially burning down Jesus' kitchen.

    Honestly, Aaron really thought it was gonna be okay. How bad could John really have been? It seemed, though, he was about to find out. Not that it was entirely John's fault. Aaron hadn't been paying close enough attention to realize the sauce was starting to burn, which was why he looked so surprised when the other man suddenly pointed it out. Turning his head, he found himself just staring dumbly at the pot for a moment, but before he could even think to burst into action, John was.

    And that was exactly when everything went to hell. For some reason, John thought the best thing to do was grab a lighter and literally set the sauce on fire. Or maybe he hadn't been thinking at all, maybe he'd just grabbed the first thing he could find. "Oh my god, John!" Aaron cried, the now empty banana peel in his hand suddenly dropping to the floor as he stepped forward to reach around the other man for the nearest towel he could see.

    Only he'd stepped the wrong way, his foot sliding against something soft beneath it, something that could only be the banana peel he'd just dropped on the floor. Just like that, Aaron was falling, body toppling into John's and managing to knock them both to the ground.

    All while the fire in the sauce pan grew and the water in the spaghetti pot started to boil over.

     
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    It wasn't like he hadn't warned Aaron - repeatedly - just what a mess he was in the kitchen, and what a risk, too.
    But the other had probably not have wanted to believe it, and John couldn't quite blame him either - really, how awful could a person truly be when it came to something as considerably simple as cooking?
    Never too old to learn something new, right?

    It was Aaron's cry of despair that tore the former sailor out of his utterly useless staring and while his racing mind was trying to come up with a solution to the current problem at hand - funny, wasn't it? How he could always come up with something clever when facing certain death but not when setting a fucking kitchen on fire - and his eyes skimmed the nearest objects without really registering any of them, kind of hoping Aaron would somehow solve the issue magically by himself, what happened instead was actually quite the opposite.

    He saw the other man step closer, and even managed to make the logical connection that it was the towel the other was reaching for. In fact, John's been about to move out of the way, at least, when suddenly Aaron was not taking a step anymore but rather perfoming a movement which was much closer to falling.
    Before John had any chance to back away or react, or even say a single word, Aaron stumbled into him and - of course - his left knee simply gave in beneath the weight.
    Grasping for something instictively, it was again the handle of the damned - now actually burning - pot that John's fingers wrapped around for just long enough to knock it off the burner onto the stove before his hand slipped and he crashed to the floor back-first with Aaron atop of him.

    The first thing he felt was the air being knocked out of his lungs, the next thing was the pain in his leg like lightning through the veins, familiar but never something to get used to and he flinched, clenching his teeth to not allow the pained hiss to escape his throat.
    The next thing he noticed was the weight upon him and the smell of Aaron's cologne which was pretty pleasant, all things considered. And - well, the fact that he had his arms draped over the other, probably in some attempt to hold on to something.
    Blinking up towards the ceiling, John listened to the sounds of fire and boiling water and the smell of smoke growing heavier, the heavy beating of his own heart somewhere in between and - most of all - Aaron. Atop of him. On the fucking floor.

    "Hey, are you alright?"

    Somehow he didn't remove his arms from around the other's frame though, a smile tugging at his lips and the only thing keeping the laughter away was the concern that Aaron might have actually injured himself.

    The fact that the man whom this kitchen actually belonged to entered the room at that very point was something that escaped John's attention entirely.



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    He was hoping to just sort of sneak on in, grab his phone and then sneak back on out without either Aaron or John noticing he was even there. He still couldn’t believe he’d left it behind on his kitchen counter, still plugged into its charger. He blamed it on having phones around was still a relatively new concept that he’d gotten out of practice with and therefore it still wasn’t automatic for him to keep it with him constantly. Nevertheless he didn’t want to interrupt Aaron and John’s little date for a phone, even though Aaron seemed to be insistent wasn’t a date at all but simply a meeting. Jesus could see right through that though, it was a date and it was good that Aaron had found someone. He did need his damn phone though.

    Plan was, sneak quickly in, snag it out its charger, pocket it and be gone before Aaron and John noticed anyone had even been back. Simple. Only when Jesus pushed his front door open there was a smell, not a pleasant one of cooking food and people enjoying themselves but rather a smell of burning. It was fine, they’d probably just overcooked something because they’d distracted themselves. Jesus ignored it and quietly unplugged his phone, switched his charger off and then pocketed both.

    He had noticed during his few moments lurking in his hallway, that burning smell was actually getting worse. He sniffed, frowned and glanced behind himself as if calculating whether to leave them to it or actually go and check to make sure his house wasn’t burning down. After a moment he decided to creep further down his hall and just pop his head round into his kitchen and check. What he’d not expected to see was an actual fire breaking out from a saucepan, little orange flames licking dangerously above a pan and in a heap at floor level were Aaron and John.

    Jesus hadn’t seen John before, not even a picture of him, but there he was sprawled over kitchen tiles with Aaron on top of him and normally speaking, Jesus would have smirked to himself and left them to it. Only a pan was on fire so he was sort of torn between leaving lovebirds to it or saving his kitchen. He stepped out, finally revealing he was actually there and looked a little apologetic for it.

    ”I just came back to grab my phone-” He excused his presence quickly as he made his way to his cooker and awkwardly stepped over Aaron and John where they were. He promptly snagged up a kitchen towel to quell some taller flames, ”And I smelled burning. I’ll be out of your hair in a moment as soon as this fire in my kitchen is out-” Jesus paused to look down and smirked at their predicament, ”John, I assume? Nice to meet you.”

     
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    Something was on fire. Something was definitely on fire, which was probably the most important of all of the issues right now. And yet as Aaron toppled over and managed to land right on top of John, he felt frozen, staring wide eyed down at him like he didn’t know what to do or where he was or what the hell he was even doing. Just like that, any dignity he thought he’d had was just completely gone. And apparently awareness of his surroundings had gone completely out the window, too, because John’s arms were around him and one of Aaron’s hands was pressed against the other man’s chest as though he’d had every intention of getting back up.

    “Am I-- I--”

    Apparently he’d also managed to lose the ability to speak in full sentences. He was seconds from gathering himself when he heard a truly horrifyingly familiar voice from the other side of the room. Any other day, he would have been thrilled to hear Jesus, but the timing couldn’t have possibly been any worse. What was he doing back so early? He didn’t he know he had somebody over?

    Not that it mattered because it wasn’t even serious. He thought from the very awkward predicament where he was literally laying on top of him while the stove practically caught fire.

    Maybe Jesus was just genuinely concerned. Maybe he wasn’t here for his phone at all, maybe he was genuinely concerned that there was a pirate in his kitchen. Or something. Or-- What did it matter? There was literally nothing that could make this moment any less embarrassing, and he found himself squeezing his eyes shut and wincing as his friend stepped right over them. Suddenly scrambling off of John the moment he was all clear, Aaron scooted backward and sat there on the floor, his face beet red.