OH WELL OH WELL I STILL HOPE FOR THE BEST [cain]

[jagger owen wilson]

jagger thought a lot about what jason had told him over lunch the other day - he did. and in the past few days, he had made a little bit of an effort. he'd gone back to work and kissed his boyfriend and kept his arms around him until a customer forced them apart. he occasionally squeezed his hand when he walked past him even when he was busy just to give him some acknowledgement. he took him home and didn't immediately shuttle him off to the bedroom; instead he let them cuddle on the couch for a little bit despite everyone who walked into and out of the house. and it was just little things - little things that still got him a knowing little smile from his little brother but little things nonetheless. and he did make an effort to talk more - not tease or yell or harass but actually talk. about their day, how cain felt, about his leg. baby steps. little things.

but he knew the time would come when cain would get a little restless. a little sick of the little things. because shit, even little affections like that were a little friendly for how long their relationship had been intimate for and he knew that cain wanted more. he knew he wanted the dates that jason and alec went on or the shameless way that mickey and zane would suck face at the shop. and while maybe jagger wasn't ready for that yet, he kept remembering what jason told him. if he wasn't ready, cain would find someone who would be. and the very thought of cain running off to find someone else to keep him warm at night, to take him out on dates, to kiss him in public...it made him sick to his stomach. he couldn't stand to see him with anyone else for the rest of his life. not now that he had him. so he decided to do something nice. he decided to take him out.

so when he got home that day from a little milkshake run with jason (he had been making more of a big brother effort, too, but mainly it was just an excuse to tell jason that he'd settled on a date night) he walked up behind cain who was sitting on the couch, kissed him hello despite kendall's faux-disgusted look, and said, "get dressed, shithead, we're going out." which he probably could have made more affectionate, but honestly, 'shithead' was as affectionate a petname as anything else between the two of them and it wasn't like cain didn't get in his own insults. no, he figured he could let that one slide even if he could hear the connection of jason's palm to his forehead behind him. but he didn't care. he was too giddy over the idea of doing something nice for his boyfriend, something to really put forth an effort and prove to cain that he was being honest when he told him he loved him. maybe the plan was a little stupid. but shit, jagger could take looking like a fool if it meant keeping cain.

he had even hummed as he changed his own clothes. not to anything fancy - he just actually made an effort to find clean clothes that fit well and looked nice and that surprisingly made a really big difference in his appearance, seeing as usually jagger didn't give two squirts of piss what he looked like. but jason had told him that caring about how cain viewed him was another part of just being in a relationship; so he'd made an effort. he cast cain little smiles as they changed, stopping every now and then just to kiss him because he could. he knew his actions lately were a little...different. it was an abrupt change from the way he was acting. but cain and jason both had a point. maybe he hadn't been as affectionate as he should have been. maybe he had been a little distant. so now he was going to work on it.

he ushered cain into the car as soon as he could, getting in the driver's seat and telling him not to ask questions. he had enough planned. jason had told him to just take it easy; take it slow. but taking it slow wasn't really in jagger wilson's vocabulary and he actually wanted to get cain out of the house so they could get through everything. so he ushered him into the car, drove in relative silence to the nightclub, only smiling at anything cain had to say. and when they pulled up and parked, jagger got out to open cain's door for him and said, "i know it's not usually where we go, but i figured...there's a first for everything, right?" then he held out his hand for him to take, smiling that stupid giddy grin of his and just waiting to gauge cain's response.

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[cain furion costello]

something had happened while jagger and jason went out to lunch, cain was aware of that much. but fuck if he knew what exactly it was that they had talked about that had caused his boyfriend to come back being so...he couldn't even put his finger on it. jagger was being different. but not in some sort of way that he could complain about, because, to be frank, it was nice. the attention was nice. the way that jagger seemed to be more affectionate than cain could remember him being, it was nice. to be treated like a boyfriend outside of the bedroom, or outside of the house. around people that jagger didn't know, nor did cain. for weeks now jagger had been treating him mostly how they used to act, like best friends who fucked behind closed doors, but from the moment that he came back to the shop from that lunch he had been, well, he had been treating cain like a boyfriend. at first, it just shocked the living hell out of cain. and there was a good part of him that wanted to ask what flew up jagger's ass, but cain wasn't some idiot that was going to look a gift horse in the mouth. so he returned the kisses, and he smiled at the touches, and he enjoyed every second of it.

what he hadn't expected, though, was for it to continue after that. not only into the evening when he was more than ready to go home and lay down in bed as was usual for the two of them. but instead, they stayed in the living room. they cuddled. they talked. they...acted like a fucking normal couple. and it was fucking weird, it really was. but cain was loving every last minute of it. and he wasn't about to turn it away because, well, fuck if he knew how long it was going to last. after a few days, though, it was still happening. and cain was still shocked. with every uncaring kiss that jagger placed on his lips no matter who was around. with each little touch. they were little things, that much was for sure. little things that, well, they had been missing in their relationship as boyfriends instead of best friends. those little things that made a difference in what they were to each other when they were around other people. and fuck if it wasn't nice, fuck if it wasn't giving cain some of the best feelings that he'd had in his entire life. he felt wanted by his boyfriend in a way that he hadn't felt since they first got out of the hospital. fuck, he felt like his boyfriend.

and really, all the ways that jagger was being affectionate, and all the ways that he was being sweet to him. they weren't the sappy ways that most couples were, they were still jagger and cain, but it was nice. and he was eating it up. it was strange how the happiness that came from jagger's actions was enough to make him not feel like the pain in his leg was so bad. and it was enough to keep a smile almost always on his face. and fuck if jagger didn't seem like he was happier too because of all of it. cain could've sworn that he hadn't seen jagger smile so much in fucking five years. there was the skeptic side of cain, though, the side that was just waiting for it to wear off. waiting for jagger to fall back into his old ways of being distant and treating cain like his best friend and not his boyfriend and as much as that sucked, he couldn't let himself dwell on that for too long. no, he was going to enjoy this for however long it lasted and not worry about the end of it.

he had been sitting on the couch in a damn good mood when jagger came into the house. just bullshitting with kendall about this and that. a wide grin sat on his lips after returning the kiss and he looked at jagger with a curious expression. "going out?" he questioned tilting his head slightly. but fuck if he was going to argue that. even with walking up the stairs with his cain he was able to keep up with jagger. and once in the room, he happily got dressed. more than a little impressed to see jagger actually give a shit about what he was putting on. because when it came to apparel cain had always been the one that cared a bit more for his appearance than his boyfriend. and the costello boy happily returned all the kisses while he was getting dressed, chuckling slightly as he did so. jagger was giddy, and fuck if it hadn't been a million years since cain had seen him this way. it was nice, to see jagger smiling so much. and fuck if cain didn't like to think that he was the reason that grin stayed so planted on his boyfriend's lips.

when they were in the car and on their way, cain was so tempted to ask questions. to ask what was going on. hell, even to ask what sort of happy pills had jagger started taking because this was just. it was odd. it was different. but different really wasn't bad. the drive was made mostly in silence, given that cain wasn't supposed to ask questions. when they pulled up to the club though, cain's brows rose right to his hairline. this...was not what he had expected. not in a million years. sure, cain had gone to dance clubs a few times in his life. usually with his girlfriend at the time, but, jagger? at a dance club? jagger knew how to dance? "dude...you do realize that i have a fucked up leg right?" he asked with a bit of a chuckle as he took jagger's hand and got out of the car. cain took the opportunity to press a quick kiss to his lips. maybe just because of the grin on his features. "you, are something else jagger wilson," he spoke one side of his lips raising up to dimple his cheek.

[jagger owen wilson]

he knew it was a completely one-eighty: the total opposite of the way that he'd been acting. honestly, jagger knew he was acting strange and he'd been asked by zane a few times if he was sure he was feeling okay (dude had even asked if he was seeing someone else - apparently people in affairs were happier? to him that made no sense and he nearly killed the damn dude when he asked but it just proved how different his personality was after his talk). but it wasn't that he was acting strange - he shouldn't put it like that. he was just acting the way that being with cain actually made him feel. like he was on top of the world. like anything was possible. like the luckiest god damn dude alive. he knew that people were surprised because they didn't think that their relationship was like that in the slightest. but that was the problem, wasn't it? he thought people knew; he thought he had expressed to everyone that cain made him the happiest man alive. and then he'd gotten the memo that apparently he wasn't doing as well as he thought.

so he focused. he sat down and really thought about it and started focusing his emotions, pushing down anger, focusing on cain and making cain happy and seeing that smile appear on cain's face that he hadn't realized had disappeared until he saw it again. jagger wasn't sentimental. he didn't care very deeply, not to the outside eye, and sometimes yeah, he still did things like call cain a shithead. but he loved him. he loved him and sentimental or not, the last thing jagger had ever been before was a bad boyfriend and everyone knew it. how that had to reflect on his relationship with cain...he didn't like to think about. he could only focus on jason's words; his warning that if he didn't treat cain like his boyfriend then cain would go off and find someone else and shit jagger had no doubt about that. hadn't he done it before? never any boys, no, but girls and that was enough to make him feel sick. no. he had to do something. he had to step up his game.

so he made the change. he tried to be that guy again and he was finding it surprisingly easy to step back into those romantic shoes. maybe a little too easy considering what he was doing - taking cain to a night club. shit, jagger hadn't danced, actually legitimately danced, since high school and even then he had never been very good at it. and then there was the fact that cain had his hurt leg. but the appeal of the nightclub wasn't really the dancing or the drinks or whatever it was. it was the people. most people in hartford went to a club on a friday night and not only did jagger know they would stick out like a sore thumb but it gave him a chance to prove that he didn't care what kind of assholes they were around or what they were doing - if he was with cain, he was happy. even if a little awkward.

so he'd chosen a club. besides, it was worth looking like a fool to see that smile on cain's face, that little dimple in his cheek that made it hard for him to do anything but stare at him sometimes because he was so damned gorgeous. it helped that he knew the dj from the short time he'd worked at the webster before he and cain were able to get the shop set up and he was able to convince the guy to drop the shitty pop music for a moment to play a little def leppard, which was enough to make anyone's day brighter. though he was lucky to have picked a song that was upbeat or he might not have been able to pay the dude off to satisfy cain's ears for one song. def leppard he could find a way to dance to. nicki minaj, justin bieber, or whatever 'funky fresh' bullshit they were playing in clubs these days, though...he could do without. they could stick to the britbrit. in those times, he would be at the bar showing his boy off to the world.

jagger returned the quick kiss, pulling cain to him by his waist and chuckling quietly. "i'm only asking for one dance, baby," he told him, that grin still overtaking his features in a way that almost made his cheeks hurt. he couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled this much except maybe for the day cain left the hospital. "and then we can sit at the bar and you can get drunk enough to love me or what the fuck ever crazy kids do at these things anymore." he pressed another kiss to his lips and pulled him in tight, moving his hand down cain's arm until he found his boyfriend's hand and entwined their fingers. "you are incredibly," he said, pulling away only slightly so he could still press kisses to his lips between his words, "sexy so i say we're even." he gave him one more kiss before pressing their foreheads together and saying, "come on you," and leading him into the club, still holding tight to his hand. and then it took just looking around and meeting his ex-coworker's eyes once to know they were set. next song was theirs.

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[cain furion costello]

cain had no idea what had been said between the wilson brothers while they went out to lunch that day. but he wasn't going to complain. because jagger was treating him how he had always wanted jagger to treat him. especially since they had come out to the world about what they did behind closed doors and become boyfriends. jagger was treating him just like that, his boyfriend. and it was true enough the time that they spent cuddled together in bed with jagger saying sweet nothings to him, and telling him that he loved him was nice. but having jagger do those things in front of anyone and everyone. fuck, cain was getting to the point where he wasn't expecting it any longer. but that day that he came back to the shop, something had shifted. and though cain had noticed what had been lacking in their relationship he had just been dealing with it because, jagger was jagger. and jagger had his way of acting. but this change, he was happy for it. he was happy for every fucking second of it. being treated like a boyfriend, fully, for the first time since they had put such a title to what they were.

so of course he wasn't going to bitch about it, or ask jagger what had gotten into him. part of him afraid that if he pointed it out jagger would stop being so affectionate. which would fucking suck. cain never knew how used to it he would get and so quickly to. like, he had never experienced something like it before. which really, he hadn't. being jagger's boyfriend was different than any of his past relationships. because jagger was a boy. and jagger was jagger. and he was in love with jagger. cain hadn't been in love with anyone else in his entire life. he was drinking up the attention like it might run out, and maybe part of him was scared that it would. he wasn't going to dwell on that, though. having jagger treat him in these romantic ways was one of the best god damn feelings that he had had in his entire life. no one in the world had an effect on him like jagger wilson did, and no one would again. he was sure of it. jagger was the love of his fucking life. his forever. his only. and fuck if he didn't believe they had the best relationship possible. especially now with jagger's shift.

and as fucking odd as it was that jagger had taken him to a dance club of all places, he wasn't going to bitch about it. just because, he was with jagger. and he loved his boyfriend. more than words could ever describe. he loved him with all his fucking heart. the rest of the world could fuck off and die when he was with jagger, especially the way that jagger kissed him leaving him head feeling dizzy for several moments after the lip lock ended. the closeness of their bodies kept that remaining dizzy feel, that lazy smile resting on cain's lips keeping those dimples more than apparent. his boyfriend had taken him to a dance club, and no matter what, no matter if his leg started hurting, he was going to make sure that they had a good time, that jagger continued to keep that stupid smile on his face and that giddy air about him. it'd been years since cain had seen him like this, and to know that he was the one causing this effect, it was enough to take his breath away. because his boyfriend really did fucking love him. which he showed both in words and actions.

a chuckle escaped the man's lips as he kept his eyes locked on jagger's. "and what are we going to dance to? because i know you don't like the music that they play in there," he said in teasing tones. he listened to jagger describe the rest of the night though, and he looked at his boyfriend in almost disbelief. his fingers finding their way into his hair when he kissed him again, knotting in the locks. "alright, sounds like a plan to me. then you can take my drunk ass home and have your way with me," he whispered playfully. though, truth of the matter was that so much of him wanted to go home right then and there just from how wanted jagger's actions were making him feel. it was amazing what the changs in jagger's actions had done to their sex life. not that it had been bad before. but the more that jagger made him feel like his boyfriend, the more that cain wanted to be alone with him to do what boyfriends did with one another.

cain laced his fingers with his boyfriend's more than happily, his other hand tightening the grip on his cane as he leaned into him. the costello boy returned each of the kisses, a small moan coming from him when the last one was placed on his lips and he even went as far as to press his hips into jagger's for a moment. "i love you," he whispered and kissed him again before jagger started leading him into the club. the shock of where they were at came back to him as he followed, then took a seat on an open bar stood when they reached the counter top. "alright jagger, so what is it that you have pulled up your sleeve?" he asked in playful tones letting go of his hand and snaking it around his waist to pull him closer so he was standing between his legs.

[jagger owen wilson]

it was amazing really how easily cain was able to take his breath away. though admittedly if anyone had a right to have the magic ability, it was him. sometimes it just took one look - one look and he was gone. sometimes it was just something he said or the way he laughed or the not so surreptitious looks that he cast him some days. just things that were so uniquely cain; he undid him without even trying, had always been able to from that first day seven years ago when he had pulled him down and kissed him for the very first time. it was like from that moment forward he had a hold on him that he didn't know how to explain and for a while, it scared him. it scared him because he didn't feel like anyone could ever have that sort of effect on him and then along came cain and he turned into something almost pathetic. he'd hidden from it; god for a long time he'd hidden, running scared from his feelings. but when he indulged in it...it was the best feeling in the world.

which was probably why he'd let everything they did go on for so long. maybe they were wary about saying anything. maybe for a while it was a secret. but those moments he spent entwined with his best friend, clothes shed and cares thrown away for just a few minutes, were the most wonderful moments of the past years of his life. and he was still scared and he was still confused but when he was actually with him, he didn't care. and then the day they finally got the words out of both of them...the three simple words, the simple "i love you" that had gone unspoken for years, that was the best day of his life. it had its dampeners. cain in the hospital and hurt and having to take their time and wait to truly be together again. but he had him. and just like that without trying, cain made him happier than he had ever been before in his life.

so that was why he put up with this. that was why he listened to jason for once, why he worked to find a club he knew someone at, why he paid and bribed for something good to happen so that just for once he could give cain that same happiness that cain so effortlessly gave him. he knew a club made no sense. for one, he didn't dance and was probably going to make an idiot out of himself out there. and then there was the simple fact that he hated people and more importantly he hated people staring at him - that was the one thing he and jason had in common which was why their meetings were always so low key. they both were wallflowers at heart; they shrugged out of the spotlight. to be honest, he sort of hated the entire idea of a club - drinking in public, bumping and grinding to shitty music on people you usually didn't know, hormones and drama and blah blah blah socialization. but cain had been to them before; he had taken people there, been taken and since jagger knew he wanted public, he figured, what was more public than that?

evidently, it was working in his favor, too. a small moan rumbled his vocal chords at cain's teasing whisper and the way he pressed his hips into him was enough for him to realize how much the small action of putting effort into a date actually meant to his boyfriend. "you will just have to see," he said in response to cain's question about the music and he captured his lips quickly again and whispered, "i love you too." it was small public displays of affection. but for him it felt major, even just in a parking lot where he could feel eyes on them. or maybe he was just paranoid about feeling eyes on them. either way the idea made him a little uncomfortable but just one look at cain and he knew that he wasn't going to stop at all. he was just so happy at being treated like this and though jagger just wanted to snap and ask people what they were looking at as the pair walked into the club, glare at every weird stare and flip off every rolled eye, he didn't. he just focused on his boyfriend and getting his boyfriend to the bar and sitting his boyfriend down on a bar stool. there was no need to ruin cain's fun because of his paranoia. that wasn't the point of the date.

his hands settled on either side of cain's hips as he was pulled in closer to him and he smiled and kissed him instead of giving him an answer right away. he knew the answer would come eventually either when he decided to pull away or when the song changed but just then he wanted to show his boyfriend a little affection. when he did pull away, it was slowly and with some reluctance and he leaned in closer to him and said, "what in the world would make you think little ol' me has something up my sleeve?" smiling that cheeky little smile of his and pressing their foreheads together. then to completely contradict himself he looked around and then leaned back in and added, "you'll see in a second. let's just say i know a guy here." he paused to listen to the song playing currently but he couldn't make any sense of it; even if he could, he wouldn't recognize it and wouldn't be able to tell what it was anyway. "will you dance with me though? next song. before i have time to gain some sense."

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[cain furion costello]

cain knew jagger better than anyone else in the world did. hell, he knew jagger in ways that not even his siblings knew him. and when it well and came down to it the wilson children were really very close. but cain knew him in this quiet moments shared between the two of them. he had been the one to hold jagger and comfort him when cait had died. the one who had kissed him and told him that things would be okay even when he didn't believe it. of course cain had trouble believing that things were going to be okay when such a wonderful girl had been robbed from the world in the way that she had. none the less, it had been him holding jagger in those moments of sadness. he had been the one to be jagger's comfort, both physically and emotionally. he had been the one to calm him down time and time again when all jagger wanted to do was beat every person that he came into contact one. it had been him who talked sense into jagger. cain who had given him some kind of reminder that there was still good in the world. and cain who had always been at his side. can who would always be at his side until the day that they died. because even if jagger had promised to never leave cain alone in the world, the promise was silently reciprocated. neither of them would have to go through anything alone ever again.

and because cain knew jagger so damn well he knew how much just the thought of a club made his skin crawl. cain had always been the more social of the two of them. the one that would actually go out into public without getting angry at everything that he passed. cain was the one who had girlfriends, who brought them out on dates, who had no problem with public displays of affection. so it wasn't so out of cain's personality to go to a club, but it was out of jagger's personality. jagger didn't do social things, he didn't like people, he didn't like public places, and he didn't like being overly affectionate when there were people around who could be watching. and yet here he was treating cain how he had wanted to be treated since they had said their i love yous. he just wanted to be treated like jagger's boyfriend, which included getting kissed in public.

jagger was doing so much more than kissing him, though. he was touching him, he was holding him, he was letting out that soft moan that quite possibly only cain could hear. and there was shock in his features with ever little piece of affection that jagger placed on him. it was so just, unlike jagger. but fuck if he was going to complain about it. he was finally FINALLY being treated how cain wanted to be treated like. his boyfriend. and fuck if it wasn't one of the best feelings that cain had had in a long time. just to be loved. and for their love to be shown to anyone and everyone that was around them. a club was over the top, it was more than he'd ever expected out of jagger, but it was so nice. just to know how much jagger wanted him to have a good time. to know how proud jagger was that he was his boyfriend. and fuck if it wasn't the biggest turn on thus far in their relationship. for jagger to push aside his own feelings, and his own anxieties, and do something just because it would show cain how much he meant to him. whatever jason and jagger had talked about that afternoon, cain was glad for it. even if this didn't last forever. this one date was enough to make him happy. it was enough to show cain how much he meant to his boyfriend.

the mystery of it all added to the appeal, he just knew that jagger had something planned that would simply blow his mind and take him to another world. he chuckled lightly and shook his head. "i guess i will," he replied in tones that were damn near a purr. he happily returned the quick capture of his lips and pressed his body closer to his boyfriend's. he just needed to be closer to jagger, and no matter how close he got there was still the barrier of clothing that he was quickly becoming annoyed with even if they hadn't gotten into the club yet. once again he was pleasantly shocked by the way that jagger was acting, and he was sure that it was more than apparent how much he adored it by the way that he let his finger slip under his shirt and run along the top of his pant line.

once in the club the shock that had taken over his entire body remained. he hadn't expected jagger to stand so close to him once they were inside. he had expected him to put distance between him, not be so affectionate as he had been in the parking lot given that there were more people inside. but there jagger stood close to him, with his hands on his hips. and there was no stopping the soft moan that escaped his lips when jagger kissed him again. in front of anyone and everyone that might be watching and he was sure that they had gotten a few eyes looking at them by that point. once again he chuckled and kissed him softly the addiction to his lips having grown more than it usually was. not that he wasn't always wanting to kiss that boyfriend of his silly. right then, he couldn't get enough, though. "oh i dunno, that wicked smile on your lips might be giving you away," he teased slipping his hands up the back of his shirt just to give them a bit more contact than they'd had before. the smile on his lips grew deepening the dimples in his cheeks. "yeah, i'll dance with you. i'd do anything with you, you know that." and lord wouldn't he if only jagger asked. bum leg be damned.

[jagger owen wilson]

he was giddy - actually, legitimately giddy. jagger hadn't been this excited in years save for maybe when the offspring released rise and fall, rage and grace and even then, the beautiful sound of dexter holland's voice and the music his band created had nothing, absolutely nothing on cain costello. he had done everything that he could for years on end to try and bring a smile to that man's face. he had been there for him through all the shit, made fun of people to make him laugh, worked hard to make birthdays and holidays enjoyable for him. for as long as he could remember, he was always trying to please cain in one way or another, ensure that at least once a day he'd see those pretty little dimples in his cheeks even if he didn't always get a smile from jagger in return. but this - he hadn't done anything like this for somebody since...well, since cait was alive. and even then the most romantic thing he'd ever done couldn't compare to going out to clubs or making dinner reservations. around that time, he didn't have the time, money, or means to do any of the things he wanted to do for cain. so if he was being honest, this was new. this was a new kind of high.

but he was getting used to that with cain. being with his boyfriend felt like that the majority of the time. like something new - growing up, he'd never really had to live without it so it wasn't like he ever recognized the way cain made him feel. every day, it was him and cain, him and cain. sure, there was kendall and jason and mick and zane and ariana and cait and everyone else he'd known growing up. but that was different. being friends with them wasn't like being friends with cain because even before they kissed, they were unusually close. but that was what happened when one of their dads was a little piece of shit and the other wouldn't know love and affection at all if it wasn't for the doting of his older sister when he was younger. they sought solace in one another before any attraction began. and then when they finally did kiss, they did touch, they did have sex, it just made their bond that much stronger. and he never had to be without him, never - not when cain had a girlfriend, not when jagger was at his worst. not until cain had gotten in that accident. and he never wanted to live without him again.

because being without cain was like forgetting how to breathe. it felt empty. he was moodier (if that was possible), he lashed out more, and he just didn't feel right. he felt incomplete. he didn't just stay with cain in the hospital all that time because he loved him, though that was a contributing factor. he stayed with him because he didn't know what to do without him. who to talk to, how to dress, how to function. cain was his best friend, his business partner. growing up they had studied together, hung out together, done everything together, and hell without cain, who did jagger really have? everyone else had their little niche. but he didn't. he just had cain. he had him and even if he didn't always show it, he was happy to have him, grateful for him. because if he was cain he wouldn't have stuck around, wouldn't even have considered it. so yeah, he was a little giddy that he was able to make it up for him. giddy in a way that swelled out from his heart to fill his entire being, giddy in a way he didn't think was emotionally possible for him. if he were in his right mind, he would have smacked himself, but he wasn't in his right mind. he was in love.

now it was time to start acting like it. though he did make a mental note to almost never take cain out to a club again unless he asked. he could put up with the stares then and there and probably could deal every once in a while but they still made him a little uncomfortable. they made him feel like he shouldn't be touching cain like he was, like maybe cain shouldn't have put his hands up the back of jagger's shirt because that was intimate, that was something they shared in their bedroom, that was something that was none of anyone's goddamn business and jagger knew that people were staring. he felt itchy, knowing people were going to know this part of his life, maybe talk about it to their friends about that gay couple at the club who couldn't keep their hands off each other. maybe they'd get called gross or cute or maybe even brave in the story for blaring their relationship. he didn't care. it just made him uncomfortable to know people would be talking. but he supposed that was part of a public relationship that he had completely forgotten about. sometimes, you wanted people to talk.

he returned cain's soft kiss, beaming at him like he had found god in the feeling of his lips, like everything was perfect while he had this man in his arms. when he heard cain's words, that he would do anything with him, he couldn't help the teasing smirk, the low, "and you will, too, anything and everything," in his ear before nibbling on it lightly and kissing across his cheek back to his lips. it was then that he heard the song playing overhead finish and he grinned widely, pulling cain in closer to him. "come on," he said, "let's dance." and he started leading him out to the dancefloor, taking it slow to accommodate for his leg, and he gave him one final kiss on the lips as the opening riff of def leppard's "pour some sugar on me" started playing overheard. maybe not the most romantic song in the world, but hell if cain wanted romance, he'd get it in a place that wasn't already spitting hormones left and right. a song about sex? well that was perfect for the club and as jagger grabbed his boyfriend's hips a little possessively, he knew it was a little perfect for them, too. def leppard in a sea of nicki minaj.

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