"He looks like hell," Cameron replied sadly. "When I left he was pretty out of it. Hopefully all the meds they're pumping into him will help him rest." It all felt like a nightmare. Cam still couldn't believe how such a perfect day turned horribly wrong in such a short amount of time. And now he was allowing Jesse, the man who had hurt him so terribly, to take care of him. Still, Jesse had been surprisingly nice even if might be looking out for his own interests. "Hey, thanks for all this," Cam said, pausing at the car and feeling more than a little exhausted and awkward.

Caught in a rare moment of introspection, Jesse met Cameron's gaze over the hood of the car and managed a flicker of a smile. "I know I screwed things up before. It was fun for me, but it was something else for you. No one's ever accused me of being particularly insightful. Brilliant, gorgeous, but never particularly in tune with the needs of others. I'm probably still not, but I'm trying to be less of an asshole." He shrugged and opened the door, climbing in and starting the car while he waited for Cameron to do the same. Once he did, Jesse added, "You don't have to stay with me tonight - well, today," he amended with a glance to the rising sun, "The offer of the ride stands even if you want me to take you to your place."

Now that really did take Cameron by surprise. It was fairly easy to tell when Jesse wasn't being genuine, and his performance would have had to have been Oscar-worthy to fool Cam. Ever since encountering each other again, Jesse was trying to be nicer. And showing up at the hospital was another step in the right direction. "No," Cam started with a gentle shake of his head. "I really don't want to be alone. Not after... everything." //And I don't want to deal with my brother right now, either.// He might be making an enormous mistake going home with Jesse. But Cameron had no intention of reigniting things with his ex. Not when his heart belonged to someone else.

"Good," Jesse answered as he headed for his own apartment. It wasn't anything swank. Work had been sparser and farther between than he'd hoped, and slinging drinks at night, while great for tips, didn't exactly thrill him enough to encourage his taking on extra hours to pay for a better place. But when they arrived and entered the space, it still somehow managed to carry carry's slick, upscale style despite being a one room apartment in a questionable building. Jesse had painted the walls a classic gray, and most of the decor was shades of black and red. The bed was in one corner partially blocked by a curtain hanging from a rod on the ceiling, and the only thing private was the bathroom opposite the bed. The living room, dining space and kitchen all flowed into each other seamlessly. "Nothing fancy, but I think you'll be comfortable. Do you want some coffee or tea, or did you want to go straight to bed?"

As physically and emotionally drained as Cameron felt, the day's events had also left him too wired to rest. "Tea would be nice, thanks," he replied, gratefully sinking down on the couch. Tired eyes wandered over the apartment, and though it was cozier than what he thought would suit the other man, the ambiance fairly screamed Jesse St. James. "You have a really nice place," he complimented, melting back into the cushions. If someone had told him this morning that he would end up at his ex-boyfriend's home, then Cam would have declared them legally insane. "I..." he faltered, then sighed deeply. "...Ever had the feeling where you wish you could rewind time? That's what I want to do right now. Go back to this morning before everything went wrong."

Jesse soon joined Cameron on the couch. He set down a small tray bearing two large cups of tea sweetened lightly with honey and passed one into Cameron's hands. "Camomile. Very soothing. As for turning back the clock... okay, things turned out badly. Obviously. But do you honestly think for a second that Cooper would remove that performance from history even if he could?" He'd seen the way the man worked. Apart from leaving with Cameron the night before, Cooper was always in the theater before every other person and left long after. The play meant everything to him. It was one of the reasons Jesse enjoyed working with the man so much. Cooper was one of the few people he'd come across who seemed as driven as he was himself. "He's going to be alright, and so are you."

Cameron glanced up from his tea, and blinked at Jesse with barely concealed surprise. Despite the night's events, he felt a soft grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Thank you," he murmured, taking a sip from the cup. It warmed him through, and Cameron felt himself starting to relax a little. "Y'know... this is the Jesse who was my friend. I like this Jesse. Do you think he could stick around?"

Jesse nodded soberly at the suggestion. "I'll do what I can. We both know that in the end, I want what's best for me." It wasn't that he saw it as a flaw, simply a fact. He'd spent his life fighting to get where he was, and he had no intention of letting it go. That said, Cameron was someone he could see sharing that success with. He was talented, lovely, and driven in his own right. He could be every bit as strong a partner as Rachel. Self absorbed as he was, Jesse could see the potential that lingered between them if Cameron was ever able to let go of the past. "I'd like to make things right again. With us. Working with you again is wonderful, but I admit that I miss... I miss being more."

Cameron wasn't entirely sure Jesse meant what he'd said until he registered the sincerity in the other man's eyes. For a moment his heart thudded against his ribs, and all those high school feelings he thought he'd locked away struggled to be unleashed. It through him for a loop knowing that Jesse could still get to him after all this time. Then again, he'd been through such an emotional roller coaster tonight that Cam realized he was in a vulnerable state. "I... I don't know if you can make things right," he faltered, swallowing hard. "You hurt me, Jesse... and I've never gotten over it."

"Then let's start over. Let me do better." Jesse set his tea aside as Cameron already had and shifted until he sat thigh-to-thigh with the other man. "Let me do it over again. I'm not as stupid as I used to be. Let me prove it." Without giving Cam a chance to protest, he took the silence as enough hesitation to warrant pressing the issue and swooped in for a soft, lingering kiss. There was a strong chance that Cameron would slap him and run out of the apartment, but there was just as much chance that he would give in - and Jesse had never been afraid to gamble on his own powers of persuasion.

Cameron caught his breath as Jesse's impulsive kiss took him completely by surprise. What stunned him more was how easily he surrendered to the reckless intimate moment. Melting while Jesse's warm, soft lips covered his own, one of Cam's hands trembled as it raised up and disappeared into the other man's hair. Although they had shared numerous kisses during rehearsals and in tonight's performance on stage, this one was different. Scorching-hot and filled with meaning, the contact left Cam reeling and a muffled groan escaped him. "Jesse?" He drew back, gazing into Jesse's eyes searchingly.

There was no anger in Cameron's eyes, only hesitation. Jesse could understand that, but it made him feel a thousand times better. Cameron didn't hate him, not really. He'd been hurt and upset, but there was still hope. "Come to bed with me." Jesse rose in one fluid movement and held his hand out. "We can just sleep, if you like, but I want to wake up with you."

Confusion and uncertainty played over Cameron's flushed features. Jesse's impulsive kiss and heartfelt words had left him reeling. And, coupled with the night's events, made him all but helpless to do anything accept the other man's invitation. "Okay," Cam heard himself reply shakily. He was sliding his hand into Jesse's before he realized what was happening. Then, in the next instant, they were moving toward the bed. His heart thrummed and he found it almost difficult to breathe. Being in Jesse's presence made him feel like an awkward teenager again. And with it came all those old, familiar feelings. Cam knew he would be lying to himself if he denied the fact something was brewing between them.

"Off with it," Jesse demanded after he'd stripped his own shirt off only to see Cameron still lingering next to the bed as if he didn't know what to do. "We don't have to be naked, but I do think you'll sleep better if you're not still in your jeans." To illustrate the point, Jesse unzipped his own jeans and let them fall to the floor before kicking them aside. The move left him wearing nothing but boxer briefs, and he stood without any apparent shame before the other man. "Get comfortable."

Cameron gaped at the sight before him. His mouth watering despite himself, he realized it was the first time he'd been afforded a proper look at Jesse's body. Making love in the backseat of a car at night didn't exactly give one a chance to take in the view. To say that Jesse was beautiful would have been an understatement. He was perfection incarnate. And Cam felt himself weaken that much more. "Jesse St. James, you do not play fair," he murmured, taking off his bloodied shirt. Glancing at the stains, he shivered at the memory of the attack. Poor Cooper was lying in a hospital bed, and here he was with his half-naked ex-boyfriend. Sighing, Cam kicked off his shoes, took off his socks and peeled off his jeans. Clad only in a pair of boxers, he climbed onto the bed and let his head fall back on a pillow.

Glad to see Cameron at least attempting to relax, Jesse climbed into the bed and lay on his side, simply watching the other man. It really was a waste that things hadn't gone better between them before. Cameron was beautiful. Even nervous and uncertain, he looked absolutely stunning - maybe even more stunning. Jesse found himself reaching out to brush back an errant strand of hair. "You can get closer, you know. I don't bite. Unless that's something you'd like to try, then I'm game."

One brief touch and Cameron felt himself melting faster than a cube of ice on a hot summer day. He honestly did not know if Jesse was being serious or just trying to break the tension. "You'd better be careful," Cam replied, trying his best not to falter. "I might just take you up on that." Utterly failing to sound coy, he cheeks burned while his gaze flickered up to meet Jesse's. It hit home just how long he'd gone without male companionship in his quest for Broadway greatness. Would it really be that terrible to give in and indulge? His fingers stretched out, roaming over Jesse's cheek. "Maybe what I need is for you to help me forget about tonight?"

"As long as you promise me you'll remember everything from this point forward, I think I'd be game to try." Jesse couldn't help smiling as he shifted in closer. Cameron obviously wasn't bold enough to make that move, but he seemed to want it. That was enough. "If you're sure. Tonight we go on stage, and for two hours, we're in love no matter what happens now." They'd already been together once only to have Cameron regret it in the end. He wanted to do things the right way if they were going to try again. While a relationship with a fiery ending could certainly get them attention too, no one cared about the end of things if they didn't care about the fairytale start first.

Cameron swallowed hard, nodding even as the roaring of his pulse threatened to drown out the sound of his own breathing. Falling into Jesse again meant there would be no going back. "I'm sure," he answered, his fingers trailing close to Jesse's mouth. Cam felt as if he was drowning. He struggled for a lifeline, and the only one holding it out for him was Jesse. In the past few hours he'd felt as if the world had crashed down around him. Now Jesse was offering to pull him out of the rubble. And Cam didn't have the strength to refuse. He drew Jesse down into a kiss, giving himself over to desire.

It was, of course, the exact answer Jesse had wanted. He didn't realize until Cameron's lips touched his own that he hadn't been sure of a positive reception. Any doubt was a rare thing for Jesse, but he'd doubted, just for a moment, that Cameron could stop hating him long enough to want him. Instead of sleeping alone, Jesse found himself pulling the gorgeous man in close to him and kissing those soft lips hungrily. He tried to remember that sweetness counted. They had rushed before, and he'd only managed to hurt Cam. This time he needed to prove himself. With that in mind, Jesse's fingers stroked over Cam's lightly stubbled cheek as the kiss slowed to a more languid pace.

If Cameron had been more lucid and less vulnerable, then he might have argued he was making the worst mistake of his life. But something had been brewing between him and Jesse ever since they'd encountered each other again. And, although he had growing feelings for Cooper, shouldn't he at least try and explore where things might lead with Jesse? When Jesse's kisses segued from ravenous to tender, any lingering doubts melted away and Cam whimpered helplessly. Jesse's gentle touch set him on fire. And his breathing hitched as the aching need he felt intensified.

Jesse felt his heart lift when Cameron abandoned himself to the moment instead of lashing out or drawing away. Maybe they could rebuild burned bridges after all. He drew back and cupped the other man's face tenderly in his hands before pressing a softer kiss to those swollen lips. "Tell me what you want right now. Anything I can give, I'll give it." Unconsciously he shifted to feel more of Cameron's sweet body against his own.

Cameron trembled all over, unwilling to resist the pleasure of Jesse's warm frame pressing in. There was no longer any question in his mind of what he wanted. It was right here in front of him. One more sweet kiss, and he breathlessly answered, "I want you... to make love to me." Cam gazed searchingly into Jesse's eyes, knowing that the desire he felt was more than mutual. This time it wouldn't be a quick fumbled between two teenagers in the backseat of a car. This time it would be something right between two men. At least Cam hoped so. If Jesse discarded him again... he knew it would kill him.

"Whatever you want," Jesse agreed, though he was obviously pleased with the request. The past faded into the hazy fog of memory for Jesse as he focused himself entirely in the moment. Gently he kissed his way down Cameron's neck. He'd always been particularly fond of that neck. Before they ever hooked up, he'd found himself staring as Cameron sang or rolled his eyes at Mr. Schu. "So sexy. Do you know you're so fucking sexy?"

Cameron inhaled sharply, and then he visibly trembled beneath the potent assault of Jesse's soft, warm mouth. It had been a long time since he'd last been intimate with someone. And, the excitement of being with Jesse already had him close to the edge like a first-time teenager. He moaned and bit his quivering lip, willing himself to calm down before he lost all control. "Mmm, you make me feel like the fucking sexiest man in the world," Cam managed a breathless reply. "What about you? You were always hot, but you've gone and gotten even hotter."

"Well, I can't argue with that." Jesse smiled, taking some of the bravado out of the words with a soft kiss to follow them. He drew back and looked intently at his partner. "We don't have to hurry. I don't want to hurry." Jesse let his hands wander instead of allowing himself to indulge in too much too quickly. This time he intended to remember every last inch of Cameron's body. The other man was all pale planes of glowing skin and impossibly bright eyes. Soon Jesse let his lips follow his hands with soft kisses to Cameron's neck and shoulders and chest. "You taste as good as you look."

Any second now Cameron was certain he would wake up and find that this had all been a dream. Willingly giving himself over to Jesse again was so something Cam never thought would happen again in a million years. And yet, here he was melting in the other man's arms. It was impossible and improbable, and... //Oh god...// ...very, very real. "Jesse," he murmured, shivering and arching beneath his kisses. "I've missed this... missed you... so much." The confession came easy, especially with desire playing games with his thoughts. "Take all the time in the world..." Another sharp gasp as Jesse's soft lips played close to a sensitive nipple. "Please?"

"Your wish is my command," Jesse answered, his tongue swirling around the hardening nub with obvious pleasure. While he appreciated a lover who wanted nothing more than to worship him, he liked doing the worshipping to. It was an ego trip in its own right to know that he could make someone melt, and given how focused he'd been on his career, Jesse had surprisingly little time left for romance. It was a void he felt rarely save when he was lying alone in bed at night. Now maybe he'd have at least some nights to look forward to with Cameron curled up at his side. The thought made him hum with pleasure, and the sound vibrated through the tongue traveling down past Cameron's navel.

Cameron gasped and arched beneath Jesse's sinfully talented tongue. He reached out with a trembled hand, clutching at the other man's back in a vain attempt not to lose control altogether. Biting his lip, he barely managed to stifle a deep groan of ecstasy. Cam's blood rushed and pooled between his legs, making him harder than he could ever remember feeling. His cock fairly pulsed and drooled, twitching in a desperate bid for attention. However, as badly as Cam wanted Jesse to touch him, he feared he might go off like a rocket from one brush of his hand... or those lips. "Jesse," he breathed shakily. "You're going to... make me... cum... and we haven't even started..."

"Do you really doubt I can get you hard again?" Jesse challenged, though he relented and drew himself up Cameron's body again. "Then again, why not make the most of what we have now?" Smiling, he pressed a heated kiss to his lover's lips. Jesse drank in the taste of him and the sound of his gasping breath as their lips parted. He ached to simply drive himself home but knew that more thoughtful preparation was needed. He groped blindly for the lube and breathed a sigh of relief as he found the tube and squeezed a liberal amount onto his fingers. Without ever letting his eyes leave Cameron's, Jesse began carefully stretching his lover with a single finger.

Cameron inhaled sharply and trembled mindlessly. It had been a long time since he had last been touched in such an intimate way that it almost came as a shock. One hand grasped the sheets, while the other scrambled for purchase on Jesse's back. He flushed an even warmer shade of red as he breathlessly admitted, "I'd almost forgotten... what it feels like." His hips wriggled in silent invitation, his neglected body already aching for more. Jesse's eyes burned into him in a way that was both frightening and exciting. It was a look Cam never thought he'd see again. "Kiss me, please?" he fairly begged.

"Your wish..." Jesse smiled and gave in to the request. Cameron tasted as wonderful as he looked, and Jesse could feel the tension coursing through him. It had been awhile, apparently far too long. They'd only just started, and already he could feel the desperation building inside his lover. He took things slowly, finger sliding in and then retreating, carefully and deliberately easing muscles that were unused to such intimacy. No one as lovely as Cam should ever have the opportunity to forget how good sex could be. "I won't ever let you forget again," he promised almost breathlessly between kisses.

Cameron couldn't quite believe this was really happening. Any moment now he would wake up and discover this was really the most vivid dream he'd ever experienced. Reality shocked him as he gasped and arched from the bed. Jesse's wicked finger curled over that special place deep inside of him, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his entire body. The intense feeling of ecstasy seemed to last a lifetime. And when Cam finally regained his senses, he simultaneously trembled and panted violently. "I... I'm gonna hold you to that," he rasped, gazing heavy-lidded up into Jesse's eyes.

"Feel free,” Jesse murmured, chuckling before licking a long stripe up the underside of Cameron's cock. The tip was coated with the sweet evidence of his desire. "I don't want to rush, but am I right in thinking you're somewhat eager?" He grinned wickedly and slid a second finger inside, repeating the stroke against his lover's prostate. "Because the way you're shaking makes me think so." Jesse crawled back up his lover's body to nip at Cameron's neck and kiss his lips. "Do you want me inside you right now?"

"I do," Cam gasped, feeling as if he might lose his mind at any moment. His eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, gazed up into Jesse's. He didn't want the moment to end. It was too perfect to give up this soon. "But, I also want to make you feel good." Reaching down between Jesse's legs with a trembling hand, Cam's fingers closed around the other man's long, feverish shaft. He barely managed to bite back a deep groan of hunger as Jesse's cock twitched in his grasp. "Can I suck your cock, Jesse? Can I please?"

"That is a question you never, ever have to ask," Jesse responded as he shifted to lie back on the bed. He'd never really gotten to make proper use of that gorgeous mouth before. It was high time to change that. He watched Cameron intently and couldn't help but smile. "I'm all yours, beautiful. Yours to do with as you will."

Cameron's mouth watered at the sight of Jesse's long, hard cock pulsing between his outstretched legs. His licked his lips, staring in open lust at Jesse as he gave the other man's feverish length an experimental stroke. Then, gazing up at his lover, Cam flicked out his tongue and circled the swollen tip. "God, Jesse," he groaned, "you taste so good."

"Not as good as you feel," Jesse answered smoothly. His gaze was half-lidded, and he watched Cam from beneath his fluttering eyelashes. He wanted to soak in every second of the scene. Not only was it intensely hot, he expected it would make wonderful fuel for the tension between them onstage the next day. Just thinking about this... well, how could sparks not fly? "Don't be shy. You look way too good doing this."

Cameron warmed, his pale skin fairly radiating heat. He grasped the base of Jesse's swollen shaft, flicking his tongue out and licking up and down the other man's length. It amazed him to see the reaction his humble efforts had on Jesse. Jesse's limbs twitched and his toes curled, while his dripping cock fairly leapt in an effort to breach Cam's lips. Opening his mouth wide, Cam took his lover deep inside. Trying to take too much a once left him gagging around Jesse's girth. After a moment, he soon found a natural rhythm and was deep-throating Jesse like a pro.

It shouldn't have been so hot to watch someone gagging around his cock, but it was. Cameron looked like a porn star sucking him down, all spit and swollen lips and darkened eyes. Jesse filed the image away into his personal spank bank and tried not the thrust. Cam had found the perfect rhythm, and the last thing he wanted was to ruin the moment by choking him. "Do you have any idea how good your mouth feels? Amazing, actually. Not as good as that tight, hot ass of yours... but amazing."

Cameron groaned at Jesse's praise. It filled him desire and confidence, and soon he was managing to swallow the whole of Jesse's pulsing length down his throat. He relished the taste and feel of him, and he vaguely wondered why he'd denied being with someone for so long. His tongue lashing at the underside of Jesse's cock, Cam gazed up at him with wanton hunger. He ached all over, wanting to be taken in every way possible. Gasping around Jesse's delicious length, he panted wetly, "Fuck me, Jesse... please? Let me ride your cock..."

"Oh, fuck." The words themselves almost undid Jesse. He gasped and nodded, dragging Cameron back up his body. It took only a little shifting before Cam was positioned over his cock. He used his fingers to spread his lover open and pushed up. "Slide down and meet me, beautiful. Nice and slow... or hard and fast. All up to you." He wondered if his usual stamina could hold out through a hard, fast ride with Cameron. Not for long, he suspected. "Slide on down and let me watch you fuck yourself on my cock."

Cameron's eyes glazed over, and he couldn't stop himself from trembling with desire and anticipation. He didn't care that he'd enjoyed no preparation; he wanted Jesse to fuck him, that's all that mattered. Squatting over Jesse's straining length, Cam's own pulsed and bobbed between his thighs, drooling nectar all over the other man's heaving chest. "Oh, god..." he moaned as he began to lower himself down. The tip of Jesse's cock breached Cam's tight little opening, stretching him open with a slow burn.

He was as tight as he'd been the first time, and Jesse's mouth went slack as he stared up at Cameron. He put any of the twinks Jesse had wanked off to in his lonelier hours to shame, lithe and pale and hard as a rock as he moved. Jesse wanted to shove up and make Cameron take every last inch, but he held himself back. Instead he gripped the other man's hips and tried to breathe. "You're in control."

Cameron shuddered violently as he continued to sink down on Jesse's swollen length. The slow, sweet torture of being stretched open left him simultaneously biting his lip and panting for breath. Down, down he went until Cam could feel Jesse's pubes brushing his ass, and with a ragged groan, he impaled himself completely. "Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed, gasping as he leaned forward and buried his hands on either side of Jesse's head. Cam closed his eyes, willing his body to relax and accept the intrusion. "I've got... all of you," he breathed out, flushed and sweating. "Can you... feel it? Can you... feel it, Jesse?"

"Yes," Jesse grated out, his fingers gripping the younger man's hips hard. He wanted to drive himself upward, to flip Cameron over and fuck him senseless. It was strange to realize how after so many years, he could still hear the breathless gasps of Cameron's first climax ringing in his ears. The setting might not have been romantic, but the finale had definitely been worth his persistent pursuit. With more years of experience and a wealth of unspent sexual tension between them, Jesse could hardly wait to see what Cameron's climax would be like this time. "I can feel every burning inch of you too. Move a little for me, baby... remind me why I've been missing this."

Cameron drew in a shaky breath as he nodded down at Jesse. The tension in his body began to melt as his muscles relaxed. And the initial discomfort segued into blinding pleasure. Groaning raggedly, Cam wriggled his hips and slowly raised himself. Jesse's cock pulsed, stretching him wide and sending visible shivers coursing over his skin. "Oh, fuck!" Cam gasped, biting his lips as he impaled himself all over again. "Jesse, you... you feel amazing..." He dipped his head low, seeking out the other man's mouth with his own. Cam kissed him hungrily, whimpering as he started to ride Jesse with abandon.

The feeling was definitely mutual, but Jesse preferred to continue tasting Cameron's mouth. He could feel every desperate moan vibrating through him and was sure he could actually taste how much Cameron needed him. Finally the younger man slammed down hard on his cock, pace going out of control, and Jesse took it as an invitation. He gripped those slim hips and dragged them down against his own, pushing up hard. "I want to feel you cum for me, Cameron... so beautiful... going to taste you when you cum..."

They were both worked up and overheated to the point of no return. There would be no slow and tender lovemaking tonight, but that did not bring Cameron's mood down. This time he was sure Jesse wouldn't turn him away. This time would be different. His squeals of delight segued into lusty groans of ecstasy as Jesse pistoned upward into his clenching ass. "Oh... oh, god! Jesse..." Tendrils of pleasure stretched out, enfolding Cam in a warmth that fairly scorched his senses. His rigid length jutted out between quivering thighs, fiery-hot and dripping. Even without touching himself, Cam had gone too far. He shuddered and tensed, and a ragged cry burst from his throat as his swollen cock burst and ribbons of hot cum spewed out all over Jesse's chest.

Watching Cam's cock start spurting absolutely untouched was the hottest thing Jesse had seen in his life. He slammed himself upward and muttered Cam's name as he came hard inside the man's grasping channel. He filled the other man to bursting. Cum dripped down over his cock, Cameron's ass leaking down over his own as it slowly softened. "I always remembered you being good... I forgot that you're actually amazing." Jesse drew the other man down into a lingering kiss. "Thank you. I didn't deserve a second chance, but I'm thankful that I got one."

Wearing an expression of ecstatic joy, Cameron panted between kisses, "I'm glad... I gave you one." He nipped at Jesse's bottom lip, and then swiped his tongue over the beautifully swollen flesh. Relishing the sensation of Jesse still pulsing away inside of him, Cam squeezed himself around his lover as if unwilling to let him go. He could literally feel Jesse's boiling cum oozing from him, and Cam regretted having to waste a single precious drop. "Now, my question is... How am I ever going to be able to control myself around you on stage?"

"You aren't. Thankfully we're supposed to be madly in love on stage, so we don't have to." Jesse drew the younger man in and kissed him hungrily. "I want the world to know that we're together. Don't control a thing."