[ Oddly now, in the light of day, he's a little self conscious about it. For as confident as Jeff is in some respects, there's something so painfully vulnerable in sharing any music he actually composed himself. These days, the rare times he does sing in front of others, it's always covers of other artists. There's safety in that.
He trusts Cam enough that he can be vulnerable with him. Still, there's some part of him that fears that now, in the light of day, Cam would remember his song as the garbage he's long convinced himself that it is.
Jeff's distracted from his little spike of self loathing, at least, when Cam pulls away with a nervous giggle that brings a smile to his face. Fuck, Cam's adorable. He's handsome, and sophisticated, and passionate, intense, occasionally intimidating... and he's so fucking cute and adorable on top of all of that. The fact that he's been single for so long because most men in his league would rather the fantasy of some 24/7 stone cold besuited badass is just... baffling.
It's not just baffling; it's like a goddamn tragedy, with how alienating it must be for Cam. How many men have set their sights on a fantasy of him, without a care for the real person?
He's watching Cam, smiling fondly, for maybe a beat too long, before he remembers breakfast and gets to popping some bread in the toaster. ]
I got a few hours. Uh... [ Spatula in hand, he rubs the back of his neck as he admits: ] Listening to your breathing made it easier to fall asleep. [ He looks over his shoulder, arching his brow. ] Don't even. You got out of bed and made me tea!
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[ Oddly now, in the light of day, he's a little self conscious about it. For as confident as Jeff is in some respects, there's something so painfully vulnerable in sharing any music he actually composed himself. These days, the rare times he does sing in front of others, it's always covers of other artists. There's safety in that.
He trusts Cam enough that he can be vulnerable with him. Still, there's some part of him that fears that now, in the light of day, Cam would remember his song as the garbage he's long convinced himself that it is.
Jeff's distracted from his little spike of self loathing, at least, when Cam pulls away with a nervous giggle that brings a smile to his face. Fuck, Cam's adorable. He's handsome, and sophisticated, and passionate, intense, occasionally intimidating... and he's so fucking cute and adorable on top of all of that. The fact that he's been single for so long because most men in his league would rather the fantasy of some 24/7 stone cold besuited badass is just... baffling.
It's not just baffling; it's like a goddamn tragedy, with how alienating it must be for Cam. How many men have set their sights on a fantasy of him, without a care for the real person?
He's watching Cam, smiling fondly, for maybe a beat too long, before he remembers breakfast and gets to popping some bread in the toaster. ]
I got a few hours. Uh... [ Spatula in hand, he rubs the back of his neck as he admits: ] Listening to your breathing made it easier to fall asleep. [ He looks over his shoulder, arching his brow. ] Don't even. You got out of bed and made me tea!