JP and Alex (it works because Kari said so)

[thenorthstar]

Jean-Paul is having the worst year of his entire life. And he has had some terrible years. He thought there would never be anything worse than the year his sister was tortured, saved, and then begged to come home to hide where she felt she belonged - just when Jean-Paul was trying to make a life in New York.

But things had gotten better. Jeanne-Marie was stronger, sometimes. And Jean-Paul had found the purpose he'd always longed for in sports. Skiing suited his mutation but didn't totally draw from it; it was like he finally had a way to channel this thing he couldn't bear to live with.

And he did it. He won gold.

And he was outed as a mutant, stripped of his medal, and all but exiled.

Jean-Paul didn't know how to come back from it; his pride was too great for this blow.

So, New York. Again. So, museums, and coffee alone, his sister too afraid to venture out unless she was too comfortable to venture out.

Usually the park wasn't his thing, but there he was at Madison Square Park, relishing the brisk chill of oncoming fall, idly watching squirrels, clutching a cup of (bad) coffee. Trying to learn to be still.

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[secondsummers]

It was like Montreal all over again, except they were going back to Alex's place instead of Jean-Paul's. "I changed my mind, you can't stay in New York. You have to move to the moon because you are too hot for any Earth city."

[thenorthstar]

"I could actually live on the moon," he said casually, "I'm fairly certain I can breathe in space." Since he could fly through the sky at ridiculous altitudes."But that wouldn't work for you, sunshine man."

[secondsummers]

"Are you sure you're not an alien? You are too pretty to be from Earth and you can breathe in space and fly and your ears are pointed and you could live on the moon." It was entirely possible Alex was nerding out and lusting at the same time. It was kind of great.

[thenorthstar]

"Alex," he said, trying very hard not to laugh, "You are not at all cool."

[secondsummers]

Alex gave him a ridiculous grin. "No, I am not. Are you just figuring this out? You are normally much quicker than that."

[thenorthstar]

"Oh no," Jean-Paul assured him. "I've known for a long time. But today you have no composure." And then he grabbed Alex's collar with both hands, pulled him towards Jean-Paul, and kissed him deeply, there, on the street, because he wanted to.

[secondsummers]

Jean-Paul was right; he had no composure. It was easy to see why, though. Alex made a small sound and kissed back, his hands going to Jean-Paul's hips.

[thenorthstar]

Laughing, now, properly shaking off his melancholy, Jean-Paul pulled away with a tsking sound. "Don't get carried away. We still have to make it to your home."

[secondsummers]

"Sir, yes, sir," he replied, taking a step back and giving a jaunty salute, all echoing back to the first time they'd met. Jean-Paul had always been surprisingly easy to be around.

[thenorthstar]

"You have always known how to brighten my day." That ease went both ways, and it wasn't something Jean-Paul ever really felt with anyone who wasn't his sister.

[secondsummers]

"It's not far now," Alex said, turning a corner. "And we can always call out for delivery." As a grad student, Alex had the obligatory enormous collection of takeout menus taking up an entire drawer in his kitchen.

[thenorthstar]

"And I thought you were going to cook for me," he protested, not meaning a word of it.

[secondsummers]

"There can be kissing or there can be grocery shopping," Alex retorted.

[thenorthstar]

"Grocery shopping," he replied, deadpan.

[secondsummers]

"Ass." Alex jogged up the short flight of steps in front of his building and held the door open for Jean-Paul.

[thenorthstar]

"Yes, I can see your ass, it's very nice." He smiled, passing Alex through the door.

[secondsummers]

He rolled his eyes playfully and made his way to the elevator, pressing the button for his floor. "Did I mention I minored in French?"

[thenorthstar]

That was a genuine surprise; Jean-Paul, completely without irony, rested a hand on his heart. "Did you?"

[secondsummers]

"Well I used to have this really good tutor." And French was spoken a lot of places, and Alex traveled. He never wanted to be the inconsiderate American forcing everyone to speak English.

[thenorthstar]

"It's a beautiful language." Jean-Paul missed it, sometimes.

[secondsummers]

"We can use it whenever you want," Alex offered, switching effortlessly. "As long as you don't make fun of me too much for any mistakes." He wasn't quite fluent, but he could keep up with most conversations.

[thenorthstar]

Goodness. Alex was sweet. "Your accent is good," he observed, and kissed his cheek purely in gratitude.

[secondsummers]

"Thanks." They got off on his floor and Alex let them into the apartment. As forewarned, there were still unpacked boxes here and there, but they were mostly out of the way. It was a nice enough place, more natural light than most city apartments had, but it was still missing some furniture and things that Alex hadn't gotten around to buying yet.

[thenorthstar]

"So," he said, taking it all in, "This is where you live." It was nice. It seemed right, for Alex.

[secondsummers]

"This is where I live," Alex echoed. He slung his bag over the back of his desk chair and ran a hand through his hair.