Identification
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i_am_tl_drTitle: Identification
Characters: Quentin Kinley, Tyler Jordan Graham
Rating: PG
Word count: 1555
Notes: Writing November ALL out of order. What's new. Anyways, this happens after Thanksgiving.
Timeline: late November 2015
"Look," Quentin said, holding a card out to Tyler Jordan and grinning. "Look what I got today." Tyler Jordan took it with a curious sound. It was a student ID for the 2016 school year. "Look closer." Printed underneath the photo was the name: Graham, Quentin.
"Oh wow. That's... wow."
"I wouldn't even have it if it wasn't for you. So it's twice as appropriate." It was the first piece of identification Quentin had with his new name on it; he hadn't received his new driver's license in the mail yet. He couldn't stop smiling when he took it back. "I'm so fucking excited. I've been looking through the course catalog and I walked all around the campus today and... I'm a college student. This is a thing I am actually doing after almost a decade of not thinking it was a thing I could do."
"You can do anything you wanna do," Tyler Jordan told him. "Pretty much anything. And if I can help you do the things you wanna do, of course I will."
"You do," Quentin said. "You do so much." He took the ID back, still clearly delighted by it. "I need to thank Wendy again too. She found a ton of financial aid things for me."
"Just get her something really good for Christmas."
"Well, what are you getting her?"
"A down payment on her first ink."
"Really? Do you know what she's getting? I bet between the two of us we could pay for the whole thing."
"She hasn't decided yet. She's working with the same artist who did mine, the one Paul brought me to."
"We should do that. I need to do something to establish my place as the cooler in-law from my family before Orly has a chance to do it."
"Such noble motives," Tyler Jordan teased. "Sibling rivalry as a force for some kind of altruism. You're so weird."
"Hey, I have to have some sort of motive to do good. I'm not a natural altruist like you are. That's not how I was raised." Quentin caught a finger in Tyler Jordan's beltloop and pulled him closer, smirking. "I'm selfish and possessive and generally not nice."
"You are those things," Tyler Jordan agreed, "but you're a lot less those things than you used to be. I might make an altruist out of you yet."
"Don't hold your breath." Quentin leaned up to steal a kiss. "I think the best you're gonna get out of me is occasional benevolence with ulterior motives."
"I like your ulterior motives."
"You're included in my selfishness now. You're the only one I care about making happier than I am."
"You do make me happy. And I'm happier when you're happier. So really, making you happy is also an act of selfishness on my part, if you want to look at it that way."
"I don't need to drag you down with me," Quentin laughed. "You're a good person. I'm trying to let you pull me up with you instead of dragging you down with me."
"I wouldn't have married you if I thought you were really a bad person."
"People have done dumber things in the name of love."
"I've done some pretty stupid things in the name of love, but this was not a stupid thing to do," Tyler Jordan said, toying with the rings on Quentin's finger. "Maybe falling in love with you in the first place didn't qualify as a smart move at the time, but I think it's turned out pretty well, don't you?"
"Oh, ouch. Falling in love with you was probably the smartest thing I ever did."
"I know it was," Tyler Jordan teased, "you'd be absolutely lost without me, can you even imagine?"
"No, I can't. I don't wanna try, either. Don't even make me think about it."
"I won't. You don't have to imagine it, it's not gonna happen. You're stuck with me forever now."
"Good."
"You made it pretty hard for yourself to get rid of me, anyways. Now that you're being absorbed into my family and all."
"Yeah, it's gonna take me a while to get used to the way you guys are together."
"You survived Thanksgiving all right. Christmas is even better, Christmas is our best holiday. And I was thinking maybe instead of going out for New Year's we could do my family thing instead?"
"You're passing up a chance to go out and party?" Quentin caught Tyler Jordan's face between both hands, looking into his eyes like he was checking for injury. "Getting married settled you right down, huh?" Tyler Jordan stuck out his tongue, laughing.
"I'm not passing up a chance to party. We're just not going to a rager, that's all. My dad throws great low-key parties. Maybe I'll actually spend a New Year's Day without a hangover for a change."
"I apparently domesticated you and I didn't even do it intentionally," Quentin said, pulling him down to kiss him. "Yeah, if you want to go to your dad's, that's fine by me. Cause otherwise we'd probably just end up at Preston's again."
"You sure you don't want to ring in the New Year with your friends?"
"Have you seen Dave and Preston together lately? Something's up there. I'm calling it now."
"Straight guys getting weird and codependent when they move in together... I've never heard that one before," Tyler Jordan said, but he couldn't keep a straight face. "You think? Really?"
"I'm not saying I know what's going on. Just something is going on." Quentin shrugged. "None of my business any way you slice it."
"Now try saying it like you aren't desperately curious," Tyler Jordan teased. "I don't think Preston's gonna give up his position as the only straight guy in the band, though."
"Love makes people do crazy things," Quentin said. "Weren't you the one who told me that?"
"Probably. Hell, we're living proof of it. God, how funny would that be though? We're the actual queerest pop punk band. We're so queer we even turned our straight member curious."
"He would probably try to murder us if he overheard this conversation," Quentin laughed. "And I already told Dave I didn't want to be involved with any sexuality crisis he might have."
"Good call." Tyler Jordan pulled Quentin closer. "So, spending all the holidays with my family. Cool. I realize that sounds super domestic of me, but you know the way I am about family."
"I know. I'm trying to figure it out. I mean, I really do like them a lot. Your dad is so nice, and your sisters are pretty cool. And I think Orly lucked out with Paul the same way I lucked out when I met you."
"Grahams and Kinleys go together like chocolate and peanut butter," Tyler Jordan said. "Cause we're sweet and you're nuts."
"Accurate," Quentin said. "But I'm a Graham now. Does that make me sweet?"
"Sweeter, for sure," Tyler Jordan said, "but still nuts. You're a peanut butter cup now."
"Well, you're nuts too. Not as crazy as me, but still crazy. So I guess we're a two-pack of peanut butter cups."
"I can't call you peanut butter cup, I already call you lemon drop. You only really need one candy related pet name," Tyler Jordan laughed, and Quentin smirked at him.
"Well, I'll have to use it if you ever demand another pet name from me."
"I know you don't like using them."
"I think it's more socially acceptable now that we're married," Quentin said thoughtfully. "Cause when we were dating it was just saccharine."
"Hey."
"It took me a little while to like the pet names you came up with for me," Quentin reminded him. "But they're so personal, and now I don't mind them. It still feels weird for me to call you anything but your name when I'm sober though."
"Oh," Tyler Jordan said, perking up. "Nicknames. I know I told you not to call me TJ when we were just becoming friends. But that's because I only let family call me that. And you are my family now. So... if you want to, you can."
"Yeah? Okay," Quentin said. "That'll take some getting used to too."
"You don't have to, but you can. Save some syllables, or whatever. Easier to get out when I'm making you all breathless and distracted," Tyler Jordan said with a smirk, and Quentin snorted.
"That's exactly what I need. A bedroom nickname for you. Because I need to develop a Pavlovian reaction to hearing your family talking to you."
“I like programming Pavlovian reactions into you,” Tyler Jordan said, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Quentin’s hair and tug gently. Quentin hummed quietly and tipped his head into the touch, smiling when Tyler Jordan pulled a little tighter.
“Don’t ring the bell if you’re not gonna reward me,” Quentin murmured, and Tyler Jordan grinned.
“Who said I’m not gonna?” He kissed Quentin softly and gave him a nudge in the direction of the bedroom. “You’ve certainly earned a reward. What would you like it to be?”
“Oh, I’m sure I can think of something I deserve…” Quentin hooked a finger through one of Tyler Jordan’s belt loops and pulled him along into the bedroom, laughing.
Characters: Quentin Kinley, Tyler Jordan Graham
Rating: PG
Word count: 1555
Notes: Writing November ALL out of order. What's new. Anyways, this happens after Thanksgiving.
Timeline: late November 2015
"Look," Quentin said, holding a card out to Tyler Jordan and grinning. "Look what I got today." Tyler Jordan took it with a curious sound. It was a student ID for the 2016 school year. "Look closer." Printed underneath the photo was the name: Graham, Quentin.
"Oh wow. That's... wow."
"I wouldn't even have it if it wasn't for you. So it's twice as appropriate." It was the first piece of identification Quentin had with his new name on it; he hadn't received his new driver's license in the mail yet. He couldn't stop smiling when he took it back. "I'm so fucking excited. I've been looking through the course catalog and I walked all around the campus today and... I'm a college student. This is a thing I am actually doing after almost a decade of not thinking it was a thing I could do."
"You can do anything you wanna do," Tyler Jordan told him. "Pretty much anything. And if I can help you do the things you wanna do, of course I will."
"You do," Quentin said. "You do so much." He took the ID back, still clearly delighted by it. "I need to thank Wendy again too. She found a ton of financial aid things for me."
"Just get her something really good for Christmas."
"Well, what are you getting her?"
"A down payment on her first ink."
"Really? Do you know what she's getting? I bet between the two of us we could pay for the whole thing."
"She hasn't decided yet. She's working with the same artist who did mine, the one Paul brought me to."
"We should do that. I need to do something to establish my place as the cooler in-law from my family before Orly has a chance to do it."
"Such noble motives," Tyler Jordan teased. "Sibling rivalry as a force for some kind of altruism. You're so weird."
"Hey, I have to have some sort of motive to do good. I'm not a natural altruist like you are. That's not how I was raised." Quentin caught a finger in Tyler Jordan's beltloop and pulled him closer, smirking. "I'm selfish and possessive and generally not nice."
"You are those things," Tyler Jordan agreed, "but you're a lot less those things than you used to be. I might make an altruist out of you yet."
"Don't hold your breath." Quentin leaned up to steal a kiss. "I think the best you're gonna get out of me is occasional benevolence with ulterior motives."
"I like your ulterior motives."
"You're included in my selfishness now. You're the only one I care about making happier than I am."
"You do make me happy. And I'm happier when you're happier. So really, making you happy is also an act of selfishness on my part, if you want to look at it that way."
"I don't need to drag you down with me," Quentin laughed. "You're a good person. I'm trying to let you pull me up with you instead of dragging you down with me."
"I wouldn't have married you if I thought you were really a bad person."
"People have done dumber things in the name of love."
"I've done some pretty stupid things in the name of love, but this was not a stupid thing to do," Tyler Jordan said, toying with the rings on Quentin's finger. "Maybe falling in love with you in the first place didn't qualify as a smart move at the time, but I think it's turned out pretty well, don't you?"
"Oh, ouch. Falling in love with you was probably the smartest thing I ever did."
"I know it was," Tyler Jordan teased, "you'd be absolutely lost without me, can you even imagine?"
"No, I can't. I don't wanna try, either. Don't even make me think about it."
"I won't. You don't have to imagine it, it's not gonna happen. You're stuck with me forever now."
"Good."
"You made it pretty hard for yourself to get rid of me, anyways. Now that you're being absorbed into my family and all."
"Yeah, it's gonna take me a while to get used to the way you guys are together."
"You survived Thanksgiving all right. Christmas is even better, Christmas is our best holiday. And I was thinking maybe instead of going out for New Year's we could do my family thing instead?"
"You're passing up a chance to go out and party?" Quentin caught Tyler Jordan's face between both hands, looking into his eyes like he was checking for injury. "Getting married settled you right down, huh?" Tyler Jordan stuck out his tongue, laughing.
"I'm not passing up a chance to party. We're just not going to a rager, that's all. My dad throws great low-key parties. Maybe I'll actually spend a New Year's Day without a hangover for a change."
"I apparently domesticated you and I didn't even do it intentionally," Quentin said, pulling him down to kiss him. "Yeah, if you want to go to your dad's, that's fine by me. Cause otherwise we'd probably just end up at Preston's again."
"You sure you don't want to ring in the New Year with your friends?"
"Have you seen Dave and Preston together lately? Something's up there. I'm calling it now."
"Straight guys getting weird and codependent when they move in together... I've never heard that one before," Tyler Jordan said, but he couldn't keep a straight face. "You think? Really?"
"I'm not saying I know what's going on. Just something is going on." Quentin shrugged. "None of my business any way you slice it."
"Now try saying it like you aren't desperately curious," Tyler Jordan teased. "I don't think Preston's gonna give up his position as the only straight guy in the band, though."
"Love makes people do crazy things," Quentin said. "Weren't you the one who told me that?"
"Probably. Hell, we're living proof of it. God, how funny would that be though? We're the actual queerest pop punk band. We're so queer we even turned our straight member curious."
"He would probably try to murder us if he overheard this conversation," Quentin laughed. "And I already told Dave I didn't want to be involved with any sexuality crisis he might have."
"Good call." Tyler Jordan pulled Quentin closer. "So, spending all the holidays with my family. Cool. I realize that sounds super domestic of me, but you know the way I am about family."
"I know. I'm trying to figure it out. I mean, I really do like them a lot. Your dad is so nice, and your sisters are pretty cool. And I think Orly lucked out with Paul the same way I lucked out when I met you."
"Grahams and Kinleys go together like chocolate and peanut butter," Tyler Jordan said. "Cause we're sweet and you're nuts."
"Accurate," Quentin said. "But I'm a Graham now. Does that make me sweet?"
"Sweeter, for sure," Tyler Jordan said, "but still nuts. You're a peanut butter cup now."
"Well, you're nuts too. Not as crazy as me, but still crazy. So I guess we're a two-pack of peanut butter cups."
"I can't call you peanut butter cup, I already call you lemon drop. You only really need one candy related pet name," Tyler Jordan laughed, and Quentin smirked at him.
"Well, I'll have to use it if you ever demand another pet name from me."
"I know you don't like using them."
"I think it's more socially acceptable now that we're married," Quentin said thoughtfully. "Cause when we were dating it was just saccharine."
"Hey."
"It took me a little while to like the pet names you came up with for me," Quentin reminded him. "But they're so personal, and now I don't mind them. It still feels weird for me to call you anything but your name when I'm sober though."
"Oh," Tyler Jordan said, perking up. "Nicknames. I know I told you not to call me TJ when we were just becoming friends. But that's because I only let family call me that. And you are my family now. So... if you want to, you can."
"Yeah? Okay," Quentin said. "That'll take some getting used to too."
"You don't have to, but you can. Save some syllables, or whatever. Easier to get out when I'm making you all breathless and distracted," Tyler Jordan said with a smirk, and Quentin snorted.
"That's exactly what I need. A bedroom nickname for you. Because I need to develop a Pavlovian reaction to hearing your family talking to you."
“I like programming Pavlovian reactions into you,” Tyler Jordan said, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Quentin’s hair and tug gently. Quentin hummed quietly and tipped his head into the touch, smiling when Tyler Jordan pulled a little tighter.
“Don’t ring the bell if you’re not gonna reward me,” Quentin murmured, and Tyler Jordan grinned.
“Who said I’m not gonna?” He kissed Quentin softly and gave him a nudge in the direction of the bedroom. “You’ve certainly earned a reward. What would you like it to be?”
“Oh, I’m sure I can think of something I deserve…” Quentin hooked a finger through one of Tyler Jordan’s belt loops and pulled him along into the bedroom, laughing.
