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It was late. Too late. Ned and Conor were together in the records room past curfew, because as Ned had said, it was more punk rock that way, as they were breaking more rules. When they had gotten there a few hours ago, well before the curfew, they had been practicing on their guitars. Or at least, that's what they would have said if you had asked them. What they were really doing was chatting with their guitars in their laps. Then, later on, they had forgone all conversation and were just kissing one another.
Now, things had moved from sweet kisses to more heated ones, and Ned pushed Conor's blazer off of his broad shoulders and ran his hands up his arms. "God, your arms," He muttered happily into their kiss. Conor moved to do the same, but apparently he did it a bit too roughly, because when the denim was pushed down, the sound of a rip echoed in the boys' ears. They both froze where they were and stopped kissing, making slightly panicked eye contact.
They wordlessly separated and Ned slipped his jacket off slowly to look at it. Surely enough, the seam where the sleeve met the main part of the jacket had a large tear in it. Conor immediately jumped back and started apologizing. "Fuck, I'm so sorry Ned, I-i didn't realise that would happen-" Ned interrupted him with a chuckle. "No, Conor, Babe, its-its okay! You're fine. This jacket is so old, it was my dads when he was our age, I've already fixed this shit a million times. Any sacrifices to make out with you are fine with me. I'll stitch it up tomorrow, trust me. I should get a new one anyway. Don't worry about it."
Conor fussed over it for a bit until Ned kissed him and they both promptly shut up until Conor saw the time on the clock and pulled away. "Lets get back to the room, Ned. It's late, you're not gonna wanna wake up tomorrow, and when you don't wanna wake up, you hold on to me extra hard when I try to go out for my run." "But I'm not tired-" Ned tried to say, but he was interrupted by his own yawn. "Nevermind, let's go to bed."
The next day, Saturday morning, Ned woke up alone in bed like he usually did, but the space next to him was warm, which meant that his boyfriend/roommate had only just left for practice. He sighed and got up because he wanted to get his homework finished.
After got dressed in a band t-shirt,black skinny jeans, and combat boots, he reached for his denim jacket, but remembered the tear in it and winced. Thinking about the work it would take to fix it, he decided not to until later that night when he got back from Victor's room. Just as this thought crossed his mind, a chill ran up his spine. It was only the beginning of spring, so it was still cold. He looked around for a replacement, and what he found was Conor's letterman jacket draped over a chair. Ned grabbed the jacket and slipped it over his arms. It was almost laughably too big for him, and had MASTERS plastered on the back, so it was clearly not his, but it was comfortable, so he kept it on while he got his bag ready with his phone, chapstick, and the like.
After he knew rugby practice was over, he walked down the hall to Victor and Wally's room, he got some weird looks, but he ignored them, as per usual. When he got there, most of the people who were coming were already there, save Conor who was probably finishing off practice with an extra run like he usually did. Tom and Keith were sat together on Wally's bed, Wally sat in the chair to one of the desks, and Victor sat on the desk the chair was for.
Ned walked in and sat down on Victor's bed, one of the only open places for him to sit.
"Hey, Ned! How's it going?" Victor asked with a grin, breaking the conversation he seemed to be having with Wally. Before he could answer, Wally spoke up. "Is that Conor's letterman jacket? Where's your denim one?" The boy asked with a chuckle.
Ned looked down to the jacket he was wearing and shrugged. "My jacket is out of commission and Conor is always too warm to wear this one anyway, so I stole it. The sleeve on mine ripped yesterday, I'm gonna sew it, I just didn't feel like doing it this morning."
The subject was dropped after that until Conor got back. He stopped short in the doorway, and stood, unnoticed until Victor looked up. "Hey! Conor! You're back, good run?"
"Uh- yeah, it was alright," He muttered while he finally sat down, never taking his eyes off of Ned.
Ned leaned into him when he sat down and stopped talking to Keith about some movie or band or something Conor didn't pick up on. "Hey Con, what's up?" He asked with a small, private smile.
"Uh, that's my jacket. You're wearing my jacket." Conor said suddenly.
Ned looked at himself and then back at his boyfriend. He moved to take the jacket off. "Sorry, I just didn't have my jacket and was cold, you can have it back if you wan-"
Conor interrupted him and stopped him from taking the jacket off. "N-no, you're good, I like it, it looks better on you anyway! Keep- keep wearing it. Please."
This caught Wally's attention. "Oh? What's happening over here? What do you like Conor?" He asked, a teasing grin crossing his face.
Ned looked at Conor, who shook his head. The redhead slowly nodded and smirked. "Oh, my darling boyfriend here was just telling me how much he liked me in his letterman jacket." He jokingly draped himself onto Conor's lap with a cat-like grace.
The boys, save Conor, all exploded into laughter at the act and the blonde rugby player flushed. Ned, still laying on his boyfriend's lap, wrapped himself tighter into the jacket and looked up at Conor, who's face was still red.
Then, Conor got an idea. He hooked his arms under Ned's, and pulled upwards, effectively situating the two of them chest to back, with Ned sitting solidly in Conor's lap with the rugby player's arms around his waist. This time it was Ned who flushed during the peals of laughter from the boys around them.
Conor leaned next to Ned's ear and whispered in a voice only they could hear. "You know why I like you in it? Cause it shows you're mine, Ned."
Ned's splotchy brush darkened as he stood up and grabbed Conor's hand, pulling him off of the bed. "Good day lads. We' ll be in out dorm. If you need us, knock. Don't expect us back anytime soon." He said, a slightly terrifying grin spreading across his face. Then, he pulled Conor along by their joint hands, soundtracked by shouts and teasing from their friends.
Conor was pushed into their shared room and soon after Ned closes the door behind them, he was crowded against it and being soundly kissed. As Conor's hands gripped his hips he distantly realised that by the time they were finished, there would be hickeys on his neck that he'd need to explain away. As he was pushed onto Conor's bed, he realized that he didn't care.