A/N: Okay, I know I haven't been active much, and I left you with quite a cliffhanger on Pistachio Ice Cream Night - but I will get back to it. I've got more time, and more inspiration to write, now, and either I'll keep putting out stories like this, or I'll add a few to Pistachio Ice Cream Night. Thank you all so much for your support, and for reading this! I came up with the idea after watching the second season of Brothers and Sisters, and seeing the sweet relationship Kevin and Jason McCallister had, and if there was no Scotty, Jason would've been my pick for Kevin. I assume this would be at the very beginning of their relationship. Enjoy!

Kevin loved that pair of jeans. Those low rise, faded jeans with the orange paint splotches that never came out. They hugged Jason's hips so tight, and cupped his youthful, round ass...they were enough to almost make him believe in a Higher Power. He watched Jason wander the length of the apartment, picking up stray clothing from under the rugs and behind the lamps, bending and stretching, making Kevin sigh with contentment.

"I absolutely love those jeans on you," he grinned from behind his Times crossword, setting his feet nonchalantly on the coffee table.

Jason smiled innocently. "Hmn," he tossed an ever-wandering towel over his arm, plucking more boxers from the lampshade. "Do you have to keep this place such a mess?"

"Do you have to be so sexy?" Throwing down the paper, he sauntered up behind his boyfriend, lying his hands on those slim hips. "It's very...tempting, y'know,"

The two mingled there for a moment, Kevin's lips lithely dancing across the back of Jason's neck, brushing the tips of that perfect dark chocolate hair with his nose. His fingers pushed up the hem of that infernal argyle sweater that hid his view of that adorably furry chest.

"Kevin..." Jason sighed, turning to face Kevin, running his hands down the clawing set of arms in front of him.

"I really don't think you know temptation like this..." Kevin gave a wicked grin, exposing the hair-dotted trail sprouting from lands covered by Kevin's object of fixation.

With a snort, Jason set his hands on Kevin's. "I'm a pastor, Kevin - I know temptatio- ah, ah - wait a second..." his fingers wrapped quickly around Kevin's wrists, trying to keep prying fingers away from his belt buckle. Kevin wiggled his fingers, still grinning. His heart quickened with anticipation.

"Oh, that's how you want to play? Well, a little light bondage never hurt anybody..."

"Kevin, we talked about this."

"What?" Kevin pouted. "Oh, come on...it's not like we can even get married if we wanted to; it's not even legal."

"And you would know that better than anyone else," Jason scolded, and sighed, ignoring Kevin's sulking. He kissed each wandering hand sweetly. "I told you I was traditional."

"I didn't think that meant 'prude'." He stormed back to the couch, and plunked down, kicking his feet up. "Or 'frigid'."

Jason watched Kevin angrily snatch his crossword from the table, and walked over with an eye-roll, tossing it back on the table.

"Hey-"

"Shut up, Kevin." He muttered, laying his hands on Kevin's shoulders, pushing him back into the couch. Heavy, passionate kisses flew between them. Fingers tangled in hair. Limbs intwined. Kevin was left panting as Jason pulled back an inch. "No one said we couldn't kiss."

Staring at the perfect Angel before him, Kevin again considered the idea of a Higher Power. "Oh God." he grinned breathily.

"Now you've got it,"