❝ we’re gonna have to keep ice on that. ❞ please! If it can be combined with ‘will you kiss it better?’ I’d be 😍.... but you do you- everything you write is 🥰 xx
true perfection has to be imperfect
Blood dripped from his nose, the claret shade getting darker and darker, staining his skin the more it gushed. His lip was bust too, a line of blood exposed, bruising his bottom lip, turning purple. His eye was the worst though. It was mottled in brown and yellow and purple, stains of tears glossing over his skin.
He stumbled towards his house, the familiar steps he was grateful for, not once having to look up and expose his face for everyone to see. It was broad daylight, and Ben had been beaten. His head was hung low, hood from his jumper hooked over his head, trying to hide the blood that littered his skin. The arms of his jumper were bloodied too, having been used as an impromptu tissue.
“Ben!” Callum shouted over, looking both ways across the road quickly, before jogging across, to catch up to his friend.
Ben didn’t react, just keeping his head low, with the aim of getting to his front door before Callum could see him properly.
“Don’t ignore me.” Callum laughed. “We aren’t going through that again.”
And then Callum’s large hand was wrapped around Ben’s arm, jerking him around to face Callum now.
“What’s wrong?” Callum asked, worry now evident in his voice. He raised his hand, and pushed the hood off of Ben’s head, exposing the blood and the bruising. “Ben, what happened? Who did this to you?”
Ben shrugged, slowly raising his head to look up, helped by his best friends thumb that had been hooked under his chin. “Some kids. I’m fine, just need to clean myself up.”
Callum shook his head. “Come to mine. Save everyone at home asking you questions, yeah?”
Ben nodded, and followed Callum in peaceful silence, all the way to his living room, where he leaned against the kitchen cabinets.
“Put that in the wash.” Callum said, nodding to Ben’s jacket. He walked over to Ben, with antiseptic, and cotton pads. “I don’t think there’s anything that needs stitches. Did you pass out or feel light headed?”
Ben winced as Callum pressed the antiseptic to the cut on his lip, and grabbed hold of Callum’s arm. “Not that I know of. Managed to get away.”
“Give as good as you got?” Callum asked, hint of a smile on his face as Ben’s hands rested on his waist, as he wiped at the blood under his nose, trying to get the blood stain off of his skin without hurting Ben.
“Of course I did.” Ben chuckled. “You know me. Mr Macho.”
Callum raised an eyebrow, laugh in his voice. “You wish.” He teased. “We’re gonna have to keep ice on that.”
He walked away, heading towards his fridge to dig out an ice pack he knew he had somewhere, and was disappointed when he felt the warmth of Ben’s hands on his waist disappear.
Their relationship was a strange one. They both knew that they liked one another, yet, beyond harmless flirting, it had never gone any further. And then suddenly, Callum was being pulled back in by the strength of Ben, his hand wrapped around Callum’s arm. He stumbled for a few moments, his feet catching up with the rest of his body, until he resumed his position, body next to Ben’s. The younger man smiled shyly, and spoke. “Will you kiss it better?”
Callum grinned, and looked down at the floor, shaking his head in disbelief, before he looked back up at the man he has immense feelings for. He rolls his eyes for just a second, before leaning in, and pressing a gentle kiss to Ben’s cheekbone. It was a barely there touch, and Ben revelled in it. He put his hand on Callum’s waist, pressing their bodies together, and sunk into the warmth of Callum as he wrapped his arms around Ben’s body, lips still pressed to his skin. When he pulled back, the hug still remained, fingers rubbing against the hair at the nape of Ben’s back, Ben’s fingers hitching up Callum’s shirt, pressing fingertips to his skin.
“I think the cut on my lip needs to get better too.” Ben grinned, fingertips tracing patterns on Callum’s lower back.
“Is that right?” Callum asked, raising an eyebrow.
Ben nodded, and closed his eyes as Callum leaned in once more, his lips trapping Ben’s bottom lip. He winced at the pressure, the cut nowhere near healed.
“Sorry.” Callum whispered, pulling back, cutting the kiss short.
“No, no, don’t stop.” Ben opened his eyes, and rested one hand on Callum’s cheek. “I’m fine.”
Callum leaned into the touch, letting his head fall into Ben’s hand. “You sure?”
“More than.” Ben smiled, and met Callum halfway, their kiss resuming.
It didn’t last for long, nor did it get out of control. Even though he wouldn’t admit it, Ben’s lip really did hurt, and Callum could tell that with every jerk of Ben’s body against his own. It was soft. Gentle. Needed. When it was over, they rested their foreheads together, breathing in time with one another, just letting the moment happen. Ben laughed out a sigh, relief overwhelming him. Callum soon followed, and pulled back to finally retrieve the ice from the freezer.
“Don’t think this means I’m kissing you every time you get into a fight.” Callum teased, wrapping the ice in a cloth, and placing it delicately against Ben’s skin.
Ben placed his hand on top of Callum’s, their fingers entwining against the cloth. “How about you just kiss me whenever you feel like it?”
“Sounds fair.” Callum chuckled.
