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Also- explanation of the story below

A/N: Of course I'm still doing the song thing! I'll keep doing it until I feel bogged down, but that won't happen for a while. Please send as many asks for the song thing as y'all wanna because I'll be accepting prompts for quite a long time.

Sam stares up at the ceiling, sprawled out across the top of the sleeping bag he had set up on the floor of Chan's bedroom.

The ravenette had decided she was going to throw a big sleepover at her house and invite the entire class over for "endless fun", as she had said. However, she fell asleep before the clock even struck midnight and everyone else closely followed.

Or so Sam thought.

As he laid awake from insomnia, Sam's ears perked up at soft sounds coming from the kitchen. Slowly, the rabbit boy gets up to investigate, stepping carefully over J and Soul and Sookie, who were cuddling closely, to exit and closing the pastel painted door behind him gently. With a small sigh, Sam begins to make his way to kitchen, which was pitch black except for the light of the fridge, illuminating the form of a familiar boy.

Dom's hair was messy, likely from sleeping because Sam remembered he fell asleep on the couch shortly after Chan, and his light violet eyes seemed to have a little gleam in the dim light of the fridge.

"What are you doing?" Sam asks, leaning against the door frame and snickering a little when Dom jumps in surprise.

The shorter teen whirls around on his heel, cradling a 2 liter bottle of orange soda and a large box of Twinkies in his arms, his eyes wide before he relaxes at the sight of Sam.

"Dude, you scared the shit outta me..." He mumbles, pressing a hand to his chest to calm his racing heart. "I'm just getting some food. Midnight munchies, y'know?"

Sam nods, not bothering to correct Dom about the fact that it was three A.M.

"Well, care to share of those snacks? I can't sleep, so I might as well hang out with you." Sam says, crossing the kitchen to stand in front of his frenemy, his feet making a small patting noise as he walks on the tile floor.

Dom gives Sam a look of disbelief, but slowly nods, walking past him to get back to the living room and couch, passing over the soda first. He plops down on the couch as he shoving his arm elbow deep into the Twinkies box and grabbing a large handful like the grubby raccoon boy he is and using his other hand to turn on the TV.

Sam gives a little laugh as he raises an eyebrow. He cracks open the soda slowly, the soft hiss of carbonation escaping filling the awkward silence between the two.

"So, uh..." Sam tries to start, grabbing a single Twinkie for himself. "You still living under that bridge?"

Dom grimaces through a mouthful of cream and sponge cake.

"Yeah. Dad says he won't let 'some fag' back into the house, so, until I can get a job, the bridge is my home."

Sam cringes a little, feeling bad for asking.

"Yeah, sorry about that..." He grumbles, taking a swig straight from the bottle, the bubbles of the soda tickling the back of his head a little.

"Yeah, I don't really care anymore. Now that I'm out of the house, I realized how bad of a person I was and I've been learning to be better." Dom says nonchalantly with a small shrug.

The two drift into silence, though a bit more comfortable than Sam thought would be possible, for a long time. The only noise that could be heard was the sounds of plastic wrappers crinkling as they ate the Twinkies and the sound of liquid sloshing as they passed the soda between them and the soft chatter from the television.

Suddenly, after probably about twenty minutes, Dom jumps a little when he feels a small weight on his shoulder. He looks down and snickers when he sees Sam fast asleep. The bunny boy seemed to be subconsciously drawn towards Dom's body heat and it didn't seem like he was planning on moving at all as he rolls a little closer.

Dom bites his lip on consideration as a small idea hits him. Slowly, he decides to take a little risk.

Gently, he brushes aside Sam's bangs from his forehead and he presses a soft little kiss to the spot.

He knows Sam will probably never return his feelings, but it doesn't mean he won't hide them forever.

Kai.....oh my god yes.

Sam: fellas is it gay to kiss a dude and think about them all the time

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Feverwake - Victoria Lee Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Noam Álvaro/Dara Shirazi Characters: Noam Álvaro, Dara Shirazi Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Canon Compliant, Angst, Romance, Past Sexual Abuse Summary:

It’s hard to tease together all the different versions of reality that Dara knows. He's spread so thin these days - the witching, the ward, the assassin, the slut. And Noam Álvaro messes with all of them, makes it impossible to keep track of who he’s supposed to be. Maintaining any pretence of social normality had burned up with Noam’s mouth on his; now that he knows what it is to have him, some small and sordid piece, he’s lost whatever minor ability he had to keep his head around the other boy at all.