DT: @brunchcrushâ and @shyansâ (itâs currently 1am, Iâm packing for uni, but now I donât care anymore. I saw your post. Thereâs no going back.)
Andrew sat on the bed, his back leaning, hands behind him as his only support. His feet rested apart, and his head was tilted down, though his eyes were on the person in front of him. The room was dim, save for the single lamp on the table beside them.Â
What little light could cover Andrew made Stevenâs hair seem lighter than the rest of the room, but even more so was his smile. It was quiet between them, but a peaceful quiet, one with a small candle flickering between their bodies that made their skin prickle from heat and their hearts race from the tightness of the space. And yet, their breathing remained even.
Steven stood close now, and Andrew had to look up, not having to move as Steven had fit perfectly in the space his legs had left. Steven leaned down, and one hand rested gently at the base of Andrewâs head, the other dabbing little bits of honey over his lips. It was dark, nearly translucent, and it began to drip thickly down, slowly.
Then, Steven was even closer, and before he could wipe his hand, Andrew had pulled him in for a kiss, a free hand grabbing Stevenâs wrist before it could get away. He could smell the honey. And then he could taste it, like fresh grass, or berries, thrown together on warm buttered bread. For a moment, it flashed bitter, then a hint of spice, and it grew sweet again. Or maybe that was just Stevenâs lips against his own, warm and soft, with a whisper of flavors he couldnât describe, but he could recognize on his tongue. And they didnât stop until their lips could barely pull apart, and what was left of the honey was now a saccharine linger on their numb skin, throbbing, sweetly swollen.
And Andrew pulled Stevenâs honey-dipped finger to his mouth, kissing it gently, cleaning it off, until he was just leaving a trail of a happy honeybee on his hand and up to his wrist, pulling away so he could rest his forehead against Stevenâs, and they kept quietly together in the dim of the room, content, and carefree.
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For Anon that wanted 77: âAre you jealous?â, Anon that wantedt 2 for highschool!Shyan Basketball star!Ryan and band geek!Shane?! 2: â Not you again.. â and for anon who wanted 141 - "Did you hear that?"
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It was just another day of band practice before the last basketball game in the next week. Since the crowds were never as big during the basketball games as they were in the football games, Shane had volunteered for the smaller band to lend some support, as most of the band would usually drop out (out of not wanting to go, but also because there wasnât a lot of space in the gym for the whole pep band).
He kind of missed watching the football games with the band. Though it would get chilly at night, he enjoyed every moment he spent being able to bond with all his friends and have the students in the stands cheer them all on to play louder and louder in order to boost the school morale against the rival team.
His attention was called when one of his friends, Sara, had dropped by with her flute. He slid his trumpet case back in his locker as she came over to greet him.
âHey, Sara, whatâs up?â
âJust wondering how youâre doing with that little crush of yours,â she teased, and Shane rolled his eyes, carrying his trumpet over to the small group forming in the middle of the room. Sara was the only one he had confessed his crush on school athlete and lead basketball star Ryan Bergara.
âWhat about it?â he retorted, setting his music on the stand in front of him while he adjusted his mouthpiece, watching Sara sit, facing the back of the chair so she could place her arms on the backrest. He sighed in annoyance, though jokingly, knowing that every time sheâd mention it, his heart would jump just a little. âItâs just stupid puppy love.â
âAnd youâre the biggest puppy I know, Shane.â Sara laughed quietly, leaning on one of her hands while her flute hung dangerously in her other, but Shane knew sheâd never drop it. She was one of the most talented flutists he knew in the class, not to mention she was first chair, which sheâd worked hard to get, and now even did solos during concerts. âHave you asked him to Senior Ball?â
âWhat...what? No!â Shane gave her a look as if heâd never be able to do it. âThereâs no way heâd go with some nerd like me.â
âYouâre both literally the biggest nerds I know,â Sara groaned. âHeâs probably even more of a nerd than you are, you big doof! Have you seen how many times he goes to the movie theater or spews about his favorite characters? I mean heâs a part of the video productions class, for heavenâs sake.â
âYes and yes, I do, and donât take his love for the big screen and spin it on me like that; you know I watch just as much as he does!â
âI know. Trust me.â Sara stuck her tongue out. âCome on, it wouldnât hurt to ask him. You guys are almost inseparable. You literally talk and hang out most of the week, anyway.â
âWe do not!â
âIâve seen you talk to him after games and after his practices, Shane.â Sara raised an eyebrow and had a smug smile on her face. âIâll even help you ask him. Come on.â
Shane thought about it for a moment, and decided this would probably be one of the last years heâd see Ryan anyway. âAlright, fineâŚâ
âYes!â Sara pumped her fist up in victory and grinned. âYou better ask by next game.â
Shane sighed and shook his head, his mind racing over what he would do and how he would do it. Thinking about approaching a sweaty Ryan after a game was not the image he wanted in his head as one of his fellow seniors got up on the small, square podium to conduct them through the music.
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Shane spent quite a bit of time with Sara outside of band to have her help him work up his confidence to ask Ryan out and to help him with outfits. Every time he spotted Ryan outside of class, though, he found him talking to one of the popular art and drama kids at the time, Helen Pan. He didnât want to interrupt their conversation, though he knew sheâd just moved into the high school and Ryan was one of the friendliest people to introduce her around campus, and found Ryan spent more time talking to her during class instead of Shane. He didnât want to admit, even in the slightest, that this worried him more about asking Ryan out, but he could certainly feel the butterflies in his stomach.
When he wasnât talking with Sara, he was practicing by himself. Heâd spend time reviewing some flash cards he made, looking up and away, to test his memory. Sometimes, heâd find himself muttering as he walked from class to class, zoning out as he walked past others, and made it to his desk.
And when he wasnât practicing by himself, he was talking to Ryan. He was his best friend after all.
After the day was over, he spent his night at Ryanâs house, listening to him blabber on about this supernatural experience he had just a while back with some of his video productions friends.
âWhat? No way, I donât believe you at all.â Shane crossed his arms, shaking his head. âShow me the footage.â
âIt seriously did happen.â Ryan groaned and went through his files on his already open laptop, going through different video folders before he found it. âLook, see, right there.â
âNo, did you see how hard you hit the freaking surface?â
âBut the shaking shouldnât have caused it to fly up like that.â
âIt was already almost off the edge.â
They bickered on for a few moments until Ryan gave up and Shane felt victorious, stealing a handful of popcorn from what remained in Ryanâs popcorn bowl, and his friend gave him a disbelieving look.
âHow dare you touch my popcorn.â
âUh, our popcorn. We were sharing for tonightâs movie night, remember?â
âTechnically itâs my popcorn since I bought it.â
âWith what money?â
âI have an allowance.â
âOh, look at me, Ryan Bergara, so special that I have an allowance because I canât work a job.â
âHey, Iâm working on video stuff. Just watch, Iâm gonna be in some high standard production company and youâre gonna kiss my ass.â
Shane laughed. âNo, I believe ya, bud. I know that nothing stops the Ryan Bergara from achieving what he wants to.â He smiled and lay back into the couch as the movie began, and their chatter didnât stop there, as the occasional pause and talk would come up between the movie so they could critique or judge a point in the film that felt like a loophole or if it wasnât connecting.
Despite their being comfortable sitting beside each other, Shaneâs head went back to the little proposal he had for Ryan that would be coming up in a few days. He tensed, curling his fingers and pulling his hand away from the popcorn bowl where Ryanâs hand lay idly close. He could feel his heart race, and he was no longer paying attention to the plot of the film. He could ask him now, get it over with, pretend nothing happened while the game was going on, and never look back. He could also avoid feeling embarrassed and just continue on watching the film, waiting till the game so he could feel more prepared.
He turned his attention when he could feel eyes staring at him, but when he looked at Ryan, his friendâs eyes were focused on the screen. Though, his hand had left the bowl between them.
Shane quietly excused himself as the credits came on, mostly so he could wash his hands of popcorn grease, and also so he could calm himself down with a quick piss and a splash of cold water. He stared at himself in the mirror after he dried his face and took a deep breath, muttering quietly to himself while his stomach flipped again, and he scratched his head roughly, trying to hit himself out of it.
He left the bathroom after a few minutes, and Ryan asked if he was okay, to which he nodded and helped him clean up the living room.
It was already 1am, and they both had one more day of school till the game. Shane grabbed his jacket, made sure his phone and wallet were with him, then smiled at Ryan as he headed for the door.
âWait,â Ryan quickly spoke up, watching Shane before he left his doorway. A cold, gentle breeze blew around them. âSo, Senior Ball is uh...coming up.â Shaneâs eyes grew wide, but he tried to cover his shock at the words he was hearing. His heart racing; Shane tried to hide his face from the light on Ryanâs porch.
âYeah, it is.â
âI was wondering if you could help me.â
âWith what?â
âWell, I see you always talking with Sara, and she seems to be helping you get ready for that big event. I mean, I donât know if like, you know, like, if sheâs gonna go with you or something, and I donât mean, like, together, as a couple, I mean, like...uhâŚâ Ryanâs hands were growing clammy and he stuck them in the pockets of his shorts. âI just, uh, I wanted to know if, maybe, you could help me ask someone out?â
âAskâŚ.?â Shane could feel his heart sink, and his stomach began to twist so much from feeling so nervous, he thought he was gonna throw up.
âYeah, thereâs this person Iâve been meaning to ask out to Senior Ball, but I just donât know if they want to go. Iâm kind of scared to ask, and youâre the only person Iâve told this to. I mean, I look like I could do anything, right? But, what if they say no?â
âDude, youâre a great person. I donât know who wouldnât say no to Ryan Bergara.â Shane forced a smile on his face. He was being honest, but he tried to hide his hurting.
âYou really think so?â Ryan seemed so happy, a bright smile on his face, looking at Shane with bright hope.
âYeah. Look, man, Iâll talk to you later. I gotta go.â
âOh, yeah...alright! Later!â
Shane nodded and quickly hurried back to his car, taking a deep breath to calm himself once he was buckled in, and focused on his drive home. He felt empty, now, staring at the road and the streetlights brushing over him with a soft, quiet glow. His heart was pounding. He could hear it in his ears.
Fuck, he thought.
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The Friday before the game, Shane wanted to avoid Ryan as much as possible. He didnât want to confront him or his feelings and he seemed too sullen that day, he didnât want Ryan asking questions. In the morning, he caught Ryan walking down the hallways closely beside Helen, laughing and bickering. He could see himself standing there doing the same thing, but Ryan was probably tired of his shit, too.
During lunch, he spent his time inside the library instead of out at the lunch tables. He could only imagine Ryan walking up to Helen after the game and asking her to Senior Ball. He tried to black it out of his mind, holding his face in his hands, running his fingers through his hair as he gripped it tight, shutting his eyes as if it would erase it all. The thoughts never left.
After school was over, there was one more practice, and for a moment, he thought he could forget everything. He was talking happily with some of his other bandmates, blasting his trumpet loudly as they tried to harmonize to Darude Sandstorm.
Then Sara came up to him and asked if he was ready to talk to Ryan the following day, and he could feel himself shut down again.
âHey, Shane? You okay?â Saraâs face grew concerned, and she sat sideways in her chair, resting her elbow on the backrest gently. âDid something happen between you two?â
âNo, IâŚâ Shane felt himself burn, all his clothes now pricking at his skin, and he rubbed his eyes. âRyan told me he was going to ask someone to Senior Ball and he asked me for adviceâŚâ
âOhâŚâ Sara smiled sympathetically, reaching out to pat his knee. âHey, I mean...you could still come with me, if you want? Some of my friends had managed to talk me into going, soâŚâ
Shane exhaled heavily, grunting as he forced himself to stop feeling these sickening emotions. âYeah, sure...your friends are pretty cool, anyway. We could all just stand in the corner and dance like idiots.â
âThatâs the spirit!â Sara laughed quietly and sighed. âHey, donât worry about tomorrow, okay?â
Shane simply nodded in reply, beginning to slip into an empty mood, and though he was playing his trumpet, didnât feel as if he was putting energy into it, but no one said anything.
After the practice, heâd packed his trumpet away, and followed Sara out of the building just as he saw Ryan coming down the way as well, smiling at him. Shane spotted a white card in his hand, along with a pen, and he knew Ryan would ask him for help again on asking whoever it was out to Senior Ball. He didnât know what to say, not that he wanted to say anything at all, and Sara quickly covered for him, saying they would be late to a quick shopping trip if they didnât hurry, and Ryan let them go. Shane caught the frown on his friendâs face, and tried to ignore it.
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Game night had arrived. Shane was settled on the second row on the bleachers, as was their arrangement for their small band. Sara sat in front of him, setting up her flute. The rest of the band was seated around him, and he made sure his trumpet was tuned while the two teams on the court warmed-up. He spotted Ryan, and for a moment they looked at each other. Despite the tension that Shane had managed to build, Ryan smiled through it all. There was never a dull time that truly seemed to bring him down, and Shane could feel himself smile back for a second. As Ryan made for another pass with the ball, their contact broke, and he looked down at his lap with conflicted feelings again.
His eyes scanned along the crowd that filled the seats. Though he wasnât sure what he was looking for at first, he found out soon enough, and he saw Helen sitting down in a middle section of the bleachers close to the front. He turned away when they briefly met eyes, and he fumbled to get his trumpet ready as the players returned to line up when the buzzer went off to signal the end of warm-ups.
The games began and so did the music. The crowd cheering and the intensity of the game had Shane forgetting his pains and he was swept up into the fun and energy that came from the competition. He stood with the crowd when their team grabbed the final shot into the basket. He was overjoyed when he saw it was Ryan who had scored it last second, and he hollered, pointing out it was his best friend who had just won the match, and Ryan could be seen grinning back at him with thumbs up, heading back to meet his gathered team for a celebration.
Shane made sure he let the last notes ring out from his trumpet as they played their victory song, and he high-fived his friends before looking at Sara with a bright smile.
âReady to head back to the room?â she asked, and Shane nodded, grabbing his stuff to put back into the room. The moon had already pushed the sun down the horizon, and the night sky provided him with a cool breeze to calm him down from the rush of the game. He stared up at the sky, bright stars twinkling, a half moon sitting quietly with a few clouds passing through its light.
He returned to the room with Sara, making sure his trumpet was cleaned and packed properly into its case before it was slipped back into its rightful locker, and Sara followed him out of the room.
âYou gonna be alright?â she inquired, looking up at him as they made their way down the hall and back towards the gym since the parking lot was in that direction.
âYeah...you know, Iâm gonna go congratulate Ryan real fast. Heâs still my best friend, and I donât want to let him down.â
âOf course. Iâll come with you in case he decides to start some shit.â
Shane laughed and he made his way back towards the gym where people were clearing out, and he waited for the crowd to thin until he could walk inside and found the team cooling down. He approached one of the guys and asked where Ryan was, directed towards the other end of the court. He scanned his eyes over, delighted when he saw Ryan, and he was about to make his way over until Helen showed up, and she approached Ryan with a full hug. Ryan hugged her right back, a wide grin on his face, and he seemed to be having a lot of fun talking with her. Shane stopped dead in his tracks and continued to watch.
Ryan looked around for a second, reaching into his drawstring bag where he pulled out the same white card that Shane had seen him hold the day before. Helen beamed and nodded taking the card to read it, and she hugged Ryan joyfully, sliding it back to him as she seemed to bounce on her feet. Shaneâs eyebrows had knitted into a scowl, and Sara had pulled on his shirt to move him. That was until he saw Helen and Ryan turn almost in sync, and Helen point in his direction. He was most utterly confused at this point, and he now had his face stuck in stupor, watching them both walk towards him.
âGod, not you again,â Ryan teased, approaching Shane.
âWhat?â
âEveryone, look out, itâs Shane Madej and his stupid face.â Ryan laughed. âUh, hey, can we talk?â
âSure...what about?â
âIâll tell you as we walk away. Remember the Senior Ball thing?â Ryan paused and looked at Helen. âOh, hey, you donât mind keeping Sara company, right?â She shook her head and smiled, waving her hand to move them along.
Shane could feel himself grow hot again, and he could barely spare a glance at Sara as he was dragged out of the gym, and Ryan brought him to one of the sidewalk lamps outside.
âShane, look, I donât know whatâs been going on with you avoiding me lately, but before I keep going, I just need to know whatâs up âcause I donât want to think Iâve done something wrong to affect our friendship.â
âWhat? No, no, no...you didnât do anything wrong.â Shane clenched his jaw, and he could feel his entire body tense, heart beginning to race again. What was he supposed to tell him?
âListen, Iâve noticed that for, like, the past week youâve been looking at me weird, especially when Iâm with Helen. Like youâre angry, or something?â Ryanâs eyes widened as he continued to ramble. âWait, are you jealous?â
âJealous? Donât be absurd! Why would I be jealous of you asking Helen to Senior Ball! You guys are perfect together! I mean she seemed happy when you handed her the card,â Shane blurted out, his cheeks turning red even under the bad light.
âOh my god, youâre totally jealous, Shane!â Ryan laughed, and Shane thought that, for a second, he was being mocked, and suddenly felt like he wanted to run away. âDid you hear that?â Ryan asked.
âHear what?â Shane replied in equal question, not sure what Ryan meant. As far as he knew, they were alone outside together. If there was a rustle from the bushes, he didnât hear a thing. âThereâs nothing with us.â
âNo, listen closer.â
Shane held his breath for a moment and he looked around, before looking back at Ryan with a raised eyebrow, wanting to leave already. âI donât get it.â
âThat was the sound of you being an idiot, Shane.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Ryan pulled out the white card and handed it to him. âIt was for you, dingus.â Now it was Ryanâs turn to flush a little red. âOpen it.â
Shane gave him and the card a skeptical glance before opening it to read the contents. A long paragraph had taken up the first half of the card, and it was a brief summary of him and Ryan throughout their friendship. On the right, a dumb little doodle from Ryan with the message, âI know you donât believe in ghosts, but will you be my boo for Senior Ball?â
Shane squinted at the card, his mouth hanging open, and he could again hear his heart pounding in his ears. Ryan was chewing on his lip, waiting in anticipation, unsure how to read Shaneâs face.
âI, uh...um, well, I mean, yeah. Yeah, IâllâŚâ Shane laughed and handed Ryan back the card, unable to hold back the smile that wanted to curl onto his face. âYes. Yeah, yeah I will.â
Ryan grinned and suddenly stood on his toes, his hands shooting out to grab the back of Shaneâs neck to pull him down for a quick, messy kiss, and Shane thought his chest would break open or heâd at least faint from how hard his heart was pumping. He couldnât have imagined more what Ryanâs lips felt like against his own, and he gratefully kissed back until they both couldnât breath and were laughing from it all.
âFor the record, I guess I could say I was maybe jealous,â Shane admitted, and Ryan punched him in the arm a little, laughing.
âYeah, I know. Ya big baby.â
âOh shut up. Youâre the short one which means youâre the baby.â
âIâm literally 5â10â!â
âNo.â
âOkay, fine, thereâs like three quarters but-â
When Shane woke up, his ears had continued ringing the last thing he heard before completely blacking out. His name.
"Shane!" Ryan's voice seemed to scream. "Shane! Hey, buddy, are you awake?" Maybe he wasn't hallucinating.
Shane groaned, feeling as if someone had ripped all this weight attached to him right off, and was floating off the ground. Ryan's arms holding him up said otherwise, and he stared into his friend's dark eyes before scrambling to escape his hold.
       Ryan always became an irritated child when it came to Shane pulling gags on him, especially if it was in public, to the point he always looked around to make sure Shane was one hundred percent not planning to do anything to him. The hair on his neck would stand up when heâd hear footsteps approach from behind or see the reflection of someone from the corner of his computer screen. Most of the time, he was caught off guard when he was focused too intently on his work. Now, he wasnât always angry at Shane when heâd interrupt him. It was almost a relief from the work he was doing, a moment to take a break from staring too long at the screen. And Shane didnât do it every day (thank God) or Ryan would lose his mind, probably grab a coworker to be on the lookout for a tall, long limbed noodle of a man (probably use them as a shield).
       Most of the dumb gags had to do with picking on his love for the Lakers or teasing him about his height, other times it was a âsurpriseâ inside his food (yes, Shane, he will stare you dead in the eyes and eat that cockroach to challenge you...and then spit it out a few seconds later), and another time involved the work of a few friends to get Ryan embarrassed, it could have been a domestic version of Outsmarted.
       Today would be no exception, not that Ryan was expecting something to happen. Itâd been about a good month since heâd taken a classic pie to the face, and in his home of all places! He found it odd that nothing had happened during that time, and reasoned with himself that, with Shane busy on his own projects aside from the (stupid) âHotdagaâ, it wouldnât give him enough time to prepare jokes for Ryan.
       There they were at their desks, working some late time in the evening again, but still a handful of colleagues around them. Ryan was extremely intent on editing the new Unsolved video that was to be released in a few days, and Shane was nose deep in some history clips and storyboarding.
Ryan squinted at his screen, eyes scanning the footage again and again, his ears trying to pick up the noises that were most likely them and one hundred percent not. He replayed some parts, trying to sync up the narration to the visuals, adjusting some of the text and volume. Making sure everything was transitioning up to the point he was at in the video, he began again from the beginning, nodding in satisfaction at the progress heâd made. He leaned back in his chair, the arms that were originally across his chest now stretching up as he leaned further, the pleasure shooting up his spine as it cracked, and he couldnât help but let out a soft moan.
Several eyes turned towards him when the quiet moan turned into a loud squeak that echoed in the room. Ryan looked around the room, his cheeks beginning to turn pink, and he turned his full glare towards Shane, eyebrows knitted into a tight scowl.
âWhat the fuck, Shane?â he barked, trying to lower his voice to avoid the attention of more eyes.
âWhat? I didnât do anything,â his friend replied, trying not to look smug.
âThe fuck you didnât! You are the only one sitting close enough to me to have poked me in the side!â
âAlright, so maybe I took advantage of your side being vulnerable while you were stretching, but thatâs aside the point.â
âOh my god, youârse such an ass!â Ryanâs face was struggling between being angry and smiling, and Shane began to chuckle, leaning on his armrest, chin in his palm.
âYou know, youâre cute when youâre angry.â
âOh my god,â Ryan groaned, rolling his eyes as he turned back to his computer, putting his left hand up to block Shane from his view as he continued clicking around on his screen, though he wasnât exactly sure what he was doing at that moment, and went between the clips he had ready and the raw footage.
He sighed, muttering under his breath, trying to ignore his paranoia of Shane beside him, possibly getting closer or still staring at him, he wasnât sure.
Another loud squeal escaped him, this time turning into fits of laughter and he tried to push his feet against the floor to roll away from Shane, but his partner in crime had one hand holding tightly to his chair and the other wiggling fingers against his sides and at his neck and under his arm. Ryanâs repetitive resistance intertwined with his loud laughter, and he was beginning to curl into a ball in his chair, his hands fighting against Shaneâs.
âOh, are you ticklish?â Shane teased, laughing, and he finally let go of Ryanâs chair when he saw the tears glazing his cheeks, and Ryan wiped them from his eyes, heavily breathing as he leaned back and stared at Shane with a bright smile, then rolled his eyes as Shane threw his hands up. âIâm done, I swear. Thatâs all I wanted to do tonight and it was worth it.â
âYeah, Iâm sure.â
âWhat, you want me to tickle you again?â
âNo! I was not suggesting that!â
âIt kind of sounded like you were.â
âOh my god, shut up. Why am I still talking to you?â
âI have no idea but, why donât we go grab some dinner?â
âWhat? I havenât even finished, yet.â
âYouâve literally been working almost eight hours straight on that video, man. You need a break. Besides, you still have half the week left. Come on.â
Ryan exhaled slowly and stared at his screen, then nodded, rolling back to his spot cautiously, and saved his work before turning everything off and looking over at his friend. âHowâs pizza sound?â
Whatever you do, donât imagine Ze sitting inside his living room, wrapped up in a blanket as he lounges on the couch with Chilled who sits beside him, arms carefully holding Zeâs body close. Donât imagine a rain storm pelting away at the windows and walls, with the sound drowned out by an old Disney film playing on TV while Paxton lays on another couch curled up beside Rex, whoâs become his best friend. Donât imagine Ze beginning to grow sleepy as the hours laze on, the rain still pattering at the windows, popcorn littering the table, Chilledâs arms still cradling him warm.
Whatever you do, donât imagine Ze barely making even the slightest snore while Chilled makes a quiet comment and turns to see Zeâs peaceful, sleep drawn face, chest rising slowly, like a small wave rolling over the end of a beach where sand met water. Donât imagine Chilled carefully adjusting his arms so he could lift Ze up to his room where he tucked him in with his favorite blanket, only to slide in beside him, yet still not having removed Zeâs favorite blanket from his body so that their skin didnât make contact, but he knew he was there, fitting perfectly into his body.
Whatever you do, donât imagine Chilled nuzzle his nose gently into Zeâs hair so he could kiss him goodnight before adjusting himself to be able to breathe more comfortably, legs and arms wrapped over Ze in his blanket burrito, and falling asleep to a gentle rhythm of rain.
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Ze woke up with a happy sigh, eyes slowly adjusting to the soft light of the room, and he laughed quietly while turning on his side. When he turned over, he hugged the figure beside him, held the figure close, warm and squishy, and he could finally focus on what he saw. On a table beside the bed, his eyes made contact with a picture frame of himself with Chilled, white and red carnations wilting around it.Â
His throat bobbed, swallowing thickly, and he looked down at the pillow that he held now tightly between his arms till his knuckles grew white and his eyes began to burn.Â
Shane nodded and quickly hurried back to his car, taking a deep breath to calm himself once he was buckled in, and focused on his drive home. He felt empty, now, staring at the road and the streetlights brushing over him with a soft, quiet glow.
*crawls up from shipping hell, breathing heavily* FATHER I CRAVE ANGST.
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Chilled was staring down at the man he had in his arms, rain pelting his back while he shielded him, but it didnât matter. The dirt and blood and sweat on his face were running down his skin like a creek, and he couldnât bring himself to wipe his eyes when they began to sting.Â
âZe,â he managed to choke out, entire body sore, one hand over Zeâs hot, bruised stomach. His hand felt the gush of blood when he added pressure, and he knew he couldnât stop it.Â
âYou shoulda left meâŚChilled,â Ze garbled out, a red pool forming in his mouth as he tried to spit it out. âIâve doneâŚbad thingsâŚâ
âI-I knowâŚall the- all the, the, the people youâve killed and the crimes and thefts and I was trying to help you be a better person.â
Ze shook his head, but he didnât move elsewhere. He didnât fight back Chilledâs hand from trying to stop the large gash on his stomach and he didnât stop Chilled from crying over his face. He managed to lick the side of his lips, but all he got was more blood. He coughed.
âYou tried to save me,â Ze muttered. âI guessâŚ.there was some peace in my lifeâŚâ He smiled.Â
The beginning of âdamn it, Zeâ was forming on Chilledâs lips, and he squeezed his hand around the cloth where the wound just wouldnât stop gushing blood. There was no reaction from Ze, but Chilled wouldnât let go of him.
The rain continued to pour, and all the blood would soon wash away.