#rivergator

♤ Extra Warnings: trans sex, Kirby is a boy but he has a vagina, and they use terms for that. Mostly "cunt" i think, cum eating, overstimulation, blow jobs, fingering, oral (everyone receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it y'all), i wanna say.... cream pie? Not 100% on what that 100% includes but i wanna say its in there, switching! Allllll these fuckers switch!!! They switch more than costumes on Broadway okay??? And you have to love that for them. God i hope that's it, enjoy!!!!

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Kirby wipes the back of his hand across his face as Gator lowers himself to his knees next to him. Win's panting on the bed, her thighs still shaking, tremors volting through her body.

"You're better at that than me." Gator mutters, his hands on his knees. Kirby readjustes his knees, they're starting to ache from overuse. He narrows his eyes, staring at Gator.

"What?" Gator asks, leaning away a bit.

"Gimme a pillow for my knees. I'm gonna teach you somethin'." Kirby nods toward the head of the bed, Gator scrambles back up to grab one, Win gasps on the bed and pushes herself up onto her elbows to look at Kirby, and then Gator, who settles beside him again after he gets the pillow under Kirby's knees.

Win's shaking hand moves down, between her legs and Kirby slaps it, pointing at her with a look.

"No touching. You gonna be good?" He asks, head tilted. She bites her lip, her chest heaving as she looks at them, and nods. Kirby smiles, nods at her, gives her knee a squeeze.

"Good girl." He praises, and then turns to Gator.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks, hands on his knees still, his cock hard and pressing against his belly. Kirby's eyes linger there, he fades.

"Kirby." Gator snaps his fingers in front his face, Kirby shakes his head, blinks a few times.

"Sorry, distracted. Ummmmm... here. Gimme your arm." Kirby instructs. Gator frowns.

"I don't get to touch her?" He nods to Win, up on her elbows watching them again, her face is still flushed from the three rolling orgasms Kirby just pushed her through, but her breathing is finally leveling out. Kirby watches her pout mockingly at Gator before he looks back to him.

"Not yet. She's fine for now. Needs a little break." Kirby says, giving her a knowing look.

"Presumptuous." She mumbles. Kirby presses his tongue to his teeth, eyebrow cocked on his forehead and moves his hand up her leg slowly. Her breathing falters as his hand moves higher. Her teeth dig into her lip when his fingertips reach her folds, he smirks at her and pressed his fingers in, deep, his thumb pressing straight against her clit and circling. Her head slams back, fingers clenched in the sheets.

"Kirby! Fuck! I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'll wait!" She screams, overstimulation clenching her muscles, he whole body bearing down on his fingers. He pulls them out, slow, circles her clit one more time, her body jerking, manic laughter bubbling out of her as she lays there twitching. He pats at her inner thigh, fingers soaking wet.

"That's what I thought. Just watch sweetheart. It'll make it better later. You trust me?" Kirby asks, his hand curling around her calf soothingly. She presses up onto her elbows again.

"I trust you." She breathes, and smiles at him. Her eyes moving to Gator at the same time Kirby's do. He turns to him, holds out his hand, and smiles when Gator places his wrist in Kirby's palm.

"I'm gonna teach you what it should feel like okay? The ways you should be moving your tongue." Kirby's eyes are wide, waiting for Gator to respond. He swallows roughly, his throat working, and nods.

"Okay. I'm- yeah. That sounds...nice." His pupils are blown, his eyes almost black as he watches and waits for Kirby to start. Kirby smiles at him, presses a chaste kiss to Gator's palm, and then moves his mouth to his wrist and starts his lessons.

He moves his tongue slowly at first, the salty tange on Gators skin making his mouth water, he moans against Gator's pulse point and tugs him closer. His eyes are closed but he can feel Gator squirming next to him, pressing his thighs together. Kirby's been doing the same since he got on his knees for their girl. His thighs have to be slick by now, there's no way he's not fucking dripping. He pulls back, his mouth popping off of Gator's wrist loudly. He hears Win sigh on the bed above them.

"Okay, now show me what I just did to you." Kirby orders, holds his own arm out to Gator. He frowns.

"What? My arm not good enough?" Kirby asks, chastising.

"No! No it's fine. I just-" Gator voice stalls, his eyes fall to the floor.

"Hey." Kirby moves two fingers under his chin, lifts his head.

"Tell me what you want." Kirby says, easy. Gator swallows.

"I wanna touch you." Gator says, his voice quiet. Kirby smiles.

"You can touch me. Use my shoulder, c'mhere." Kirby shifts a little, angles himself toward Gator more and he's against him immediately. Gator's arms around him, hands pressing into the warm skin of his back, his mouth hovering over Kirby's shoulder.

"Go ahead."

Kirby closes his eyes, focuses on the soft slide of Gator's tongue against his skin, moans and grabs at Gator when he moves his tongue perfectly, exactly the way Kirby had against his skin.

"Okay okay." Kirby breathes, pushes Gator back, away from him, his hands linger on Kirby's naked hips.

"Did I do good?" Gator asks, his eyes wide, expecting, and Kirby's happy to see, there's no lingering worry or fear, that Kirby might be mean to him, might tell him he's worthless. Kirby and Win had been working hard to erase that feeling from their boy. And it was working. Kirby cupped his cheek, snorted a laugh when Gator moved his hand over his ribs, tickling,

"You did perfect. Lemme show you somethin else." Kirby smiles, held his hand out again. Gator immediately moved his wrist into it. Kirby looked up Win, she was sitting now, elbows on her knees as she looked down over the end of the bed, watching them. She smiled, her teeth pulling over her bottom lip.

"He's so good for us." She sighed, moving her foot out, pressing it to Gator's shoulder, he curled his fingers around her ankle and held her there. Needing the contact.

Kirby lowered his mouth to Gator's skin again, and felt Win's hand move into his hair, not guiding, just resting there, that touch, keeping them all connected. Gator whined high in his throat and Kirby pulled back again, goofy grin on his face.

"What the fuck was that?" Gator asked. His eyes wide, he looked between Kirby and Win. Kirby snorted, Win laughed, flopped back on the bed, her hands laying across her stomach.

"Oh I'm pretty sure I know exactly what that was." She laughed, her foot still resting against Gator's shoulder, it angled her knee up a bit and both boys leaned a little to the left, gawking as she exposed herself.

She clears her throat and they both look up at her, eyes wide and innocent and needy.

"Weren't you in the middle of something?" She asks, voice a little lower than normal, knowing look on her face. Kirby blinks up at her, slowly, she laughs again and lifts her other leg, toes at his cheek until he's facing Gator again.

"Teaching him." She says, her voice fond as she drops both her legs away from them, crossing her ankles and closing her legs.

"Right. Yes. That was- yes. I was doing that." Kirby nods, shakes his head once and pulls at Gator's arm again.

"Watch." Is all he says before moving his mouth back to Gator's skin. He keeps his lips off him, sticks his tongue out a little farther, lets Gator watch the way he moves and swirls and presses his tongue to him. Gator watches with wide eyes, whining again when Kirby moves his tongue just right.

"Fuck." Gator breathes, leaning closer, his free hand clamped down on his own thigh, his cock is nearly purple against his stomach now.

"Can I?" He asks, looking at Kirby. Kirby smiles, nods, tilts his head to the side and lets Gator in.

He curls his arms around Kirby, pulls him up onto his knees, taller, as he mouths at his neck, his collar bones, Kirby squirming in his arms.

"Fuck, Gate. You're such a fast learner." Kirby laughs, grabbing at him, pulling him closer as his tongue moves perfectly against his skin. He feels Gator's teeth and knows he's getting lost. Getting distracted. Kirby moves his hands into his hair.

"Want me to help you with this?" Kirby asks, moving his thigh just so, pressing it against Gator's cock trapped between them.

"Mhm." Gator whines into his neck.

"Yeah? How do you want me?" Kirby asks, his hands moving down Gator's back, pulling him closer, grinding against him.

"I want your mouth." Gator sighs, nosing into Kirby's hair.

"Oh yeah?" He asks, pulls back, looks at Gator.

"You want my mouth cuz that's what she got?" He asks, knowing the answer already. Gator nods, doesn't speak, his eyes glassy.

"Yeah? Somebody jealous?" Kirby teases, hears Win chuckle next to him. Gator nods again, licks his lips.

"That's okay sweetheart. No need to be jealous. You know I'll give you whatever you want right?" Kirby asks, cupping Gator's cheek. He nods again, slow.

"Yeah I know. Know you'll take care'a me." He says, voice syrupy, he nods again. Kirby nods back, kisses his cheek.

"Up on the bed." Kirby pats his cheek and smiles when Gator scrambles back up onto the bed, he moves so his back is against the headboard. Kirby crawls onto the bed thankfully, glad to give his knees a rest. He lays on his stomach between Gator's legs.

"This isn't- I mean I'm not-" Gator stammers, looking down at him, his hands flexing in the sheets beside his legs.

"Not gonna last long?" Kirby asks, eyes up and on Gator. He shakes his head.

"Fuck I love that. So fucking much." He crawls up then, kisses Gator deep, licks into his mouth and pulls back again before Gator can catch up.

"Fucking cum down my throat. I want it." Kirby growls, slides back down to his stomach, mouths at Gator's hip for a minute.

"Jesus Christ." Gator breathes, his chest heaving.

"Gonna let me help you pretty boy?" Win's voice in Kirby's ears, her breath tickling the skin just behind it, her hand moves over his back, slow, over his ribs and hip, slower. He feels her lay next to him, chest pressed against his side, sees her other hand move and lace together with Gator's.

"Am I pretty boy right now?" Kirby asks, peppering kisses across Gator's hip, moving closer, licking at his happy trail, smiling into the skin there as Gator squirms.

"You're always a pretty boy." She breathes, her breath hot against his ear.

"Lemme touch you. Make you feel good. Wanna watch my good boys cum together." She sighs, drags her teeth across his shoulder. Kirby shivers, feels her hand move down, away from his hip, over his ass, she moves her nails gently against the inside of his thigh, his hips move against the matress.

"Yeah. Fuck yes. Touch me please." Kirby begs, moves his mouth to the base of Gator's cock, as Win moves her fingers up, moves them over Kirby's slick thighs as Kirby swallows Gator, his throat opening for him as Win whispers,

"You're so fucking wet baby. So fucking good for us." As she presses two fingers into Kirby, slow, pulls them back out as he whines around the cock in his throat.

"You're our good boy aren't you? Hmm? Taking us both so fucking well." She adds a third finger, it goes in easy, Kirby's so wet, his hips rolling against the matress, pressing her fingers deeper as she licks and bites at his shoulder.

"Mhmm." He hums, his throat vibrating as Gator fucks his hips up into his mouth.

"Jesus fuck. You're fucking mouth." Gator groans, hands clenching in the sheets, and to Win's hand, their fingers still laced together.

"He feels so good doesn't he Gate, so wet and warm?" She coos, her fingers making obscene sounds as they move into him over and over. Gator's free hand clamps down on Kirby's head, fingers tangling in his hair, pushing his cock deeper.

Tears fall down Kirby's face as he forces himself deeper, Win's slick fingers moving over Kirby's clit now, her mouth clamping down on his shoulder, teeth sinking deep. Kirby whines around the cock shoved in his throat, his cunt squeezing Win's fingers as he cums, humming again as Gator fucks up hard, cumming down his throat with a yell.

Kirby stays on him until his cock is soft, and then pulls back with an obscene pop, gasping a little, he licks at his lips, his tongue sticky. Win's nuzzles into his shoulder. Kisses the mark she made.

"Fuck." Gator sighs, finally going limp with Kirby's mouth off him.

"I mean... fuck." He says, chest heaving. Kirby laughs, his cheek resting on Gator's hip.

"Such a way with words." He sighs, feels Win roll away from him, he reaches for her, draps his arm over her stomach after she wiggles her way up closer to Gator.

"Was it good for you too?" She asks, her eyes on Kirby. He scrunches his nose.

"You couldn't tell?" He asks, feeling sleepy, nuzzling his face against Gator's dick, making him squirm again.

"No I could tell." She says, sounding satisfied with herself.

"I couldn't tell." Gator lies. Looking between them both.

"Oh no?" Win asks. Gator shakes his head.

"Well here. Lemme show you." She grabs at Kirby's arm, yanks him up to lay between them, he goes easily enough, pliant and fucked out.

"Here." Kirby hears her say, his eyes falling shut, and then he feels hands on him, and then fingers in him.

"Mmm! Fuck!" He cries, his legs trying to close at the stimulation, Gator laughs, one hand hooked under Kirby's knee, keeping them apart. His other hand next to Win's, knuckle deep in his dripping cunt.

"Fuckpleasefuck." Kirby begs, his hips twitching and rolling.

"Is that what you want? Hmm? Want me to fuck you?" Gator asks, hums in his ear as he shoves his fingers deeper.

"Fuck. Mmm- ah! Please! Yes!" Kirby writhes between them, Win pulling at his other leg now, keeping them apart as she cirlces her thumb around his clit. Gator pulls his fingers out, moves them up Kirby's stomach and then sucks them into his mouth. He licks them clean and then he's moving, he's on top of Kirby in the time it takes him to blink.

"Fuck. She was right. You did enjoy that didn't you? Taste so good." He breathes into Kirby mouth, licking into him and letting him taste himself. Kirby can feel him hard against his stomach again already. He nods, letting Gator know he's right, he did fucking enjoy it.

"Wanna enjoy me now too?" Gator asks, doesn't wait for an answer as Win's hand between them lines him up. He sinks into Kirby easily, slips into him deep as Kirby claws at his back and cries out, tears falling into his hair as Gator fucks him.

"Take me so good baby. Like you're fuckin made for it. My pretty little boy." Gator growls, his hips slamming into Kirby, their skin slapping against each other.

Kirby feels fingers press against his clit, his hips slam up into Gator's. He feels more than hears Win laughing against his ear. Her breath hot, her lips even hotter when they mouth at the skin of his shoulder again.

"You want more? Hmm? Sweet boy? You can take more can't you?" She hums, her fingers moving down, pushing in next to Gator's cock, he and Kirby moan into each other mouths at the new pressure.

"More! please! Want it. Need it." Kirby whines, hips rolling, nails digging into Gator's back, and then Win's arm when she grabs him, both of them clutching at each other across Gator's back.

"I've got you baby. We've got you. Gonna give you what you need." Gator soothes, kisses his cheek and then pushes hismelf up onto his hands. He braces himself, hands on Kirby's hips, shifts his knees a little and pounds into him. His cock buried deep on every thrust, Win's fingers pushing in next to him, stretching him wider as Kirby cries, squirming beneath them as they push him over the edge, his whole body shaking as Gator fucks him into the matress.

"He's gonna cum inside you pretty boy. Fill that pretty cunt. That what you want honey?" Win purrs, voice rough and deep in his ear.

"Y-y-yes. Pl-please." Kirby begs, his hands above his head now, slammed against the headboard, his fingers clawing at it as Gator fucks him deeper, his hips stuttering as he gets closer.

"Such a good boy for us. Always saying please." She teases, moves her hand away from his cunt, up his stomach, nails scratching lightly at his skin as Gator keeps moving. She moves her hand back down, slow, over his clit again, making him scream, and then presses her fingers back in, slides them in beside Gator's cock and pushes them both over the edge again. Gator falling foward, hips snapped tight agaisnt Kirby's, cum filling his cunt as he licks at Kirby's neck, both of them moaning and whining into each others skin.

Kirby's soft laughter fills the room, airy and manic. The way it always does when they fuck him good. His hands still clawing at Gator's back. Gator stays inside him. Win pulls her arm from between them and snuggles close to them both.

"You okay sweetheart?" She breathes, kissing Kirby's cheek. He nods slowly, laughter still bubbling out of him, Gator pulls out of him, cock soft, and he laughs again, tucking his head into Gator's neck.

"Didn't hurt you did I?" Gator asks, lifting his hips as Kirby shakes his head. Gator looks between them, shoves Kirby's leg up a bit, shifts his hips just right and watches his cum drip out of him.

"Fuuuuuck. You're fucking perfect." Gator groans, moves his hand down, presses his fingers through his cum and curls them. Win groans as she watches him lift his hand, suck his fingers into his mouth and then reach for her. She goes willing, opening her mouth and letting Gator slip his cum covered tongue into her mouth. Both of them moaning as they taste him and Kirby on their tongues.

"Jesus fuck." Kirby breathes, watching them, his breathing calming slowly. He watches them both swallow and then look at him.

"What was that for? I was supposed to be teaching him, to fuck you better. Not... not this." Kirby waves his hand around weakly. Win snorts as Gator gets up, walks into the bathroom.

"Well you're such a good teacher, I thought maybe a preemptive thank you was in order." Win said, pressing again Kirby's side again, her hand moving over his chest and up his neck, angling his head toward her so she could kiss him. Her salty tongue licks into his mouth and he sighs, deep, as she pulls back.

"Well thanks. It was... it was fuckin great." Kirby says, smiling as she laughs into his shoulder. Gator comes back with a warm washcloth, wipes Kirby clean and tosses it to the side.

"What about me?" Win huffs, playful as she spreads her legs. Gator smiles, but his eyes go dark as he curls his fingers around her ankle.

"I'm not done with you yet." Gator says, his voice low. Win digs her teeth into her lip, plants her feet, her heels digging into the sheets.

"Oh yeah? Got some new moves you wanna try?" She asks, lifting up onto her elbows as Gator crawls and kneels between her legs.

"Yeah. Gonna see if I can make you scream the way he can." Gator jerks his head in Kirby's direction, Win lets her head fall to the side, looks at Kirby too. His eyes are closed, one leg bent at the knee, putting him on full display, but his hands are resting on his stomach. He doesn't look at them as he raises one and gives them a thumbs up.

"Good luck soldier. Make me proud." He says, voice soft and fucked out, he drops his hand back to his stomach as Gator lays down, his head between Win's legs.

"Gonna make me scream then?" Win teases, her legs bouncing slowly, like butterfly wings around Gator. He lets her knees fall back down and clamps his hands down on them, spreading her legs wide and holding them down against the matress.

"That's the plan, yeah." He says, looking up at her. Her eyes widen, her mouth opens, like she's gonna challenge him again and he moves. Latches his mouth onto her and moves his tongue the way Kirby showed him. Whatever words she may have been about to say fall away as she falls to the bed.

She moans deep in her throat as he keeps going, licking and sucking until she's shaking beneath him. Her eyes squeezed tight, hands clenched in the sheets for what very well might be the hundredth time today. Her thighs are starting to shake when she hears Kirby say,

"Here. Slip two in there. And curl them like this." And she feels his slender fingers slip inside her, curling perfectly the way they always do, hitting that spot inside her like no one ever had before. She snaps her head up, looks down to see both boys between her legs.

She watches Kirby lean close to Gator, feels his fingers pull out of her. She watches him move his hand over Gator's on her thigh and hears him whisper,

"Lemme show you." Into Gator's ear. Gator's face is all focus, his other hand droping down her thigh, his thumb moving to replace his mouth on her clit. She gasps at the change, opens her mouth to encourage them when she feels four fingers press into her, her head slamming back again.

"Right here." Kirby says, and she feels Gator's fingers hit that perfect spot. Feels Kirby's fingers from the other side, moving Gator's, showing him how to do it. And then Kirby curls their fingers together, filling her up and pressing inside her as Gator leans back down, his tongue finding her clit again as Kirby presses their fingers in deeper, a little harder.

She cums with a scream, hands shoving at them both, trying to push them away, to stop the over stimulation as her body shakes and clenches around them both.

"Not yet." She hears Kirby say, feels Gator's fingers push deeper, feels Kirby's slick ones cover her clit before Gator's mouth is there again.

And then Kirby is kissing her, moving his tongue in her mouth the way Gator's moving his over her clit and she's fucking thrown over the edge again, moaning and crying into Kirby's mouth as he kisses her through it.

Her body shakes for almost two mintes after their done with her. Gator wiping her down and both boys curling around her after. Kirby's head resting on her breast, his hand resting just below her belly button. Gator's got her tucked under his chin, his hand resting around her ribs.

"You okay babes?" Kirby asks, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She nods, smiles slowly, and breathes out a laugh.

"Yeah. Okay is... an understatement." She chuckles, her hand resting on Kirby's arm giving him a squeeze.

"So I- I did good. That was better than before?" Gator asks, nuzzling his nose into her hair.

"Yeah Gate, you did fucking amazing." She compliments, moving to kiss him, dislodging Kirby from her chest with a sqwuak. She gets settled back down and he licks a hot stripe across her boob before settling back down himself.

"Hey! Watch it!" She teases, slapping at him.

"Oh I was. Hence the lick." He grins up at her, she rolls her eyes, but watches his grin turn into a syrupy sleepy smile as he cuddles closer. His arm reaching across her to grab at Gator too. Both her boys angle themselves closer, holding each other as they hold onto her.

The handle moves. Kirby nearly yells in celebration but hunches his shoulders and holds it in, pushes the door open the smallest possible amount, and quietly ducks inside. He turns once he's in, rests his back against the door, tries to catch his breath.

But his eyes adjust to the dark quickly, and he sees the curain pulled around the bed. His stomach twists, his heart kicking back up again. Their hands are sweating, they wipe them on their pants and take a few small, squeaky, steps forward.

"Who's there?" Gator's voice. He sounds scared, Kirby hears rustling as he moves on the hospital bed.

"It's me." Kirby says, his voice small to his own ears, and he realizes that might not be enough.

"K-Kirby?" His voice falters and shakes and it pulls Kirby forward. They move fast, ducking under the curtain, nearly getting tangled when they stand back up. His hands find the foot of Gator's bed and he pulls himself up, swats at the curtain until it falls away from his shoulders and then he turns.

Gator's eyes are covered, bright white bandages wrapped around his head. His hair is no longer neat and slicked back, strands falling into his face where they've come loose. There's dirt, and blood, Kirby's sure, staining the skin of his face and hands.

Kirby hears the whimper that leaves him, his hands clutching his stomach as he takes a few steps around the bed. Gator's head turns with the sounds of his shoes. And seriously what the fuck was on his shoes that was making them do that?

"Yeah." Kirby finally says,

"It's me." Their voice soft. Gator listens to the last few steps, and then hangs his head.

"How'd you get in here?" He asks, his fingers, dirty and bloodstained around the nails, pick at the sheets. Kirby swallows, hard, wipes at the tears falling over his cheeks.

"I uh," he clears his throat, tries again,

"I snuck past the guard. He went downstairs. Someone else is comin up I guess. Ten minutes." He repeats the time again, glances at the door, has no idea how long it's been. Gator nods, slowly.

"You'll be in trouble if they catch you in here." He's frowning, Kirby can see his eyebrows drawing down, pressing into the bandages.

"I've been in trouble before." Kirby says, teeth worrying into his lip, their hand twitches toward Gator, fingers jumping and dancing near his leg.

"Not this kinda trouble." Gator says, turns his head away, stubborn as always. Kirby huffs, grabs the chair by the bed and drags it loudly across the floor, scoots it close to Gator's bed and throws himself into it.

"I don't care! Gator. I just-" he sniffles, wipes at his face again.

"I saw the ranch on the news. They said people were dead." Kirby bites at the last word, takes a deep shaking breath he knows Gator can hear. Gator drops his head back onto the pillow behind him.

"I'm not dead." He sighs, fingers twitching on the bed sheets, and Kirby can't take it, he reaches out and grabs Gator's hand, presses his palm flat over the back of it, curls his fingers under and holds on. The rough material of the cast presses deep into his skin, he doesn't care, barely feels it. Just feels the skin underneath.

"I can see that. And I knew that. They said- they said you gave him up. Roy. On the news. They said a lot of other stuff. But I didn't really hear it." He cleared his throat again, another sniffle.

"Are you cryin?" Gator asks, his hand pressing up into Kirby's.

"No." Kirby denys immediately, watches the corner of Gator's mouth twitch.

"Shut up." He says, squeezes Gator's hand.

"I'm okay." Gator whispers it, turns his hand under Kirby's and slides his fingers between theirs, the best he can.

"Are you? What happened? Did your dad do this to you?" Kirby sniffles again, drags his free hand under his nose and keeps his eyes on Gator's face. He shakes his head slowly, his messy hair bunching up against the pillow.

"Not him. Same guy who did this." He wiggles his arm genlty, his hand clenching Kirby's as he moves it.

"Wh- I don't- why?" Kirby stammers, hates when he does that. Scrunches his face up at the bad memories of stammering through school, and rubs at his eye, pushing his knuckle deep for a distraction.

"Cuz I fucked up. I couldn't let it go." His lip wobbles, Kirby watches him pull it between his teeth and slam his head back into the pillow, once, hard.

"Hey! Don't. Just- don't do that." Kirby's on his feet now, his hand on Gator's head, moving some of his hair away from his face.

"I'm so fuckin stupid. I just couldn't let it go. And he fucking left me there. He just left me." His voice is strained now, Kirby can see his throat clenching. They bite their own lip, watching Gator's face, can he cry like that? Is there even anything behind the bandages to cry.

Kirby swallows around the fire in their throat and leans down, tucks their head against Gator's neck. He feels Gator's arms move around him slowly. His cast hard against their back, his other hand on their shoulder, gentle, moving slow, so he doesn't dislodge the IV in his hand.

"You're not stupid. You're just- so fucking stubborn Gate." Kirby sniffles again, rubs his tears and his nose on Gator's shoulder and pulls back. Gator's hand moves down his arm as they pull away, not wanting to stop touching him. Kirby doesn't ask who left him. Doesn't need to.

Kirby sees the small smile fade as Gator sits there. They move their fingers over his forhead, then along the bottom of the bandages. Kirby cups his face, smiles when Gator leans into the touch.

"Thanks for comin to see me." He mumbles, his casted hand moving to cover Kirby's, genlty, pulling it away from his face. He rests their tangled hands on the bed again as Kirby sits back down.

"Wild dogs couldn't have kept me away." Kirby sniffles again, but his chest feels lighter, with Gator in front of him, awake. Alive.

"What about a room full of spiders?" Gator asks, his finger pressing into Kirby's palm, just feeling him, touching him.

"Oh fuck that. You would'a been on your own sir." Kirby tells him, matter of fact. The laugh that bursts out of Gator makes Kirby smile so big his cheeks burn, tears falling again as Gator snorts and rubs at his nose carefully, shaking his head gently.

"Gee thanks." He says, voice flat.

"Hey. I got past the wild dogs man. Okay? I tried. I did my best." Kirby teases, bites his lip. Pulls Gator's hand to his mouth and kisses across his knuckles. His stomach fluttering when Gator presses his fingers into his lips, moves them up to his cheek, his thumb moving over Kirby's lips in their place.

"Seriously." Gator says, his head leaning forward.

"Yeah. Anytime. Told you I'd be there for you." Kirby shrugs, knows Gator can't see it. It doesn't matter.

"Are you- will you be able to see? When those come off?" Kirby asks, they pull Gator's hand back down, resting on the bed again. Gator's fingers twitch in his hold, he sniffs loudly, his other hand moving to fiddle with the bottom of the bandages resting on his cheek.

"They don't know yet. Not for sure. Said my left eye looked promising. Whatever that means." He shrugs, leans his head back again, sighing deep in his chest.

"I think it's what they say when they mean it's better than nothing." Kirby shrugs too, their eyes glued to Gator's face, their fingers twitch against the bedding. Curiosity burning under the surface.

"What did he do? Exactly. To your eyes?" Kirby blurts,  cringes when Gator turns his head toward him slowly.

"Sorry. Don't- you don't have to- answer that. Sorry." Kirby frowns down into their lap, shaking their head at themselves.

"He heated a knife in a fire and cut my eyes out. Or... he tried too. Guess he missed the left one." Gator's voice is emotionless.

"Jesus christ. What- fuck." Kirby says, oh so eloquently. Gator snorts, nods.

"Yeah. That sums it up pretty well." He says, noding again, his mouth a tight line.

"I shouldn't have asked." Kirby says, voice quiet.

"You wouldn't be you if you didn't." He says, quiet, Kirby's head whips up, there's a small tilt to Gator's mouth, like he wants to smile. Hell, that is a smile for him.

"Yeah?" Kirby asks, smiling, feeling giddy. Gator's not mad. Not mad that he can't control his fucking mouth. Gator nods, gives Kirby's hand a squeeze.

"Wish I could see you." He sighs, head falling back again.

"Oh yeah? How come? I haven't changed much in three days." They tease, teeth digging into their lip. Their cheeks feeling warm at the thought, that Gator wants to see them.

"Just tryin to image the looks people gave you when you walked in." Gator muses, his head turning, toward Kirby, even though he can't see them.

"What do mean?" Kirby frowns.

"Your clothes aren't usually hospital appropriate, is all." He shrugs again. Kirby makes an offended noise in his throat.

"I have nice clothes ya know? I'm actually dressed quiet well, currently. Thank you very much." Kirby scoffs, yanks his hand away from Gator's and crosses his arms over his chest. He watches Gator smile, can tell he's doubtful, even without the normal look in his eyes.

"Oh yeah? What'er you wearing?" He asks, voice teasing already. Kirby looks down at himself, at the sweatervest he immediately regretted, and grimaced.

"Umm ya know what? That's not- that's neither here nor there. I'm here. With you. That's really all that matters." Kirby rambles, pats at Gator's hand. He chuckles, grabs for Kirby's hand and misses.

"Are you wearing something embarrassing?" Gator asks, smile on his face.

"You have to tell me if you are. I'm wounded. It's only fair." His hand reaches toward Kirby. They scoff again, tucking their legs up under them on the chair.

"How's that fair? I didn't wound you!" He swats at Gator's hand gently as he laughs.

"C'mon. Tell me what you're wearing." Gator pushes, his voice all curled at the edges and sweet. Kirby sighs.

"Ughh. At least buy me dinner first." Kirby mutters, scrambling around in the chair til his knees are tucked up under his chin, Gator's eyebrow twitches up, clearly amused.

"I'm wearing a sweatervest okay? Do not laugh! It's from one of my foster moms and it's very cozy. Okay? So just, hush it." Kirby points at Gator, accusingly. Gator can't see it, but he raisies his hands in surrender anyway.

"What color is it?" Gator asks, biting his lip.

"It's like a blue grey color. With black and white argyle down the front?" Kirby looks down at himself, smoothes his hands down his chest again, his feet falling to the floor.

"What's- which ones argyle?" Gator asks, frowning.

"The diamonds." Kirby tells him. He nods, seems to think for a second.

"Is it soft?" He's worrying his lip between his teeth again.

"Yeah. Here." Kirby stands, walks the two steps to the bed and takes Gator's hand, moves it to rest on his stomach. Gator's brows twitch again, suprised at the softness against his skin.

"I got a black t-shirt on under it." Kirby mumbles, ignores the way Gator pressing his fingers into his stomach makes him feel hot. More hot than all the fucking clothes he's wearing.

"And just some black jeans. No holes or nothin in 'em." Kirby scratches at the back of their neck, watches Gator pull the materal of the vest between his fingers, then watches him smooth it back down. His hand presses to Kirby's stomach again and he ducks away with an awkward giggle, rubbing at the spot Gator's hand had touched.

"Sorry. Ticklish." Kirby explains, grabs at the chair and scoots it a bit closer, til his legs hit it and he falls into it.

"Figures." Gator sighs.

"What?" Kirby frowns.

"The one time I can't see you, you're actually wearing clothes." Gator shakes his head.

"I wear... clothes." Kirby drawls, knows it's only a half truth, really, at best. Gator snorts a laugh.

"Sure ya do. Pretty sure this the first time you've ever worn an actual shirt around me." Gator says, the eyeroll is implied.

"You got a problem with my clothes man?" Kirby asks, tucks one knee up under his chin, smiles when Gator moves his head toward him again.

"No. I'm just sayin, ya know, just my luck that I can't see ya when there's nothin to look at." Gator's fingers move nervously against the sheets, tapping out random little rhythms.

"I mean not that I was... lookin. I'm just- just sayin." He sighs deeply, turns his head away as his cheeks and neck turn red. Kirby bites their lip.

"I saw you looking Gator." Kirby says, through a smile, presses his lips to his knee when Gator turns back to him.

"What? When? I thought I was bein subtle." Gator scratches at his cheek, his fingers brushing the edge of the bandages again.

"You weren't. At all. Like, not even a little." Kirby shakes their head at him.

"I saw you looking like, the second time you came to me for weed dude. It's why I invited you inside." Kirby tells him, chin resting on his knee now, he sees Gator's eyebrows jump up his forehead.

"What did you- did you think somethin was gonna happen?" Gator asks, sounding scandalized. Kirby laughs, shakes his head.

"No. But I figured inviting you in might make you relax. Get your hands out of your pockets and your shoulders down from around your ears. You were so tense man." Kirby chuckles at the memory.

"I didn't know if it was because you were buying weed. Or because of me." They sigh.

"Saw you lookin and figured maybe it was cuz of me. Or maybe it was both. Either way, inside was away from prying eyes." Kirby shrugs, reaches out and takes Gator's hand again.

"I didn't mind you looking. Just- wasn't sure what you were thinkin when you were." They squeeze Gator's hand, he squeezes back.

"I wasn't sure at first. I mean I wasn't- that's not something- that's allowed. In my house." Gator shakes his head. Kirby nods.

"I know. That's why I never did anything. Or said anything. I figured- if you wanted to do something about it, I'd just let you." Kirby turns Gator's hand in his, his fingers walking over the cast, moving to his arm and up his shoulder.

"Let you go at your own pace. Find your own way." Kirby scratches at Gator's shoulder and then drags his hand back down his arm, Gator sighs, leans into the touch.

"I'm just glad I figured it out." Gator mumbles, rubs at his nose.

"Glad I was brave enough to do somethin about it. That night. After the lake." Gator smiles, his body relaxing into his bed more.

"Me too." Kirby smiles, watches Gator for a moment.

"I should go. Let you get some rest. Are they- are they taking you away?" He'd been afraid to ask, his voice shaking a little, his heart picking up again.

"Yeah. Don't know how long. But my step mom. Or- my old step mom. Nadine. Or- she's goes by Dorthy now. Dot. She's- she said she'd visit. Bring me cookies. Anything else I need too." Gator shrugs, tries to play it off. Kirby sees his chest flutter, watches his lip wobble.

"I'll come visit too. Everyday if you want? I'll visit so much you'll get sick'a me." Kirby perks up, scoots forward in his chair, perched on the edge like a bird. Gator frowns, his hand going still in Kirby's.

"You'd come visit?" He sounds uncertain, like he thinks it might be a trick.

"Course I would. Snuck in here to see ya didn't I?" Kirby assures him, watches Gator's lip tremble again before he drags his teeth over it, he nods, swallows hard.

"Okay. Th-thanks." Gator stammers, Kirby opens their mouth to answer but the door clicking open cuts him off. Gator squeezes his hand, hard, Kirby's eyes are locked on where the door would be if there was no curtain.

"Shit." He breathes, barely makes a sound.

"Don't you worry. I won't be a minute." A woman's voice says, high and thick with that accent Kirby's come to enjoy so much. He moves his eyes to Gator when he loosens his grip. The door clicks shut again. Footsteps, coming toward them. The curtain pulls to the left and brings them face to face with a small mousy woman. Her eyes widen when they land on Kirby.

"Oh. Hey there." She says, easy, her suprise fading fast. She glances at the door, then back to Kirby.

"You sneak in during the shift change?" She asks, voice lowered. Kirby swallows, nods, too frightened to speak. She nods back, gives him an adorable smile.

"That was my plan too if they wouldn't let me in." She scrunches her face, her eyes land on Kirby and Gator's hands, their fingers still laced together, Kirby pulls their hand free quickly, shoves both hands into his lap.

"You a friend'a Gator's?" She asks, sweetly, as she moves around the other side of the bed.

"This is Kirby Na- sorry. Dorthy." Gator grimaces at his mistake. The woman doesn't seem to notice, just smiles at him, and then at Kirby, her hand moving to Gator's head, fingers dragging smoothly through his hair.

"It's a pleasure to meet ya Kirby. I'm Dorthy. Gator's... Gator's friend too." She hesitates, her eyes dropping to Gator's face and then back to Kirby.

"I saw you on the news ma'am." Kirby says, manners from a foster home long gone kicking in. She smiles at him again, and it's soft, and warm, and feels safe.

"Oh yeah? I'm sure I looked a mess." She shakes her head, laughs a little.

"You looked fine. Looked nice. Just- looked like a mom." Kirby shrugs, and she had. She'd looked a little rough around the edges, but ultimately, she'd looked like a mom, trying to get back to her kid.

"Well that's sweet of ya to say." She waves him off, looks back to Gator, her hand still in his hair.

"There gonna be takin him in about ten minutes. I just wanted to say goodbye. Til I see ya again." She leans down, kisses Gator's forhead. He smiles, nods, his teeth embedded in his lip so hard Kirby's worried it'll bleed. He's trying not to cry. Can't speak because of it.

"If you give me five minutes I'll distract 'em so you can sneak out. If ya want?" She's looking at Kirby again. He stares, doesn't mean to, but she's... odd. In a good way. Like she understands things, sees things the way Kirby does sometimes.

"Okay. I mean yeah that'd be- thanks." Kirby nods. She nods back, kisses Gator's head one more time, walks around the bed to Kirby.

"It's very nice to meet you Kirby." There's a weight to her words that Kirby feels deep in his chest. She doesn't know him, doesn't know them at all, but she means it. Kirby reaches out, takes her hand, shakes.

"You too ma'am. Really." He stands, she smiles, tugs him into a quick hug, just a tight squeeze, and then she's gone. The door shutting slowly behind her. When Kirby turns back, Gator is reaching for him, casted hand outstretched. Kirby grabs it immediately, crowds close to him on the bed.

"You gotta go." Gator whispers, pulling Kirby's hand to his chest.

"I know. I don't wanna." Kirby breathes, his head dropped to Gator's shoulder.

"Will you do me a favor? Before you go?" Gator asks, his voice shaking, Kirby can feel him trembling.

"Of course. What is it?" They ask, leaning up so they can see him. Gator's head is turned towards him, if he could see, he wouldn't be looking quite at him, just off to the side.

"Will you kiss me?" He licks his lips.

"I mean like really kiss me. So I know what it's like? So I get to have that? With you. Before I go." His head droops, his shoulders shake, Kirby thinks he might be crying, best he can. They take a deep breathe, and reach out, cupping Gator's face and tilting it up again.

"I'll kiss you anytime you want." Kirby whispers, breathes it like a promise against Gator's lips and then kisses him. Slow and deep. Gator clings to him, both hands fisted in the back of his shirt, pulling them closer. He whines into Kirby's mouth and groans when he pulls away.

"Any time you want." He breathes again, teeth dragging over Gator's bottom lip as he pulls back. Gator chases his lips, leans forward and groans again when Kirby presses their hand to his chest, stopping him.

"I'm gonna miss you." Gator breathes, and it sounds broken, his voice wrecked.

"Naw, you won't. I'm gonna be there every day 'memeber?" He moves his hand up, from Gator's chest to his hair, moves his fingers into it, scratches them against Gator's scalp and smiles when he hums, presses into the touch.

"You'll be sick'a me in no time." Kirby leans down, presses another quick kiss to his lips. He sees Gator open his mouth, to argue, he's sure. When they hear a crash in the hall, voices yelling, moving away from the door.

"That's my cue. I'll see you soon Gate. Real soon." Kirby squeezes his shoulder and moves away, keeping his eyes on Gator til he's at the door. Gator's hand raises in a wave, his fingers wiggling over his cast as the other hand presses to his lips. Kirby smiles, tears falling down his cheeks, and ducks out the door.

"Just smells good." Gator shrugs.

"Can you tell what kind of potatoes?" Kirby asks, leaning back into the couch and bumping their shoulders together. Kirby looks into the kitchen, Dot mouths "mashed" at him and smiles. Kirby nods, bites his lip and turns back to watch Gator sniff the air again.

"Uhh... maybe... m- mashed?" His face is scrunched up, his tone unsure.

"With garlic maybe?" He adds, tilting his head, "looking" at Kirby, instead of into the kitchen.

"Correct on the mashed. Unsure on the garlic. Scotty what do you say? You guys usin garlic in there?" Kirby calls, pressing his shoulder to Gator's.

"Yes! For the breads!" She calls back happily.

"Breads?" Kirby and Gator say, in synch. Wayne chuckles.

"Someone, couldn't decide if they wanted a loaf or pull apart rolls. So we're making both." Wayne explains, giving Scotty a pointed look. She blushes a little and looks into the bowl she's stirring.

"That sounds perfect to me. I love bread." Kirby says, sighing dreamily at just the thought. Gator bumps him with his knee.

"I'm suprised you're not fatter, all the bread you eat." Gator teases, bumping the back of his hand to Kirby's stomach and pulling it away just as fast.

"BREAD MAKES YOU FAT?!" Kirby shouts, the reaction Gator wanted, making him, and Scotty laugh at his dramatics. They'd watched that movie almost every night when Gator had gotten out of the hospital prison.

They settle into each other on the couch for a bit, listening and watching the movie. Kirby telling Gator what's happening every now and then when he makes a questioning face.

"You didn't just come down here did you?" Kirby asks, looking at Gator, he frowns a little, angling toward Kirby.

"No. I've been down here since breakfast. Why?" He looks curious, maybe a little on edge.

"I just... I have something for you. Thought maybe giving it to you in private would be better. I know how you are with feelings." Kirby teased, bumping their skinny thigh into Gator's.

"Oh yeah? And how am I with feelings?" Gator asks, his voice grumpy, but Kirby sees the corner of his mouth twitch.

"Bad." Kirby says, easy. It makes a laugh burst out of Gator. He shakes his head, moves to sit up, his hands on his knees.

"That's... fair. We can go to my room." He says, standing. Kirby stands as well, steps out of Gator's path.

"Lead the way." They hold their hand out and do a little bow, though Gator can't see it. He steps easily around the couch and the end table and walks toward the stairs, his feet staying close to the floor, feeling for anything he may trip over.

Kirby shuffles along behind him, taking the stairs carefully, he still manages to catch his toes on a step about half way up and tumble forward a bit, clearing his throat as he rights himself.

"Talk about the blind leading the blind." Gator mumbles ahead of him as he reaches the top of the stairs. Kirby scoffs, offended noise sharp in his throat, but hears Scotty and Dot giggling behind him and snorts as he dashes nimbly up the rest of the stairs.

Gator gets settled on his bed as Kirby closes the door behind them. They turn and watch their friend for a moment, the way he wiggles in place to get comfortable, tucking his legs and socked feet under neath him, cross legged. His hand reaches up to adjust the dark sunglasses on his face, frowning as he does it. Kirby feels warmth rush through his chest, down his arms to his hands, making his palms sweat.

He shuffles over to the bed and sits down, next to Gator but not too close.

"So what'd you get me?" Gator asks, aiming for light, nonchalant, and missing. He looks nervous.

"Oh! Um. Just... it's not... anything crazy. Um.. hang on." Kirby stands, digs around in his cargo shorts.

"I've got it here... somewhere." He mutters to himself, it makes Gator smile, listening to them rummage through their pockets.

"Ah ha! Got the little sucker." Kirby exclaims, plops back down on the bed.

"Here ya go." He reaches out with it, tucks the small gift into Gator's palm. He watches Gator moves it between his fingers, then between both hands.

"What is it?" He asks softly, his fingers moving gently over the soft fabric. Kirby wiggles a little closer.

"It's a sleep mask." He says, simple enough. And then his mouth gets going.

"I know you said the sunglasses bother you. Cuz they're so heavy. And I saw this and thought it might help." They shrug.

"Oh and it's got a little pocket. For a little gel ice pack thingy, right here." He reaches forward, guides Gator's fingers to where the small gel pack is tucked between the layers of fabric.

"It's hypoallergenic too, so it shouldn't irritate your skin or anything. And I thought the ice would be good for headaches, or just like... the phantom pains you get. And it's good for itching too! Ice. So that's... another good thing." Kirby bites his lip, wipes their palms on their shorts. His mouth feeling a bit dry. He watches Gator frown, his fingers moving over the band on the mask.

"And that's adjustable! So you can make it as tight or loose as you want it. Which I figured loose would be good. I know you don't like stuff tight on your face." Kirby takes a deep breath, feels like his whole body is flushed.

"And ya know, it's not flashy or anything so you could wear it out. Some people might think it's a bit weird, someone wearing a sleep mask. But mosta the folks around here know ya can't see, so I don't think they'd give ya any trouble." Kirby grimaces, whishes his fucking mouth would just, stop. He bites his lip, watches Gator hold his gift, watches him bring the cloth to his lips to feel it better. Watches him lower his hands back to the bed. Kirby worries at his lip as Gator "looks" at him.

"You... for me?" His voice sounds strained.

"Um... yeah? I just... I thought it might help?" Kirby curls his arms around himself.

"All that stuff... you said. You thought about all that? Just cuz I said I didn't like my glasses?" His brows are creased, his head tilted down now, "looking" into his lap. Kirby nods, remembers his own glasses and tosses them onto Gator's nightstand, not really needing them for this.

"I mean. At the store my thoughts were really just, oh, that might be better for him that the hard plastic of the sunglasses. But um... my mouth currently, seems to be thinking more in depth. I guess I just was trying to- oh!" Kirby flinches involuntarily when Gator's lips hit his face.

"Shit. Sorry." Gator mutters. Kirby rubs at his eye with his knuckle.

"I missed didn't I?" Gator asks with a grimace. Kirby barks a laugh, their hand slapping over their mouth.

"I mean...yeah. But ironically you hit me in the eye so like... kinda... poetic coincidence I think." He shurgs, watches Gator shake his head and blush. His fingers pushing up under the arm of his glasses, rubbing at the skin there.

"You wanna try it out?" Kirby reaches forward, taps the mask in Gator's hand.

"I won't look if you don't want me too." Kirby says, softly, already beginning to close his eyes.

"No it's... it's okay. You can- you can look." He sniffs, wipes at his nose and slowly pulls the sunglasses from his face.

The thing is, Kirby has seen his scars before. He'd helped Dot change the bandages a few times when they'd visited him. Dot demanding the changes so she could make sure he was healing okay. Wanted to see for herself.

They're not as bad as Gator probably thinks they are. He's still got both sets of eyelids, they're dark, his skin permanently singed it would seem. And each eye has a scared line, almost directly down the middle. He can't open them. Kirby is pretty sure the skin has all healed together.

He wants to touch. Always curious. But he doesn't. Hasn't asked. Yet. He will. One day. He knows he will. Knows himself enough to know he won't be able to stop himself from asking, but not today.

He watches Gator slip the mask over his face. Watches him frown a little as he adjusts it and gets it settled right. It's a simple grey and black stipe pattern, thin horizontal lines striking across his face.

"Look okay?" Gator asks, his fingers gently touching the edge resting against his cheek.

"Yeah. Looks-" Kirby clears his throat, rubs at his neck.

"Looks good. Does it feel okay?" Kirby asks. Gator nods, slow, and then holds his finger up. He reaches up, pulls the small gel pack out of the top slit, and sets it on the bed next to him.

"That's better." He nods, to himself mostly.

"Good. That's good." Kirby nods, his palms sweating again.

"You just gonna ignore me trying to kiss you?" Gator asks, ducking his head, his finger worring at a seam on his comforter.

"Wha- oh. No I wasn't... ignoring it." Kirby says, biting his lip so the nervous laughter he feels in his chest doesn't crawl up out of his throat.

"No?" Gator asks, his head still hanging.

"No. Just... have you ever tried to kiss someone with glasses? They get all smudgey, and your nose bumps into them, it's... I mean it's a mess." Kirby sighs, still trying to keep his nerves at bay.

"Oh. So you just wanted to get me out of my glasses? That it?" Gator asks, his head rising a little, Kirby can see the smile starting in the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah. Yeah exactly. Just... wanted you outta those." Kirby nods, wiggles a little further onto the bed so he doesn't fucking fall off the edge.

"Even though I missed?" Gator asks, voice hushed, brows furrowed. Kirby knows that look, knows that tone of voice. Gator's beating himself up about it.

"Dude you're literally blind. You were bound to miss." Kirby teases, but reaches forward, pressing his hand to Gator's jaw as he smiles at the soft jab.

"I used to be good at that kinda stuff." Gator sighs.

"Aww." Kirby coos, moves their thumb over Gator's cheek.

"I bet that's not true." He teases again, scrunching his face up.

"Okay. Fuck off." Gator huffs, reaching for Kirby and shoving at him.

"Hey." Kirby breathes, soft, quiet. Gator stops shoving, swallows hard.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"I wasn't ever good at it either. But-" he takes a deep breath.

"But what?" Gator asks, his fingers curling into the fabric of Kirby's shorts.

"I feel like... I'm good with you. Or... we're good... together? Some- something like that." Kirby shrugs, grimaces a little, knows he's not wording it the best. But Gator huffs a laugh, nods a little, and Kirby knows he gets it.

"Wanna try again?" Kirby asks, licking his lips. Gator nods again, his lips parting gently.

"Here." Kirby takes Gator's hand, moves Gator's fingertips across his lips, pressing kisses to each one as he guides Gator's hand to his face. His thumb lingers on Kirby's bottom lip, moves over the soft skin there as he leans closer.

"I won't miss this time." Gator breathes between them.

"I won't care if you do." Kirby whispers back, both of them laughing into their first kiss as Gator presses forward, moving his thumb away at the very last moment. His hand moving to Kirby's neck, pulling him closer.

Kirby moans into the kiss when Gator's tongue moves along his lips. Gator pulls back at the sound. Kirby opens his eyes in time to see the surprised look on Gator's face, his eyebrows high on his forhead, peaking out above the mask.

"What? I've been waiting a long time for this. Don't judge me Gator Tillman." He scolds, reaches up with both hands, grabs at Gator's shirt and pulls him back in. Gator laughs into his mouth and wraps his arms around them. He pulls them close to his chest and then rolls them, Kirby squawking at the sudden movement. Gator curls around him, tucks himself agaisnt Kirby, shoves his face into his neck and presses kisses into his skin, making Kirby squirm in his arms.

"Thank you." Gator breathes into his shoulder, settling on top of Kirby, a comforting heavy weight on their chest.

"For what?" Kirby asks, moving his fingers through Gator's loose hair, so happy he doesn't gel it down much anymore. Only asking because his thank you felt heavy.

"For caring so much. And over thinking so much. And talking sooo much." Gator teases, nosing at his cheek, fingers tickling over their ribs. Kirby laughs, breathy and jagged as he tries to get away from Gator's fingers.

Gator stills, settles on top of Kirby, his fingers moving carefully over Kirby's face, they move over his cheek and Gator presses a kiss there. They move over his nose, and Gator kisses him there as well. His other cheek, another kiss. His fingertips move over Kirby's lips again, just as gentle as before.

"I mean it. Thank you. For caring about me." Gator sighs, Kirby smiles up at him, knows he can't see it. But he can feel it. His fingers dip and hit Kirby's teeth and then he's smiling too, smiling down at Kirby and their whole body feels warm again.

"Thank you for the same." Kirby sighs, moving his hand to Gator's face, tracing his fingers over Gator's smile, it makes him smile more, wider, bright like it used to be, before everything got ripped apart.

Kirby snorts then, because they're just laying there, smiling at each other. It makes Gator laugh, and then he's kissing them again, soft and slow.