#smalm

As they continued down the sidewalk, the couple spotted an ice cream store nearby to stop at and have a quick snack. When they’d grabbed their treat – a quick salted caramel ice cream – the owner had actually came out to place some flyers right by the entrance. Apparently her cat had gone missing and she’d been looking now for a few days and hoped that any passerby’s would be able to help.

John took one of the flyers as he stepped outside the shop with Anthony and read over the sheet, going over the details of the lost feline. It was a black cat, kind of big, with bright gold eyes and a short tail that you could spot from a distance.

 John looked at Anthony with pouting lips, hoping that he’d help search for the cat since they were near the area. Anthony stared at him for a few seconds, looking over the cute, round cheeks and the overlap of his lower lip in begging fashion, John’s eyes staring through the sunglasses on his face wide and round.

Sighing in defeat, Anthony agreed to help John spot for the cat while they continued down the road together.

 They started up north of the store front before coming back and heading the other directions, though they returned with little luck. About an hour had passed then, and the two decided that they’d continue on back home.

Disappointed, John leaned on Anthony’s shoulder while they waited for a light to change so they could walk, and he stared at the ground with a frown.

Anthony rubbed his shoulder and started walking him along the crossway when their signal had finally flashed on.

 That’s the moment John’s ears perked and he turned his head to see a black cat sitting in the middle of the road with a limp to one of its paws, some of the fur having been bitten away. His eyes widened and he stood straight up, pointing towards it with surprise.

Anthony followed the direction of his finger and his grip had become loose when John bolted towards the middle of the street, dropping the cone of ice cream with a splat. His eyes grew large with fear as he tried to step out of the lines when a car came out of nowhere in the direction of John, and he threw his hand out to try and reach him, horns blaring in his ears. He screamed out John’s name, listening to something fall and crack on the ground when the car had blurred past, tires screeching across the asphalt and disappearing.

 His heart beat his ears deaf as he watched, eyes filling with tears while what little traffic around him came to a stop. The walking meter had already ended and the lights of the streets had already flipped from green to red.

While the cars around him honked, he finally forced his shaking legs to start moving him out onto the street to reach John, spotting him bent over on the ground. He shook his head and shut his eyes, tears spilling when he fell to his knees and reached a gentle hand out to John’s body, feeling it twitch beneath his finger.

 He screamed and fell back when John sat up, holding the cat in his arms, and started wiping at his eyes in shock. He tensed entirely and stared at his boyfriend, not sure if he was dreaming or dead.

John’s hand grabbed at his arm and dragged him off the street back to the sidewalk they had come from to return the cat to the owner.

Anthony stood outside the ice cream shop, grabbing John by the collar when he had exited and throwing him back against one of the walls.

 “What the fuck is wrong with you,” Anthony screamed.

“Anthony, I-“

“Why did you go off and run like that?”

“Anth-“

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to grab the cat – which is the dumbest thing ever!”

“I’m-“

“Why are you such a fucking dumbass? Stop being a Smarty! I can’t bel- I c-can’t…believe…” Anthony trailed off and his fingers started to slide off of John’s collar, opening up loosely to slide down his chest and pull him into a tight hug. Tears were cascading his cheeks while he shook against his boyfriend’s body, gripping him tight like he were a balloon and not ready to let go.

“Jesus, Anthony, I’m fine. Look, see? Not a scratch.” John looked down at his arms where the cat had freaked and clawed a little. “Well, a few scratches. But I’m fine! Chill…”

“Chill?” Anthony growled, pulling his head back while he glared tearfully at John. “You want me to chill after that dumbass act you pulled back there? Excuse me?”

 John’s eyes widened. He could feel Anthony breathing hard against him with eyes red and puffy, his lips trembling as much as his body was. He hadn’t seen Anthony this freaked out ever in his life – or this angry, either.

 “Okay,” he started. “Okay…you’re right. It was…it was a really, really dumb idea. But I got the cat?”

“God, you’re such a fucking imbecile sometimes…”

“But I’m your imbecile.”

“I know and I absolutely hate it.” Anthony glared down at the ground and John giggled, wrapping his arms around his neck.

“I love you, too…come on, let’s just get back home before I do anything else.”

“That’s the smartest thing I’ve heard you say my entire life.”

 John scoffed, pretending to be offended by the statement. Anthony simply smiled and allowed him to wipe his tears away before feeling the same hands cup his face and bring him slowly into a kiss.

Anthony inhaled slowly and squeezed his arms around John’s waist, holding him close while their lips danced gently together. He could still taste the salty sweet flavor of the ice cream they’d dropped to the ground.

When they pulled apart, Anthony stared into John’s eyes with a soft glare and shook his head slightly. “And now, I don’t owe you anything. If anything you owe me more.”

 “Uh, okay, hold on. You didn’t pull me away.”

“But you’re alive now aren’t you?”

 John stared back at Anthony and decided not to press forward with the joking argument, simply pressing their lips back together tight, his fingers squeezing the top of Anthony’s fuzz.

 “Fine, you don’t owe me anymore.”

“Good, because I have something planned later for what you owe me, now.”

“God, you’re unbelievable.”

“Am I?”

Fuck, John, come on, he told himself, throwing his hands behind his head as his brows furrowed together in annoyance at himself. You’ve been dating for a year now and you still can’t get yourself to ask if he would be okay having sex. The man’s given you blowjobs, for fuck’s sake! 

Smarty grunted and shut his eyes, throwing his head back while he groaned. Just ask him if he’s okay having full on sex. Like the whole deal. Pants off, dick out, or rather inside. Come on, John, you can’t go back to asking for just a blowjob when you want the man to fuck you silly.

“Well,” GaLm said with a laugh, “I don’t mind. It’s been so damn long and you’re so damn cute when you’re flustered.”

“What?!” Smarty exclaimed, coughing as he nearly fell out of his chair. “What are you talking about?”

“You just said you want me to fuck you silly.”

“Not out loud! Did I…”

“Uh, yeah out loud. Unless I can suddenly hear your thoughts?”

“Demon! Witch! Begone!” Smarty smiled and shook his head. “Damn it, okay, yeah, I’ve been…I’ve been hesitating to ask. I didn’t really know how to ask you. I mean I’m not saying your blowjobs weren’t great, I just really needed a little more than that but I didn’t know how I would ask you and then I’ve just had this building sexual tension but then-”

“Oh shut up, Smarty,” GaLm interrupted, already having pulled Smarty towards him by the collar, their lips pressed together in heat. He wraps his fingers around his hair and has to pull back to breathe, their breaths heavy in exchange. 

GaLm smiles and brings Smarty to the wall, pushing him back and kneeling onto the floor to kiss his stomach. His hands reach beneath his shirt and his lips don’t miss a beat as the fabric starts to lift up and over Smarty’s head, tossed aside to the floor. His hands cradle Smarty’s waist and pull him close, his entire body pushing Smarty back so that there’s little breathing distance from his neck to the wall, and GaLm takes advantage of the moment to get a hickey light and fresh on the warm skin. 

Smarty whines, his annoyance at peak when his hands grab at GaLm’s shirt still covering his body, GaLm smiling in response as he lifts it over and tosses it elsewhere before grabbing Smarty to throw him onto the bed. 

He gets up behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, kissing at his neck where he knows Smarty is sensitive, and Smarty can’t help but start to giggle.

“What?” GaLm reacted, unable to help himself from laughing along. “What’s so funny?”

“It tickles!” Smarty replied, grin bright on his face. 

“That’s not what you said when I left you a hickey.”

“But you weren’t moving your lips everywhere that time, you were just sucking on the one spot!”

“Alright, you have a point,” GaLm agreed, and attacked his neck with kisses again, holding Smarty close so he couldn’t fight back.

“Aaah, GaLm!” Smarty squeaked out, sqealing and squirming with laughter in the tight grasp.

When GaLm’s array of attacks let up, Smarty finally caught his breath and sighed, his sides and chest hurting from laughing so much. “So…you’re okay with us going further?”

“Of course I am,” GaLm replied, nuzzling his face into Smarty’s neck and leaving light kisses along his shoudler. “I love you, you know that right?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then don’t hesitate to ask me,” GaLm said with a smile. “Even if it sounds weird, just go ahead.”