Every time you write something I just think it's the greatest thing you have ever done so this is the greatest thing until next time okay?
Ezra kicks the basket of laundry Christian had been folding, boxers and t-shirts and the sweatshirt he had to buy for work scattering around the living room. And Christian doesn't even react because he's a patient little darling that's so sweet In the feels
He says, “Yeah?’’ with a guarded voice and Ezra looks up, eyes hooded. He blinks and it matches Christian’s heartbeat – quick like a hummingbird; panicked. WRERRRRAUGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH that's like supposed to be a pained chewbacca noise you know
Chris stares at him, lets his shoulders droop on a sigh. He swallows back the absurd lump in his throat and says, “Fuck.” That's so appropriate cause he's like "well now I gotta handle this" and he pulls on his big boy pants
He doesn’t move until Christian does, and then it’s only to scoot over in the armchair when Chris walks over, lets the older boy crowd into his space until he can mould into his side like heated glass, fragile as he shapes himself against the curve of Christian’s flank.
Like holding Chris is like holding something that he's been missing for too long. WRERRRRAUGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH
“It’s Saturday,” Christian says, and it sounds strange to his own ears, strange and hollow. Runs cold in his veins. “You don’t – it’s Saturday.”
“You should… I should probably go.” YES EZRA STAY PLEASE
"Wash that mug when you’re done," he says, landing a kiss behind Ezra’s ear and feeling like watching this skinny teenager stand in his underpants in the kitchen is the most intimate thing he’s ever done.
"I'll see you upstairs in a minute," Ezra says back. Christian throws the dish cloth at him and races to his bedroom with an irrational hope that Ezra doesn’t change his mind. THAT'S LOVE THAT'S OUR KIND OF LOVE I WANT TO STEAL YOUR UNDERWEAR AND WEAR IT IN YOUR KITCHEN BEAUTIFUL
Ezra snorts and shrugs off the hand Christian lands on his flank. "Don’t call me a goddamn kid, you asshole." Why would you call him a kid Chris come on
"I told them I’m staying at a friend," he says later, when Christian is getting up to go to the bathroom, limbs heavy.
"Okay," Christian says, because okay. He never expected much else, really. cause like he wants Ezra to tell his parents about them or something and it's like all the tragedy and all the love at the same time and this is the most satisfying angst/fluff crossbreed I have ever read omfg
Ezra kicks the basket of laundry Christian had been folding, boxers and t-shirts and the sweatshirt he had to buy for work scattering around the living room.
And Christian doesn't even react because he's a patient little darling that's so sweet In the feels
He says, “Yeah?’’ with a guarded voice and Ezra looks up, eyes hooded. He blinks and it matches Christian’s heartbeat – quick like a hummingbird; panicked.
WRERRRRAUGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH
that's like supposed to be a pained chewbacca noise you know
Chris stares at him, lets his shoulders droop on a sigh. He swallows back the absurd lump in his throat and says, “Fuck.”
That's so appropriate cause he's like "well now I gotta handle this" and he pulls on his big boy pants
He doesn’t move until Christian does, and then it’s only to scoot over in the armchair when Chris walks over, lets the older boy crowd into his space until he can mould into his side like heated glass, fragile as he shapes himself against the curve of Christian’s flank.
Like holding Chris is like holding something that he's been missing for too long.
WRERRRRAUGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH
“It’s Saturday,” Christian says, and it sounds strange to his own ears, strange and hollow. Runs cold in his veins. “You don’t – it’s Saturday.”
“You should… I should probably go.”
YES EZRA STAY PLEASE
"Wash that mug when you’re done," he says, landing a kiss behind Ezra’s ear and feeling like watching this skinny teenager stand in his underpants in the kitchen is the most intimate thing he’s ever done.
"I'll see you upstairs in a minute," Ezra says back. Christian throws the dish cloth at him and races to his bedroom with an irrational hope that Ezra doesn’t change his mind.
THAT'S LOVE THAT'S OUR KIND OF LOVE I WANT TO STEAL YOUR UNDERWEAR AND WEAR IT IN YOUR KITCHEN BEAUTIFUL
Ezra snorts and shrugs off the hand Christian lands on his flank. "Don’t call me a goddamn kid, you asshole."
Why would you call him a kid Chris come on
"I told them I’m staying at a friend," he says later, when Christian is getting up to go to the bathroom, limbs heavy.
"Okay," Christian says, because okay. He never expected much else, really.
cause like he wants Ezra to tell his parents about them or something and it's like all the tragedy and all the love at the same time and this is the most satisfying angst/fluff crossbreed I have ever read omfg
"Okay, Ez."
WRRRRRRRAUGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHA;KSDJ;OIAU;KSDK;H;KJHAKLGHJKSDFHJKLSDHJF