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06.24.2012 , 04:12 AM |
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Just for you:
Rites of Passage
Broan kicked the covers away. He was starting get to uncomfortable in the warmth. The smell of slight burning jolted him fully awake. A faint buzzing sound was coming from the other room. He rolled out of the bed and called out. Rochester greeted him good morning and then the buzzing continued.
"Ah, there you are," Broan smiled at the sight. Rochester was standing over the sink, a personal laser-shaver in his hand, removing small reds hairs from his neck and chin. Broan walked over and wrapped his arms around the other man's waist. He had been disappointed to see Rochester was wearing a vest, but feeling the man beneath was pleasant enough. "You're a bit chilly, how long have you been up?" He kissed Rochester's neck and squeezed his waist.
"Not long. You're just warm." Broan stroked the vest, marvelling at how soft it was.
"Why are you wearing this?" He pulled gently at the fabric, smirking slightly when a bit of pale skin was revealed.
"Don't." His tone was soft. Broan gave another playful tug, this time fully pulling the front of the vest out the shorts. "Don't." Rochester grabbed Broan's wrist. His skin started to discolour to a much paler green.
"Rochester that hurts. Let me go," Rochester relented, but still held a defiant look in his eyes. Broan rubbed his wrist, using it as an excuse to put some distance between them. "They're just scars. Everyone has them." He gestured to the scar marring his chest. A training sabre had malfunctioned in his youth, costing him his left n*pple.
"These are not just scars." He dropped the shaver and walked out of the bathroom.
"So you've got a few bits of metal under there as well. It doesn't matter," Broan followed, reaching out to touch Rochester on the shoulder. His heart cracked just the tiniest bit as Rochester pulled away. "I still..." He trailed off, unsure how of how to express his feelings.
"Just get out," He sounded far away, even weak. Broan rested a hand on his shoulder and Rochester merely slumped. He started to shake slightly, the tremors rippling through his body. "You don't... you wouldn't understand."
Broan gently turned him around, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I can try."
Rochester collapsed, sobbing. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Broan held him as they sunk to the floor. He stroked Rochester's back, idly noting where the little metal ridges of the spine implants started. He was mumbling beneath the tears. Broan did not try to make out what was being said. In time, he mused, Rochester would tell him. They sat there for a long while, Broan gently moving his hand up and down, trying to soothe and not really knowing how.
"I love you." His voice was barely above a whisper. Broan sat there, waiting for Rochester's reaction, but the other man had fallen into a deep and troubled sleep.
Because the key moments in a relationship are moments when your partner is comfortable enough to cry around you and when you say 'I love you' for the first time.
That scene was supposed to end in an argument, but these boys have a way of being overly sweet with each other, in spite of what I keep telling them to do.