Pix (inspiteofcages) wrote in odysseyic, @ 2018-04-04 10:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | blake, ethan |
Getting Back to Basics
Who: Ethan and Blake
Setting: Their room, not long after the boat leaves Stockholm
Ethan trudged back to his room from the medbay, still in the clothes from god-knew-when, aching kind of all over, and so, so, so happy to feel the boat move under his feet. He let himself into the apartment, then went right for his room, turning on the shower and peeling out of his clothes before climbing into it. He needed a break, to stop worrying. To never visit Stockholm ever again. Ever. And a drink. Ten drinks.
He had to wonder if they were going to drag Blake in for work, if he was going to have to be busy, since the security folks he’d passed from medbay were running around. There were murmurs about refugees, people that made it on the boat without permission. Ethan really hoped there was someone who wasn’t his boyfriend that could deal with that.
Blake did need to help out with what was going on onboard. There were people everywhere, faces that did not belong on the ship but looking for safety. There were people hurt and he was sure there were people that were not on the up and up. Security probably needed to be on high alert. Luckily for him, there were shifts, and his shift would be later after he could get cleaned up and tend to any wounds he may have and rest.
He had followed Ethan back to the room quietly and in their bedroom he stripped off his shirt and went into the bathroom, first watching Ethan undress and get in the shower before looking at himself in the mirror. There were bruises on his face, arms and a good sized one on the side close to his ribs where he’d taken a few good hits when in the mob. A hissing sound came from him as he lightly pressed at the edges of the on on his ribs.
“Do you have any open wounds?” He asked as he then started to shrug out of his jeans, thinking maybe he could join Ethan in the shower.
“Nah,” Ethan said, ducking his face under the water, letting it run over him before pulling back and pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Little banged up, but they wouldn’t have let me out of Tris’ room down in the medbay if I did.” He closed his eyes again, letting the water fall on his face. Just trying to find some peace.
Blake didn’t say anything. Instead, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Ethan and pulled him against his chest. He needed to hold him, to know he was alright. It wasn’t anything more than just holding him, feeling him take breaths, feeling the beat of his heart. “That was all a bit too close for comfort,” he said, letting out a breath of air.
Ethan leaned back, letting his head rest against Blake’s chest, closing his eyes and just staying there. God, how badly had he needed that. Just that. “Too close,” he agreed. “I don’t...don’t want that ever again.”
“Me either,” Blake said, still holding Ethan to him, making sure the spray of water just hit their bodies and not their face. “But what happened before…” he paused and let a small smile pull at his lips. “I’d like for that to happen again.”
Ethan hummed, purposefully acting as if he had no idea what Blake was talking about. “Which part? The part where you broke that guy’s arm? Or punched him? You looking to join some sort of secret fight club?”
“You know exactly what part I am talking about,” Blake said, turning them so that the water could hit his back and shoulders. “The part in the hotel room.”
“Mmm, right, first rule of fight club. Can’t talk about it.” Ethan teased, then laughed when Blake turned him. “Maybe the bit about how I feel about you? That part?”
Blake gave him a wry look and then sighed. Sometimes, Ethan was a pain in the ass, but Blake loved him. “Yes, that part,” he murmured. “Wasn’t very fair that you finally say the words and then we had to run for our lives,” he gave a soft smile. “Just wanted to make sure that wasn’t going to be the last time I would hear those words.”
Ethan turned, leaning up to cup Blake’s cheeks and pull him down so they were closer to eye level. “You get to hear them again because you saved us. We owe you for that.” He kissed Blake lightly. “So yes, I love you.”
Blake savored the kiss, but he savored the words even more. He took a breath in and let himself feel how it felt, to know that Ethan loved him in return. “Oh, I see…” he smirked. “I have to do something big, like save us from death, to hear the words?” He teased him. “I love you, too, Ethan Clarke, just glad you finally came around to it.”
“See,” Ethan said, wrapping his arms around Blake’s neck even if it put him up on his tiptoes. “That sounded totally romantic as a notion, then it happened and really, no, you don’t. You have to be careful and come back to me in one piece, always.” Because he was pretty sure Blake was his one shot. His final and only shot.
Blake smiled, his arms tightening around Ethan. “Good, because I plan to stay out of situations like earlier as much as possible,” he promised him. “I plan on always coming back to you. Always,” he lowered his head to nip at his lips. “Just as long as you come back to me in one piece.”
Ethan liked the playful kiss and returned it with one of his own. “Always. Or well, physically.” He had a feeling it was going to be Blake he crawled to if he fell apart. He worked his fingers into Blake’s hair and pulled him down for a longer, more heated kiss.