death by Ren (tyburn) wrote in warrantlogs, @ 2016-01-22 12:21:00 |
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When had it happened? Jaime doesn't remember a time when he hadn't known Liam. For all his life, the other man had been a solid presence in his life. A shadow. A passerby. A friend. Always a someone. Maybe even an everything. -but never like this. How had it all started? Slowly. Careless words (and the ones that were left unsaid). Dickwad Loser. The games that played out the way they had. Indiscreet touches that he realizes now, feel more like caresses. The flash of a deadly grin that he would recognize anywhere in a crowd. A kiss that still burns through him. The memory of a moan and a sigh in the men's room. Liam's or his own? He doesn't remember. Even the lies he tell himself and the feigned distance he puts between them when he feels himself losing control. Trapped. Falling. (And the all-consuming pain and guilt that comes thereafter). Tell the truth. No lies this time. "I love you, dumbass," he admits in a soft whisper against Liam's head, the gentleness of Liam's slumbering breaths giving him the confidence to say what he never could before. Jaime settles his cheek there, breathing in the scent of him. His hands find Liam's and he just holds it, his arms cradling Liam against his chest on the hospital bed that was starting to feel more like theirs instead of Liam's. Are you sure, a voice asks, small full of doubt. Jaime isn't sure, but right then and there, he is pretty damn satisfied with how much he wanted the chance to be sure. It was enough for now. "Everything will get better." I promise. |