The Boy Next Door

The Confession

Molly looked out the window, seeing Anthony gone from the porch. "Uh...Lucio he's gone." She said, pointing at the window as he walked over. "Maybe he went to find somewhere to hang out a while longer, or maybe he's with Alastor. They were together when he came back." He said calmly. "I don't like it. He shouldn't be out on his own." She said nervously. "He's an adult molly, he can handle himself." He said simply. "It's not fair, he didn't do anything wrong." Molly sighed. "Who knows how long it'll be until pops let's him back in." She said solemnly. Lucio sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "I know mollz... he's in a delicate state right now. But I think being here will help him." Molly leaned into her brothers embrace. Eyes shutting for a moment. "I hope you're right."

Anthony sat silently as Alastor cupped his cheek. Wondering how he was supposed to react. And as simple as that may sound, it was anything but simple in his head. Something about the situation, brought things back. Memories he had pushed aside or otherwise forgotten about. Feelings he had forgotten about.

It was no different to Alastor. He wasn't sure why he did it. But it felt so natural to him, while at the same time wrong. He never felt Anthony was anything to be viewed in such a way, but he found himself wondering. Wondering what had happened in all that time in-between that changed him. When he started having these raised nerves. When he started leaving conversations. But he also found himself wondering what would have happened in that moment if he kissed him.
He was right there in front of him, they were alone. And Anthony wasn't pushing him away. He could have, and the weirdest part was, he wanted too.

Anthony's mind was rushing. Part of him loved being held by him, but a much louder and more prominent part of him was begging for him to let go. These were feelings Anthony fought so hard to push away, he spent so long trying to be normal. And now this was just giving everything, every single memory a chance to re-surface. The way he looked at him, the way he wondered what Alastor looked like while he was gone. All of those summer days he spent with Alastor in the hot sun....Hot...heat....
Hot water.
Anthony felt a shiver up his spine at the thought.

The sudden reaction from Anthony brought Alastor back to reality, slowly lowering his hand. "I'm...sorry, I don't know what came over me." He said quickly. Anthony nodded his head slowly. Shutting his eyes for a second. 'Forget the thoughts, forget Alastor, forget the water.'
"It's fine. Let's just...go to sleep." He said sheepishly. Alastor nodded, even if he wanted to stay with him longer. Slowly standing up and walking to the door, leaving Anthony in his room. "Good night..."

Anthony sat silently on his bed. Running a hand gently over his arm, just hardly grazing it. His head was rushing once again as he tried to come back to grips. Closing his eyes and shaking his head, mentally scolding himself for even thinking such things. Undoing the top few buttons of his shirt. He laid back carefully on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows for a second before fully laying down. Hissing through clenched teeth at the sudden feeling against his back. Taking a moment to get used to it. He doubted he would be able to sleep, it was almost impossible to do so without any form of painkiller. So this would have to due.

Alastor stood halfway down the steps. 'What did I just do?' He kept asking himself. Looking around frantically for a moment. He had never thought about having emotions like this, he had never shown interest in another man. Then again, never held any interest in women either. Then an idea came to mind. Once thought Alastor's smile fell. Standing wide eyed. He wasn't sick like that, was he? Looking back his bedroom door, he felt his heartbeat in his chest. 'Am I? And if I am, does he know?'
Alastor pushed those thoughts aside for now, walking down to the couch and laying down. It would be difficult to fall asleep that night, but not impossible. Slowly drifting off, he shut his eyes. Only wondering what Anthony was thinking.