Chase Atlantic One Shots

Comfort Me

Words: 1254

Written: February 20, 2021

Summary: During the darkest of nights, Mitchel and Kras lay sound asleep. A brutal storm wakes up Michel and cuts off the power. Now in a pitch-black room, Christian tries to comfort his frightened boyfriend.

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   Screaming can be heard through the thin dorm walls, yet the pair lay silently. They both hover over reality, slipping in and out of peaceful dreams. A loud snore escapes Christian's throat, jolting Mitchel awake.

   The pale boy looks around the dimly lit room. Christian soundly asleep beside him and everything as it should be. He softly lays back down. He starts to drift back to sleep when he hears thunder.

   The weatherman predicted a thunderstorm late that night, but Mitchel hoped that he would sleep right through it. However, his wish would not come true.

   Mitchel had been frightened of storms ever since a small child. Logically he knew that they wouldn't hurt him, but the idea that they could scares the shit out of him. The thought of pure electricity striking him from the heavens keeps him awake. As Mitchel lays on his bed, he sees flashes of bright light flutter through the dorm's closed blinds.

   BOOM.

   Another large strike of thunder. This time striking a little too close to their building. The power of the building screams as it dies.

   Mitchel quickly sits up in the now pitch-black room. The night light that he always kept running is now turned off. He couldn't see his hands in front of him, although he could feel his breath.

   His body starts to quiver, shaking the bed and Christian in it. The storm continues to get closer to the pair, and as it gets closer it gets louder. Each crash of thunder causes Mitchel's body to violently shake.

   BOOM.

   The bed trembles as Mitchel jumps up. He couldn't sit here any longer.

   His wobbly legs guide him to the hallway, where he holds onto the walls for protection and support. He gradually makes his way to the small tile bathroom. The room is unoccupied, but the smell from Christian's bean taco still lingers.

Mitchel struggles to make his way into the ceramic tub. His legs are weak, making it harder for him to step over the tub's edge, but he still manages to make it. He sits on the tub's floor, pulling his knees to his chest. He wraps his arms around his legs and starts to sway back and forth, tightly hugging his limbs.

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In the bedroom, Christian slowly becomes conscious again. His dream quickly vanishes from his mind as he turns over on his side.

"I just had the worse dream, bub. We were on stage and you lifted a fan up. You then kissed her and started to make out with her. You did something else but I don't remember what. Mitty?"

Christian feels the spot next to him. His hand glides past the spot where Mitchel should be, instantly sending his mind to the worst possibilities.

What if there's a killer in the apartment and he's at the foot of the bed? What if it's a crazy fan? I knew we should've gotten security.

"Mitchel!" Christian calls out again, but there's no reply.

Christian quickly sits up. He pulls the cover off of his body and firmly stands up. He starts to step forward but stops. He had gotten up too fast. His body starts to sway as he starts to get lightheaded.

~
Ever since Christian was a small boy, he had always watched himself when he got up. If he started moving around too quickly right after standing or sitting up, he would pass out. On one occasion, Christian got up too quickly, as he was running very late for school. He had speedily walked to the bathroom, where he proceeded to pass out, hitting his head on the ceramic sink as he fell. He was rushed to the hospital where he was informed of his low blood pressure.
~

As Christian stands in front of his bed, he grabs the nightstand for support. His head is starting to calm down and become less dizzy.

"God damn!" Christian whispers to himself.

He swiftly moves throughout the dorm trying to look for Mitchel. He was not in the kitchen, nor was any robber. Everything looks in place, so Christian moves onto the next room. The living room.

The wooden floors creak underneath Christian's weight. Mitchel isn't here either. The pillows are still fluffed, and no butt grooves in the recently vacuumed couch cushions.

BOOM.

Christian hears Mitchel whimper in another room. He walks closer to the sound, realizing it's coming from the bathroom. Christian can hear Mitchel's breathy words over the sound of the running shower.

"Ah geez, not again," Christian sighs.

~
Whenever Mitchel goes into a panic attack, he'll run the shower. No matter what he's wearing or doing, he'll start up the shower and jump in it fully clothed. Mitchel said it 'helped ease his thoughts', but Christian just sees it as a spike in their water bills.
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"Mitchel?" Christian tiptoes into the bathroom.

Christian slowly approaches the other boy. He sees Mitchel cradling himself underneath the running shower, and the small night light in the bathroom turned off.

"Did the power go out?" Christian squats down next to the tub.

"Mhm"

"Aw bub, come here."

Christian climbs into the tub with this boyfriend. He wraps his arms around the squished-up man, squeezing him tight. Christian tries to steady his breathing, in attempts to calm Mitchel down.

"It's okay, Mitty," Christian swipes a wet braid off of Mitchel's face.

Christian places his forehead against Mitchel's and two sit there with their faces smooshed together. Christian could feel Mitchel's racing heartbeat as he removed his hands from around Mitchel. He steadily grabs Mitchel's hands, takes a deep breath through his nose, and releases the air from his mouth. Mitchel follows Christian's breathing, but it isn't working. Mitchel's breathing is still out of control.

"Shhhh it's okay Mitchel, you're safe. I won't let you go."

Christian continues to do breathing exercises and Mitchel mimics them, but they still aren't working.

"Okay bub, I need you to find 5 items in this room. Say what each item is out loud." Christian whispers over the running water.

Mitchel slowly lifts his head and looks around the room "Sink," his voice quivers. "Soap, brush," each word calms Mitchel down. "Toilet," Mitchel looks back at Christian, "boyfriend."

"I'm not an object, goof. But I'll take it," Christian chuckles with Mitchel.

Mitchel's breathing starts to steady again and he stops shaking as badly.

"Can I turn the water off now?" Christian kisses Mitchel's hand.

Mitchel nods his head. The water abruptly stops, leaving the couple alone in the dark. The darkness starts to overwhelm Mitchel again, causing his breathing to quicken.

"Hey, I told you I won't leave you. I got you bub. You're safe." Christian places his head back onto Mitchel's. "Come on, why don't we stretch out a bit, huh?"

Christian slowly rises. He extends his hand down to Mitchel, pulling him up to his feet. The pair stand in the wet tub holding each other as water droplets fall off of their pajamas.

The power screeches as it comes back to life. The small nightlight in the bathroom flickers back on, releasing a relaxing effect over Mitchel.

"See that? I told you that you're safe with me," Christian places a gentle kiss on Mitchel's lips. "You're safe with me."