Ship: FTM!Foolish x Sam x FTM!Ponk
Type: Fluff
TW: Crying, being insecure
No one is judging you if you can't read this, take care of yourself.
Prompt/Notes: Alright burnouts done and I'm in the mood to write again :)
Excuse the bad writing as I (hopefully) get back into it
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Foolish sighed as he looked in the mirror, rubbing his hands over his aching ribs with a small hiss of pain. He turned his body to the side and ran his hands down his chest, watching his movements in the mirror.
He smiled softly and grabbed his gray shirt from the floor, slipping it over his head and looking back at his chest in the mirror.
He knew he had been in the bathroom for a little too long now.
He knew that his boyfriends saw how uncomfortable he looked when he scurried off the couch and into the bathroom.
He knew they heard the door slam and the lock click, and he knew they didn't hear his sobs slightly afterwards.
He had since calmed down but the pains in his chest and back didn't. The pale binder had been on his chest for over 3 days, only coming off one to shower before immediately being slipped back on.
There was a reason he didn't take it off right now, why the material was the equivalent of glued onto his chest, shoulders, and back.
He was visiting his boyfriends for two weeks, meaning that they slept together, cuddled together, and were with each other as much as possible.
And Foolish wasn't out to them.
He was taking his testosterone in secret as well, keeping to himself more than he wanted too.
He really wanted to accept when he was invited to shower with them but couldn't, he couldn't bring himself to disappoint them by coming out and packing his bags after only 3 days.
His chest was screaming at him, begging for a break, but he wouldn't listen. What if they laid down to cuddle before bed and one of them felt his chest by accident? He would break down just then and there.
He was in a death stare with himself, taken out of his own mind by a knock on the bathroom door.
"Baby? You okay?"
"YeAh.." He groaned hearing his voice break, exposing his lie to Ponk. "I'm coming out now anyways!"
He sighed and peeled his eyes from the mirror to unlock and open the door, looking up to his boyfriend with a small smile.
"Sorry, I-"
He was cut off because Ponk hugged him, wrapping his arms around Foolish's shoulders and pushing the shorter man's face into his chest. (hehe foolish short boi in this)
He held him in the embrace for a few moments before sliding his hands down Foolish's arms slowly, descending down his sides, then to his hips. Foolish squirmed and shoved his face further into Ponk's chest.
He wasn't used to touching like that, he always shifted away, too afraid that they would make fun of his slightly chubby stomach and his thicker thighs or find his binder.
He heard Ponk giggle before bending down and sliding his hands to the back of Foolish's thighs and picking him up, the latter wrapping his legs around Ponk's waist on instinct.
