Adorably Silly (ENDED)

Coming back

Can's POV

We stayed embraced on the couch, in silence. We stayed like that for a long time. It was nice to feel "normal" again. My boyfriend was hugging me; I felt his chest on my back and his arms over mine. Our hands were intertwined and his scent enveloped me, like this, now, I feel safe. We are in a rented apartment, with a beautiful view. It's just that now my part of the story comes ... He was strong and told me about his feelings, it was my turn to be brave.

I opened my mouth but the words did not come out, a small tremor began to run through my body. Tin immediately wrapped his arms around me and held me down, so my shaking wouldn't get out of control.

I think I'm not ready yet. When I wanted to speak, I feel that now I see clearly what happened, but I don't want to relive it or put it into words.

— You don't have to talk if you're not ready. —Tin whispered to me— on Friday a psychologist will come and it would be good if you spoke with him.

A psycologist? Tell someone other than Tin? I don't want that! I started to move and deny.

— No! I'll tell you ... —I took a breath— but please, don't make me tell someone else.

I let go, turned and buried my face in his chest.

— Ask him, how all this should be done, —I took his shirt between my fingers and played with the fabric—, but please ... don't make me relive that in front of someone else. —I begged him.

Tin hugged me tight and we started rocking.

— It's okay baby, it's okay.

When we stood still, I felt lousy.

— I'm better, really. —I needed him to believe me.

—I know. —He smiled and caressed my face.

I felt something, there was a part of me that wanted to get away, but I struggled and let the tip of his finger run over my face. It was quick, but I still had to fight the urge to flee, shit! I just want to be normal again ... I took a deep breath and broke away, got up.

— I want to be alone for a while, okay?

— Of course.

Tin's POV

Things with Can remain the same. I can hug him, kiss him on the head and caress his face. He insists on sleeping with me and does not let go of me at night. Wear my shirts or pajamas when I'm not ...

Today is Friday and I have already made an appointment with Dr. Wang. Obviously, I am alone.

The appointment was long. I explained everything to the doctor, everything, without exceptions. That includes the moment of Can's trauma: I told him that when I arrived, Chao was dressed, that I was not sure if they had engaged in anal intercourse. But at the same time, I found secretions in his private areas. He told me that I should have denounced him ... I'm sure my brother achieves a type of justice that does not look very good for the police ... but would fulfill my expectations.

But ultimately, he told me that it may be a Post-traumatic Stress Disorder. He believes that Can has improved a lot in a short time, he means that he lets me touch him and in turn he touches me. But he would still like to meet him.

That is not going to happen, Can does not want to leave that apartment. He explained to me that it was important that I leave little by little so Can doesn't get so dependent on me (since we are increasingly urged to return). He also mentioned that if I manage to go out with Can, I should tell him because that would be a huge step for Cantaloupe.

Finally he told me that it is okay not to rush him, to repeat that it is not his fault and that it is okay for him to see that he is strong too. In other words, when I broke down telling him my story, he was my strength; the doctor says that helps.

All that said ... I can only take Can to an amusement park, where there are a lot of attractions that I dread and he can and HAS to be my strength. I absolutely HATE heights and I am able to pass out in one of those things ... Yes, maybe I would also have to go to a psychologist ... But for now, I get to get on a chair without panic and I feel like a champion with that feat.

Monday would be his birthday. I already had the perfect excuse.

I came back and he was on the couch, watching TV ... wearing one of my shirts.

—Baby —I sat next to him— Since Monday is your birthday, I'll do whatever you want, but ... —He didn't like— I'd like to take you to Disney on Sunday. —I said little by little— So we have a nice memory together, the two of us, here in Tokyo and that you don't have a bitter memory left for your birthday.

His expression completely changed ... What did I get myself into.

— MY birthday gift, is YOU to MY person, you know. —He got into arrogant mode and crossed his arms— N-Now you can't give it to me —his voice sounded a little weak— But I want to ride you. —I snorted.

— I thought you were going to take it seriously.

— Is seriously. —He smirked. My eyes couldn't help but go wide.

He laughed out loud and approached me.

— You know that it will cost me a lot to be your kitten again, right? —Now he was serious. I nodded— But since I have no problem touching you, if you would let yourself ... Maybe we could ...

—Hey, hey. —I took his hands in mine—. Sex with you is wonderful, but our relationship is not based on that, okay? —He nodded not very convinced.

I took each of his hands and kissed them.

— I'd rather have a thousand hours hugging and laughing than having Kitten again for an hour.

— Oops ... You really love me. —He said mockingly.

And these answers make me see that he is improving, he is becoming my Can again.

— Anyway, insolent boy, will you go with me to Disney on Sunday? —He looked at me attentively and did not respond— Remember that your boyfriend is afraid of heights. —I pouted.

—Alright.

We both smile. I caressed him and I approached by inertia, he endured what he could until he had to move his face.