Heterochromic Haze

20- cHeat

I nod absently, humming under my breath as my fingers fly across the screen of my phone.

The three little dots show up and I smile as I read his response.

"Are you cheating on me?"

I look up quickly, laughing at Everett's serious expression.

"Of course not." I say, the very thought completely absurd. It's like I'm blind to everyone else now that I've seen Everett.

He peers at my phone and his expression drops.

"With my brothers too?!" He asks, incredulous and I roll my eyes, pocketing my phone.

"Luka and West are coming over later, we're going to play around with some metal-work." I say, grinning.

"Should I be offended that I'm not invited?" He asks with a pout.

"You can come, if you want. I know you love it when I talk about welding." I say, ghosting my lips against his ear, delighted when he shivers.

"Fuck off." He says, whacking my chest and I laugh.

I go to pull away but he stops me, grabbing my shirt and pressing me against the wall. His lips mould against mine with an intense passion that leaves me breathless.

"Wow..you're going to lose your mind when I tell you about hardening." I say, panting as he pulls away.

He purses his lips, his eyes shining but he just shakes his head.

"I can't stay, I told my mum I'd help her hang up a new painting. Amyas keeps bringing them home and we have to keep finding room for them." He says, his voice pained.

"Get used to it now, sculptures take up a lot more room." I say teasingly. He groans aloud, but doesn't complain.

He presses his lips against mine once more before leaving and I start getting my flat ready for Luka and West.

They arrive together, glancing around curiously, as if they hadn't anticipated my place to have walls.

Westley flicks through my record collection whilst Luka looks at my sketches of Everett, his expression torn between fascination and discomfort. I drag out my tools and welding torch, making sure I also dig out the gloves and mask too.

"West, feel free to put something on, if you want." I say absently and he smiles, immediately setting up a record.

Luka groans and I look at him in amusement.

"You're going to regret that." He mutters and West shoots him a glare.

"I have good music taste." He argues, his tone suggesting this is an ancient avenue of conflict.

Luka raises an argumentative brow.

"If you have to say it, it probably means you don't." He says antagonistically and I laugh.

"They're my records, so if anyone should be worried, it's you two." I say easily.

"Here, put these on." I say, throwing gloves to the both of them.

They come closer, standing beside me as I lay out the scrap metal I had managed to steal from the art department. I show them how to bend, shape and mould the metal, explaining the different effects you can get with simple changes in heat and pressure. I even let them each have a go with the welding torch.

When Luka decides to try and scorch his brothers eyebrows off, I make the executive decision to take over for the foreseeable future.

We work mostly in silence, with nothing but the background music to unite us, but the smile on my face is hard to wipe away as I watch them lark around, finding real joy in the freedom allowed to them.

"What got you into sculpture, Ledger?" Westley asks suddenly.

I turn my gaze away from my little copper piece to find his eyes watching me curiously.

"I don't know. I suppose I was always doing it. I was home schooled for a while and when I was a kid I made collages from magazines, scrap books, took apart furniture and made it into something else. It used to really annoy my dad." I say easily, determined not to dwell.

Luka looks up at me, his eyes understanding what West doesn't.

"I think it's cool. Not really my thing, but it's cool. Cooler than painting." Westley says and I smile. I decide that, in West's head, this is probably a compliment.

A knock interrupts us and West removes his gloves to go and answer it as I weld Luka's last two pieces together.

When I flip my mask back up, I smile widely.

Everett's eyes are roaming over his brothers work.

"Ev! Look what I made, isn't it sick?" Luka says, showing his brother his work and I smile.

Everett's eyes meet mine and I bite my lip, my cheeks flushed with warmth, because he's looking at me in the way I imagine I look at him. Like I'm his whole world.

"It's awesome, Luka." He says, peering at it again.

"It's alright, mine's better." Westley says smugly, showing his and I roll my eyes.

"Are you guys almost done? I'm going to drop you home." Everett says and they both nod, slipping off their gloves.

"They'll need polishing and smoothing, leave them here and I'll get them back to you next week." I say, gesturing to their sculptures and they nod.

"Thanks, Ledger. It was actually pretty fun." West says, climbing into his jacket and I shrug my shoulders.

"Yeah, thank you so much, Ledge." Luka says. He wraps one of his arms round me briefly before running after West, calling shotgun.

I find Everett's eyes on me and I smile, removing my own gloves.

"Thank you." He says quietly and I shrug.

"It was a lot of fun." I say honestly.

He steps closer, leaning his forehead against mine.

"I think they love you." He says, amusement lacing his words and I smirk.

"Who doesn't?"

"I know I love you in this apron." He says, glancing down and I grin mischievously.

"Next time I'll wear this, and only this, then." I murmur, running my thumbs beneath the cloth.

Everett moans and I laugh.

"I'll hold you to that. Give me twenty minutes." He says, pressing his lips against mine.

He leaves reluctantly, and when there's a knock at my door fifteen minutes later, I don't disappoint.

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A/N Your weekly update for HH :) I'm kinda obsessed with these boys, I just can't seem to leave them alone...or maybe it's just Ledger lol. I love him.

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