Wanted Burden [Bisco x Milo]

Like crazy

The night was far ahead, and the stars showed up between the clouds, making Bisco release a quiet breath, while daring to brush his thumb on Milo's fingers:

"Hey... why don't you sleep? Now you can rest easy"

"Ah good point... if you need anything say something, ok Bisco? I'll be right here next to you in my futon"

But Milo didn't go must further in his movement. Bisco was using all his strength to hold on to his long sleeves, as he looked away, his face turned to the window's side. Milo stopped on his tracks without resisting. He knew that Bisco wanted, but he also wanted to hear him say that he had to say, so he waited for his words quietly.

"Why don't ya- ya know... you could sleep with me"

"Ahh... but I might hurt you if I move around too much" – actually Milo was having that people call "gay panic" he just didn't want to admit it – "Also the couch is pretty small and old and – "

"Oh yeah...sure, you right... sorry" – Bisco trailed off, unable to mask the disappointment in his rough voice, making Milo feel guilty and sad. Sure, he did have a point, but he wanted to sleep with Bisco too, as much as the redhead wanted, probably. Actually, he didn't know why he was holding back. He did a lot of holding back already, and Bisco was in the verge of death some hours ago. Fuck his embarrassment and fear, he decided, if he was gonna go this he wasn't going do this half assed.

"Well...actually maybe it's better if I sleep with you" – Milo gulped down in nervousness

"Hã? What did ya say? "

"I said... - Milo recapitulated in frustration – "I want to sleep with you"

"Really? – Bisco smile illuminated the room and revealed his sharp canines as he turned his face to Milo's side – "Is this some kind of medical procedure, doctor? Making sure your patient sleep well?"

"Ahah very funny aren't you" – Milo teased back as he opened the blanket covering Bisco slowly as if he was intruding if he made the movement any harsher – "Now make room for me, please"

"Sure, your highness-" – Bisco teased until his voice high pitched into a scream – "AHHH"

"What's wrong? – Milo screamed back in worry, his eyes searching for the source of discomfort until he saw the tubes that still connected Bisco's arms, and the medical machine all tangled up in a big mess – "Ahh Bisco, you idiot, you still have the tubes in your arms, you can't turn around like that! For god's sake!"

"Why can't you take these things off? I feel better now" – he complained

"I don't trust your "I am feeling better" – Milo said in a suspicious look that annoyed Bisco to no end – "and you still need to receive nourishment from the machine since you can't eat compact aliments or big portions, or else your stomach might get swollen and that would be terrible"

"Ok, ok I'll be more careful! Jesus, you're so freaking loud panda face"

"I have reasons to worry sick, after all" – Milo said as he looked down, finally realizing how close his face was from Bisco's. He literally could smell Bisco's shampoo he washed his wild hair with, not to talk about how his nose curved into a perfect line that Milo was sure only existed in geometry books. His tanned skin was covered in small irregularities and pimples here and there, and his emerald eyes seemed even more intoxicating and intense from only 3 centimetres apart. More than anything, he was surprised by how long his eyelashes were, and his neck extended in such a relaxed way. He was uncomfortable because of all the tubes still connecting to his arm, so Milo made sure to don't touch him there, and took the opportunity to look away since his face was getting way to hot.