Aaron T. x Aaron Z. - One-shots

7 minutes in heaven

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3rd person POV:

"Well we're screwed." T concedes as his eyes adjust to the darkness of a closet. Of all the times where T has gone to one of Robaire's stupid frat parties, why was this the one party they decided to do high school games like seven minutes in heaven.

T knew exactly why. He had gone and made the mistake of telling Robaire, his friend, that he had a crush on a guy named Aaron Z. Not just any guy, oh no. The guy who once asked T to be his valentine back in primary school because he had no one. The one who T drunkenly made out with last new year. And now he was the one whom T was stuck in a closet with.

Z wasn't even meant to come to this party, it was solely for T and his friends to get drunk and celebrate exams being over.

But Robaire being little mister popular must've told everyone and now there were one too many people in their small flat. Too many people must've been drunk for the stupid game to occur. And T just happened to walk by on Z's turn.

"Oh come on, you got to go!" Robaire had slurred while T was shaking his head fiercely, avoiding any and all stares from Z. Now here they were, stuck in a horribly small closet with another person and the curse of having claustrophobia.

"Not completely, just have five more minutes." Z voices out, and T can barely make out his outline. If only the glasses he wore on his face were real, then maybe he could see Z better. It would only be beneficial if Z couldn't see how flushed his skin was. Then again, how much longer did they have?

"Just a couple of minutes now, geez I'm not that horrible."

"It's not you. Trust me but I'm still claustrophobic either way."

"Oh god, are you okay?" A hand is placed on T's shoulder and he flinched away unconsciously, nodding but realizing that Z couldn't see him.

"Yeah," He gulped in a deep breath of air. "Just physical touch is a little weird to me right now."

"Oh alright." Z doesn't move away from his place though and T finds it comforting enough, although he was too focused on trying to keep his breathing steady. He was certainly going to kill Robaire for this later.

"Time's up if you were wondering."

"I'm going to murder Robaire," T gags. He feels his dinner slowly but surely making its way up his throat but he suppresses the urge.

"I'll help if we can just get out of here." Z tries the doorknob but it was still hopelessly locked. T had a cold feeling that they might've just forgotten about them and that was the last thing he needed in his life.

"I don't suppose you know how to pick locks?" T groans, and slides himself down to the floor. The room stops spinning long enough for T to get his bearings and notice Z was kneeled in front of the door.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asks, rubbing his stomach in attempt to sooth it. Although it was still pitch black in there, T's eyes had adjusted enough to just barely see Z tense up.

"Not trying to pick lock a door..."

"Sure you aren't." Z turns around, and there was something in his hands. Wait. "Is that a pen cap?"

"Hey, you got to work with what you got!" T snorts, and then lets out another groan as a headache comes on.

"You're an idiot." He mutters and Z must have been too focused to care because he didn't answer for another minute or so.

"Thank you, I try my very best." He says, and T watches in awe as the pen cap works whatever magic it must have as the door springs open. Light pours into the little closet, making T's head spin once more but he glances at Z in amazement.

Z too is staring, but at the pen cap. He smiles back at T and pockets the cap, making T laugh. At once, Z helps T up and to the nearest bathroom where T successfully threw up whatever food was still in his system. He was going to have a wicked hangover whenever he decided to go to bed, but it was still worth the lingering touches Z was leaving.

"I know you've just been sick and probably want to head to bed but I was wondering if you wanted to go out for some coffee sometime?" Z leads T up to his bedroom as he asks, and wow that woke T right up.

"Yeah, I would like that." And Z smiles, which causes T to smile right back. Suddenly the exhaustion of the night comes creeping over T and he yawns. Z helps him change, well he holds onto T as he sleepily changes, nearly falls over a handful of times and tucks him in.

"Great would Thursday work for you?" T nods, and Z leans down to place the gentlest of gentle kisses on T's cheek.

"Maybe one day you can fix your aim and kiss me correctly." T says as Z laughs, kissing his temple as T drifts off into unconsciousness.

Maybe he won't murder Robaire after all.

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