Random OneShots

My prince is a beautiful storm..

By: Magnoliachild on Ao3

Tony Padilla x Clay Jensen

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Clay had been having a good week.

A great week even.

What happened?

Tony Padilla.

As per usual, Clay had had a panic attack for absolutely no reason, and therefore, he had called Tony, who had come and calmed him down, even though it was ass o'clock in the morning, and he ended up staying. Is that an issue? Not usually, however, when Clay woke up to movement, it was Tony muttering his name, nuzzling into Clay's side. Not ten minutes later his alarm went off, so he cut it off and shifted slowly, letting himself go shower, purposefully ignoring the hard on that apparently was caused by Tony.

Once he was out of the shower and dressed, he headed back to his room. Tony had texted him that he would be a few minutes late because he had to go home and grab his school stuff.

Clay responded as usual, an apology for dragging Tony out of his house over nothing. That he didn't always have to come running, it wasn't like Clay was Tony's only priority. It took longer than normal to get a response, and it made a weird feeling pop up in Clay's stomach. It was only a 'Sure'. It can't mean anything. So Clay went on with his life, but he decided to start watching for things that could explain Tony's text.

A week went by before anything else happened, Clay woke up from a more vivid nightmare than he'd had in ages, so without realizing what he had done, he texted Tony, who responded almost immediately.

'Go sit on the steps, I don't feel like climbing the window, I'll be there in 15 minutes, set a timer. Watch it.'

Clay managed to follow the directions, knowing that Tony was better at dealing with his shit than he was, and he was on the way.

Tony got there right as the timer went off, pulling Clay off the front steps where he was sitting, and led him inside. He remembered to lock the Jensen's door, as he led a half frozen Clay upstairs.

He knew that Clay showered in the mornings, so he just got him a new shirt, and helped guide him to change. Once Clay was changed, Tony sat on the edge of the bed, Clay was staring at one of his posters blankly. Thankfully it was only like midnight, so they hopefully could go back to sleep. Tony leaned forward enough that he could grab Clay's hands, and make him sit in his lap. Even though Clay is technically taller than him, he always shrinks so much when he's upset, so much that Tony guides him to be forehead to forehead.

"Oh, mi alma... If I could stop them I would." Tony knew that Clay wasn't hearing him right now, and that was ok. He waited for him to zone in enough for them to go to sleep.

It took about five minutes of Tony gently rubbing Clay's hips (it was a guilty pleasure, and not his fault that his principe has an amazing body), and quietly saying his name repeatedly for him to zone in enough to yawn and ask to sleep.

Clay and Tony both knew that he wasn't completely back yet, but having words made Tony confident enough that they could sleep and Clay would be ok in the morning.

He pushed Clay off of him, making him stand next to the bed for just a minute, pulling the comforter down, and flattening out the big ass throw blanket Clay keeps on his bed. He pulls off his own shirt, and scoots into the bed, pulling Clay's body with him. Clay moves like a doll, not flopping but only moving with direct help. Tony knows this nightmare must have been bad, so rather than just lay beside Clay, he slides a little higher in the bed and pulls Clay to lay his head on his chest enough to feel and hear his heart, and wraps one of Clay's hands around his wrist.