Revelations (Fireoiny + Pinleaf)

Stings, doesn't it?

'God, this fucking sucks.' Coiny thought as he began peeling at the gauze. Rain water had seeped through his jeans and into the gauze, making them more uncomfortable and difficult to get off then they'd usually be.

Firey stood leaning on the doorframe, trying to balance a first aid kit on his knee and rifle through it to find alcohol wipes. Every few seconds he would glance up at Coiny, seeing his painstaking progress on removing the bandages.

Coiny finally succeeded in removing the last of them and looked around for a rag or something to clean the scathe with. Only to seethe as Firey decided to bring a rag soaked with rubbing alcohol and warm water to his calve without warning. "Ow." he deadpanned, trying to brush off his previous reaction.

"Sorry, just figured it'd be easier if I- like ripping a bandaid off or whatever."

"Of course you'd use that stupid fucking saying." Coiny grumbled, resisting the urge to flinch at the stinging sensation. "..Thanks."

He gripped the countertop as Firey finished wiping the wound, his leg now once again exposed to the cold air. He reached a hand out, expecting Firey to hand him the roll of gauze he'd placed atop the counter. He didn't do that.

Instead, he took it upon himself to begin wrapping Coiny's leg. "You'd probably make it too loose, I scathe shit all the time on the track, I probably know what I'm doing."

Coiny swallowed, "yeah, okay."

When did they get so close? Every time Firey would reach around Coiny's leg to wrap the bandages around, his knuckles would brush he underside of his knee. Whether it was from embarrassment or endearment or,, whatever else, Coiny's face felt hot. He looked everywhere but at Firey, and he hoped Firey wasn't looking at him.

God, looking up at someone while your face is level to their knees, who would really be embarrassed then? Coiny risked a glance down, to see Firey looking at his leg where he was wrapping it very intently. Ok, yeah. Coiny is the only one feeling the tension here. He thinks.

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"You'd probably make it too loose, I scathe shit all the time on the track, I probably know what I'm doing." What the fuck am I saying? What am I doing?? He's gonna kick me in the throat and run.

"Yeah, okay." Or not.

Firey very pointedly stared down at where he was working to wrap Coiny's leg. He felt oddly composed. Well, he was thinking 17 different thoughts every second, but he thought he looked composed. His hands weren't shaking or anything. Maybe this was what acceptance felt like. His hopeless crush on Coiny was finally fading, and they could move on and-

"I think that's good, unless eating shit on the track taught you different." Firey ceased movement and looked up at Coiny. He was sat nonchalantly leaning back on his hands, his face tinted a sweet cherry red, he was avoiding eye contact. Oh. This is not what acceptance feels like. This is what 'I want to kiss him so bad right now,' feels like.

Firey quickly stands and dusts himself off, hoping he looks less on fire than he feels. (impossible) "Yeah- yeah, I'll just um." he takes a step back, "You left your umbrella by the-"

A loud crack of thunder sounds, and the lights flick off for all but 4 seconds, before clicking back on again. Firey looks up at the flickering light overhead.

Coiny groans, dramatically tipping his head and leaning back until it hits the mirror behind him. "I'm not going out in that shit, and it's not letting up till tomorrow morning." He sat back up and leaned forward, now slouching and looking up at Firey.

Firey's eyes widened at his implication, was he really.. "You need to crash here..?"

"Yes."

"Are you... okay with that?" Firey winced. They still hadn't brought it up, he wished he could just say something already, see if Coiny even remembers.

A look of,, recognition? apprehension?? dawns on Coiny's face for all but a second, but he replaces it with snide grin. "Are you? it's your house."

"I..." His house doesn't have a guest room, but there's a couch in the living room. Can I handle spending a night knowing he's here? Knowing he just wants to ignore it? "..Ugh, fine. You're taking the couch."

"Fuck yeah! Couch ti-..." He trails off.

Firey leaves the room, leaving Coiny with a feeling of uncertainty. Like ripping off a bandaid, or whatever.

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Uhhhhh one of my irl friends found this so uhhhh Hi Jojo 😇😇😇 i love you so much you're so cool and sexy please don't tell anyone about this i will show everyone your feet pics.

Anyways schools started back up ☹️ boo