Breathe For you (MacauChay)

Fireworks!

"Macau I swear to god if you're not ready I will call P'Pete and tell him that you taught me how to use a gun!" Chay said storming into his boyfriend's room.

Macau, who was in the process of putting his pants on, froze at the threat and stared at the boy standing at the door to his bedroom, "Oh," Chay said before spinning around with his back to Macau.

He'd seen Macau shirtless almost a million times but for some reason seeing him with his pants half on was just too much for Chay. He heard Macau pull up his zipper and buckle his belt before he relaxed only to tense up when his boyfriend appeared right behind him still shirtless. He slid one arm across Chay's shoulder locking him in place, "We should work on knocking don't you think?" Macau whispered in Chay's ear.

The boy huffed and pushed out of Macau's loose hold, "Oi! You weren't answering your phone and the door was unlocked."

Macau only smiled at Chay causing the boy to narrow his eyes and pout at him, "What are you smiling about?"

"My cute boyfriend," Macau said still smiling.

"You...just put on a shirt so we can go!" Chay shouted before turning on the balls of his feet and walking into the kitchen.

The boy's began to vibrate in his pocket startling him. Som was probably calling to ask why he still hadn't arrived. They were headed to Pulse for the New Year's eve party and Macau was the reason they were running late which was unusual given that Chay did spend between an hour and two to get ready for everything. The first thing Chay heard when the call connected was music, it was muffled though so she'd probably stepped out to call him, "Chay where are you? You said you'd be here an hour ago!" she scolded almost immediately.

"I know but Macau's taking forever. Give me half an hour, we'll be there in thirty."

"You better be or you're paying for two rounds," she threatened.

"I will. See you in a bit."

With that, he disconnected the call. His punishment for being late almost made him laugh. Two rounds? That was it? He was about to call for Macau to hurry up when the boy walked out of his room in a black button down with three too many buttons undone. If it was enough to make Chay stop and stare it was definitely enough to make other people stare. He huffed and walked over to his boyfriend and buttoned two of the three buttons, "Chay it's hot," Macau whined.

"Tragic," he smiled sarcastically and turned around, "Let's go! Som is trying to make me pay for their alcohol!"

The club was a little more crowded than usual. It was to be expected since everyone just wanted to party but Macau didn't like it. The air was more clammy than usual and the lights were turned down dimmer than usual. Most people wouldn't think too much of it but given what he's seen, this was the last place he wanted Chay to be. He was quiet as Chay dragged him to the private room Som had reserved for them. He kept a tight hold on the boy making sure he was right behind him. Maybe it was paranoia. But that's what had kept him alive so long so it was warranted.

Som and a bunch of her friends were mid-conversation about something seemingly scandalous. When they spotted Chay they huffed each other giggling like little girls. Macau had met Som before, it was most of the others he hadn't seen, "Chay! You made it!" she shouted getting up and clinging to the small boy making him lose hold of Macau's hand in the process.

Macau stared at his empty hand for a second before Chay tugged on his shirt, "Guys this is Macau, my boyfriend. Macau, everyone," he said gesturing in the general direction of everyone, "Introduce yourselves," he added dragging a grinning Macau to sit down.

The girls in the booth squealed while the only boy in the room rolled his eyes and slouched in his seat, not that anyone noticed. Som began interrogating Chay while Macau zoned them out. He didn't really care about what they were saying. He didn't like being around Som because she was too loud. Had it not been for Chay dragging him out he would be in his apartment playing video games or at home with his brother watching stupid movies from the 80s. Macau had gotten so deep in his head that he didn't notice the only other person who wasn't engaged in Chay and Som's conversation move closer to him. That was until the boy waved his head in Macau's face. The boy looked at him coldly just blinking, "Hi."