Kit and Harper's smutty adventures

A misunderstanding pt.1 TW!for toxicity

The vibrating of his phone had caught him off guard, bringing him back from his zoning out. He grabbed the device from the top of his desk where he had tossed it when Harper hadn't responded right away. He frowned slightly, trying not to feel put out when Harper still didn't respond to his picture. Usually, Harper replied immediately. It was a notification that Leslie had uploaded a new photo. Kit smiled as he opened the notification, opening up Instagram. Leslie had been posting regular pictures of the party on Instagram interchangeably, some of them including a glimpse of a flushed, smiling Harper. It was why he had turned on the notifications. He loved being able to see Harper looking so fucking happy with his friends. But what he saw made his blood run cold, his heart stopping in its tracks and causing him to feel like he couldn't breathe. It was as if lead was forming around his fingers, hands, wrists. The feeling grew until it pulled at his elbows, weakening his arms until they just fell limply, the phone clattering on the desk.

"Wh... wh- what..." Kit tried to calm his racing heart.

That isn't Harper.

No, nonono. That c-can't be. It isn't.

Harper wouldn't do that.

He wouldn't do that to me, he wouldn't do that to me.

Oh god. Oh god. Fuck.

He felt the sting of hot tears behind his eyelids as he continued to stare at the face up screen, still lit up and depicting a photo posted less than a minute ago captioned 'oh look at the lovebirds LOL'.

Wilbur had his fucking mouth on Harper's. Enveloping soft tiny lips that were fucking his.

And it looked like Harper was kissing him back.

His little hands fisted in the fabric at Wilbur's shoulders, just like they had in his own shirts so many times. His flushed red face and eyes clenched shut, just like he tried to do when he felt too much from their kisses.

Is that Wilbur's tongue poking out?

Fucking tasting what is his?

Kit dropped his elbows on his knees, hands fisting in the curls at the side of his head as he tried to regulate his breathing. He felt the hot tracks of a few tears starting to trickle down his cheeks -he was really trying to hold them back- as he tried to tell himself this was just a big misunderstanding. He felt his hands trembling softly where they tightly gripped his soft curls -even softer now that Harper had gotten him a new, perfect shampoo- tugging and pulling as he tried to use the familiar sting to ground himself.

Okay. It's okay.

Just wait for his reply.

He will explain everything.

He didn't do this to you. He didn't.

We.... We promised .

It's gonna be okay...

Harper knew about his history, his failed relationship. He didn't know details but he knew Kit had been cheated on, his ex sleeping with what had been a decent friend at the time. He knew. He would not do this to him. He started typing out another message, chewing on his lip as he did so with shaky hands.

Kit :
Harper, baby, please come home. I need you here.

When Harper didn't respond again within ten minutes, he hit call and brought the phone up to his ear. He never liked to call. He felt like he was intruding when he did. But... he needed to hear Harper's voice. Needed the reassurance. Because it wasn't what it looked like, right?