On The Ropes

Round 11

Zavier's POV

Antwon still hasn't come home yet... It's been making me sad, but Rodney has been helping.

It's weird how I hated this guy only a few days ago, but now I'm lowkey relying on him to keep my emotions regulated... I don't even think he realizes how much he's helping me. I know that I've been annoying him and I'm sure there's other things that he wants to be doing, but he still has yet to leave me, and his presence has been keeping me from getting too upset about my life in general.

"Rodney?" I called out, turning my head to look at him. He currently sat on the small couch in 'my' room, scrolling through his phone and occasionally typing something. He hummed quietly to let me know he was listening, so I continued. "Can you come lay on top of me please?"

There was a long pause after my words. He stopped typing and everything.

After the long moment of silence, he sighed one of his deep sighs, causing me to chuckle quietly—I irritate him so much... It's funny.

He turned to look at me and blinked. "Nigga... What?" He asked with confusion deep in his voice.

I flashed him a big smile and repeated myself. "Can you come lay on top of me please?" He continued to stare at me in confusion, so I continued speaking. "Having weight and pressure on top of me helps me regulate." I recited the words Antwon told me once after he'd done a bunch of research on why I always wanted him to lay on me. "It soothes me, keeps my mind clear and helps get rid of anxiety and sensory overload."

He continued to stare at me for a moment longer, then sighed and shook his head. "You ain't got a weighted blanket or nothin'?" I shook my head, causing him to throw his head back again. "Zavier, I cannot just lay on top of you."

"Yes you can!" I argued with a grin. "Antwon does it all the time."

"Antwon has got to weigh like a hundred pounds less than me." He argued right back. My only response was to start pouting at him. "Stop." He grumbled and looked away from me. Of course, I just continued to pout while staring at him. He started scrolling through his phone again for a minute, then suddenly stopped as he squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. "... Fine, nigga. Damn." He muttered as he stood from the couch.

"Yay!" I laughed, watching him make his way over to the bed.

He paused at the edge of the bed, then glared and pointed at me. "Don't make shit weird." He threatened, causing me to grin and hold my hands up in surrender.

Rolling his eyes, he climbed onto the bed, walking on his knees towards me before roughly pushing me onto my back, causing me to start laughing again.

"All you do is giggle, nigga." He muttered as he hesitantly laid down until his head was laying on my chest.

Once his weight was fully on me, I let out a long, low hum, feeling the stress melt away.

He was definitely heavier than Antwon, but not enough to make me feel like I was being squished.

My low humming continued while he pulled his phone back out and went back to scrolling and typing.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before I was ready to talk again.

"Hey Rodney?" I started. He hummed to let me know he was listening, so I continued. "You have a crush on Antwon, right?" I asked quietly.

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah... I've been feelin' his lil ass for the longest."

I wonder how long 'the longest' is, I thought, humming again before I continued. "What do crushes feel like?"

He paused for a moment, then lifted up onto his arms to look at me. I groaned in annoyance when the pressure lifted, but he ignored it. "Nigga, don't you got a crush on Antwon?"