Don't Touch || BOYxBOY ✔️

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Trigger warning ‼️

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The sun had barely risen when Leo awoke to a pounding headache, the remnants of last night's alcohol making their presence known. His mouth was dry, and the room seemed to spin slightly as he slowly sat up, wincing at the brightness filtering through his curtains. Groaning, he rubbed his temples, trying to ease the pain that throbbed behind his eyes. The events of the previous night came rushing back in painful clarity, Dante's harsh words, the coldness in his eyes, and the way Leo had walked away, feeling more defeated than ever.

Leo pushed himself out of bed, his movements sluggish, and glanced at his phone on the nightstand. No messages, no missed calls. The silence was deafening, and it only made the ache in his chest grow stronger. He threw on a hoodie and some sweatpants, not caring about his disheveled appearance, and decided to head downstairs. Maybe some food and coffee would help clear his head, even if he didn't feel like eating.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, the smell of coffee and bacon hit him, a comforting scent that contrasted sharply with the turmoil inside him. He hesitated for a moment, not really in the mood for company, but the thought of being alone with his thoughts was even less appealing.

When he entered the kitchen, he found Aaron and Damon sitting at the small dining table, their chairs pulled close together. They were laughing softly, Aaron's hand resting on Damon's arm as they shared some private joke. The sight of them so happy and relaxed, so utterly in tune with each other, sent a pang of envy through Leo. He plastered on a smile, hoping to blend in, to keep his own troubles hidden.

"Mornin," Leo said, his voice a little rough from sleep and the lingering effects of alcohol. He walked over to the counter and poured himself a mug of coffee, trying to act casual.

Aaron glanced up, grinning. "Hey! You're up early for once. Come join us. Damon made breakfast."

Leo forced a chuckle, taking a sip of his coffee to buy himself some time. "Yeah, couldn't really sleep in," he said, turning to face them. Damon had his arm draped over the back of Aaron's chair, their closeness almost palpable. It was clear that they were in their own little world, but Damon's eyes, sharp and observant, lingered on Leo longer than he was comfortable with.

"Come on. Help yourself," Damon said happily, his tone warm but with a hint of curiosity. "I made plenty. I'm trying to show off my skills."

Leo nodded, grabbing a plate from his cupboard and loading it up with some scrambled eggs and bacon, though his appetite was nonexistent. He sat down across from them, forcing himself to take a bite. The food was good, but it tasted like ash in his mouth. He tried to focus on the conversation Aaron and Damon were having, something about a movie they'd watched last night, but his mind kept drifting back to Dante.

"You alright, Leo?" Damon's voice cut through his thoughts, snapping him back to the present. Damon's gaze was piercing, and Leo realised with a jolt that his attempt at nonchalance had failed miserably.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Leo said quickly, too quickly. He avoided Damon's eyes, focusing on his plate instead. "Just tired, I guess. Rough night."

Aaron, who had been mid-sentence, paused and looked at Leo with concern. "You sure, man? You seem a bit off."

Leo waved a hand dismissively, trying to downplay it. "Yeah, I'm good. Just had a bit too much to drink last night, that's all. I'll be fine once the coffee kicks in."

But Damon wasn't convinced. As always, he always knew when something was wrong. Leo didn't know how he did it. Damon exchanged a brief look with Aaron before leaning forward slightly, his expression softening. "You sure?" he asked.