To Catch Your Fall | Heathoah

45. Prove To Him

TW: Mentions of domestic abuse

Noah

"And the winner of this year's Nationals competition is...The Next Step!"

Immediately all of the team burst into cheers, running into each-other's arms to pass around hugs. I find myself laughing as they pull both Emily and I out. 

After so many fucking years, the studio has actually won Nationals again!  It gives me deja-vu when I look amongst our students, holding the trophy high above their heads. 

Even with everything I've found out in the last few days, I give Emily a nod of understanding when we meet eyes. She returns it, but soon turns her focus back to the dancers.

After a bit, I step back off the stage, wanting to let them have this. James has been backstage with Richelle and Piper for the whole performance. Since our talk yesterday, the tension between us has started to dissolve. And not just that from what happened with him and Finn.

I really think we're going to be okay again. Truly okay. 

Are things actually going right for once? Surely this can't be!

Even when the Elite team passes by us, the sight of Abi only weighs me down a little. I'm not stupid. Her coming back in certainty going to cause some issues next competition. But, for now, I'm just enjoying having a win for once this year.

I feel like I've lost so much in the last few months that I was a bit convinced that I would jinx us and we would lose Nationals again. Speaking of which.

The green clothing of his costume fills my vision as he breaks away from the others. Aside from rehearsals, I haven't been in the same room as him for a couple days. 

"What are you doing? Don't you want to be celebrating with the others?" The pounding in my chest is so intense that I can't tell if it's from excitement or fear.

Maybe I should just get used to not knowing or being prepared for anything now tough. As, instead of saying anything, Heath leans forward and presses his lips into mine!

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Heath

Throughout that entire routine, all I could think about is Noah. About all he has done for me since I made it onto a-troupe. Nobody else in the studio had given a shit about me and the obvious problems I was having at home. Until him.

As soon as he put it together, I found myself spending more nights at his house than I was at my actual place. Or, when the DanceMania team tried to take away a dream that I had had since I was a kid, he was the only one to comfort me.

Ever since Izzy left and Winnie ditched me for Oswald, I didn't feel like I would ever have someone I could call a friend again.

Now though, I know I have something much more than that here. 

Before I could think about it for another seconds, I had my lips on his. Every part of me was shitting myself as I did it, but I knew I may never build up the courage again. And I needed to prove something to him. Prove that I'm here for him as much as he is for me.

We come apart with a wet smack, small pants escaping my lungs. There is a dazed expression on his face. Though all my attention is on what I'm saying.

"Please! Please don't ever think that you deserve what she did to you." I let out, but he doesn't react. "You are the kindest fucking person I ever met. I mean, not many other people would put up with me and my issues. But, you do. Anytime anything has gone wrong this year, you've been there with a hug and a buttload of nice words.

"So, don't you dare fucking think that I wouldn't return the favour! That I would think less of you for going through everything with that bitch. There is nothing that-"

It's my turn to shut-up now. As, I find his strong hands gripping around my waist and he is kissing the life out of me!

Not a second goes by after that that our lips aren't together. Just like he is as a person, despite his tough exterior that is pressed against me, he feels so sweet and soft as we move. It's just like how I imagined kissing him all those times, but so much more!

I can't fucking believe it. Sure, winning Nationals has been incredible, but doing this with the guy I've liked for so long is one of the best things I've ever experienced!

We ditched everyone after a few seconds of kissing, and now I find myself completely naked on his hotel room's double bed.

Each time he thrusts into me, my nails dig deep into his broad back, but he doesn't wince. No, there is no pain here at all. Just two men melting together. Like a thirsting animal finally quenching it's thirst after being in the scorching sun for so long.

We go on for hours and hours. Not stopping until we are filled to the brim with each-other. 

He turns towards me on his side. His usual perfect, brown hair is a mess, and he chuckles when I run a finger through it. His fingers graze the top of my ass as he pulls me in again. There is nothing sexual about this one though. Just a delightful, peaceful act.

When I rest my head on his chest, I find myself falling into the best sleep I've had in awhile. Though, no dreams that come will ever be better than this.