Catch Me When I Fall [BxB]

Dream

When Tyrone and I head to my room, he collapses on my bed and closes his eyes.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

"Yeah... I feel good, actually. Just a little tired." He replies without opening his eyes.

"Okay. Well... I hope you sleep good." I say, laying down beside him.

"You too." He says.

I have my doubts.

I don't feel very tired at the moment. 

Everything from the day is re-running through my head and I'm still trying to process Zevon's betrayal, reuniting with a childhood acquaintance, and lastly... some confusion about Tyrone.

I've been trying so hard to accept that he's just a friend, but he's not making it easy.

Like going and getting tipsy and then proceeding to say some of the sweetest stuff anyone has every said to me, for example.

But if he liked me back, he'd tell me, wouldn't he? 

He knows I like him, he knows I'd say yes. 

So what would be holding him back?

Unless he's still new to the idea of being with someone of the same gender. Or he could just be closeted and therefore feels hesitant.

I shrug, even though I'm just thinking to myself and not actually communicating with anyone.

Well, at least I have a hypothetical answer to help me stop overthinking a bit.

Still, I don't think I can sleep because it's very warm in my room and I feel uncomfortable.

I toss and turn for a bit, but it just makes me hotter.

I glance over at Tyrone, who is laying perfectly still, seemingly asleep already.

I'm a little surprised, but also relieved because I know sleep doesn't come easy for him.

Maybe I should... take my shirt off?

Tyrone sleeps shirtless all the time but that's him. I'm a little more shy, not to mention I don't even have anything to show off in the first place.

Not really.

Even though I'm not all that self-conscious of what Tyrone thinks and he's seen me shirtless before – tonight even, because he was taking care of me - I just don't want him to get the wrong idea.

I don't want him to feel uncomfortable.

But if he's asleep and doesn't know, it shouldn't matter.

I carefully remove my shirt and throw it to the side for once, a little too frustrated to care about keeping my room neat in the moment.

I'll get it in the morning.

***Tyrone's POV***

When Khai finally quiets down and lays still, I turn my head to glance at him.

I'm somewhat surprised to find him shirtless for once.

I roll over completely, admiring him a little and trying desperately to resist the urge to snuggle up next to him.

It's kind of cold in his room... which is somewhat weird seeing I'm tipsy and usually, it makes me feel warm instead.

I pull Khai's weighted blanket over me, wondering why he's not sleeping with it like he usually does.

Well, he shares it whenever I'm sleeping over.

But tonight, it's almost like he's hot and doesn't want any blankets whatsoever.