Cry was desperately clinging to Pewdie. Pewds just whispered and comforted his friend. “Shhhh… it’s ok. Don’t cry. I’m here for you.” The crying went on for another minute and Pewdie began to lose himself in his thoughts. Fuck… whatever makes him like this, it must be simply terrible. I haven’t seen him cry at all. He looks so… lost. What should I do? Let him cry? Comfort him and tell him to stop? Press for answers or back down? Fuck man, I don’t know. He snapped into reality. Something was wrong… but what? Looking around, he saw nothing. Then it hit him Ryan had stopped crying. Looking down, he saw the American curled up in his lap fast asleep. There were still tear tracks coming from under his mask, but his breathing told him he was asleep. Felix grinned. Lifting Cry into his arms, he noticed how light he was. Smile faltering, he carried him to the bedroom and laid him down gently in his bed. Deciding he would take off his sweatshirt, he regretted it as soon as he did. Ryan was wearing a white t-shirt that showed some skin. Bringing a hand to his mouth, he saw how light the gamer really was. He was at least 20-30 pounds underweight. Anyone could see the outline of ribs and his hipbone. There were cuts lined up and down one arm and halfway down the other. He slowly backed away. Shutting the door behind him, he slunk down the door frame. Thoughts ran wild inside the Swede’s head. For fucks sake, what drove him to that?! I need to tell him I know, but not now. Now’s not a good time. Or maybe it is… I only want to help! Standing up, he ran a hand through his blonde hair. He walked to his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. He just sat there, letting thoughts swarm inside his head. It was silent until a cry cut through the air. Pulling himself off the bed, he dashed out the bedroom and downstairs. Socks slipping on the tiled floor, he finally made it to the room Cry was sleeping in. Taking a breath and slowing down, he gently opened the door. Cry lay there, writhing under his covers. His mask had fallen off, leaving the gamers face exposed. It was contorted in pain. He instinctively ran to the American’s side. Grabbing his shoulders, he shook him. “Wake up! Wake up, Cry! WAKE UP DAMMIT!” Finally his eyes snapped open and he yelped, jumping away from Felix and hitting his head pretty hard on the headboard. Although the slam of his head echoed in Felix’s ears, Cry was not fazed at all. He only curled up into a ball, being sure to hide his face and cover his arms. Climbing onto the bed, he laid beside the American. He ran his fingers through his hair and cooed to him softly. Cry was only sniffling now, his breathing under control. He finally looked up at me. “I-I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to deal with this.” He looked away. Tickling the underside of his chin, I got him to look at me and I got a good look at his face. His face was very slender, and his cheekbones were sharp. His jawline and nose were rather sharp also, but that only made him look even more attractive. Whoa whoa whoa wait… did I just think about Cry that way?! Despite the butterflies in his stomach, he kept looking Cry over. His blonde scruffy hair blended well with his sharp features. His eyes though, they were the best thing about him. They weren’t a deep blue, no, they were a beautiful teal almost. Upon closer inspection, you could see the ring of deep blue around his pupil blending with the bright blue on the outside. Stopping for a second, he realized how close they were. This made his cheeks flare up and his stomach erupt with fireworks. Ryan seemed to have the same reaction, as Felix could see the gamer’s cheeks go red as well. Before he knew it, he was leaning in and closing his eyes. Ryan seemed shocked at first, but he leaned in as well. Feeling the others lips against his, he only wanted more. He leaned up a little further and cozied himself. Ryan’s tongue flicked across his bottom lip and it begged for entrance. Felix gladly let him in, and their tongues collided. He battled the other for dominance but Ryan eventually won. Moving his own tongue around in Ryan’s mouth, he felt the other doing the same. They eventually broke apart, gasping for air and collapsing on the bed. Felix grinned and looked at Cry. “How long have you wanted to do that?” he asked. “A long time, Felix. A long time.” Cry wasn’t smiling though, and he knew why. You can’t just forget what happened earlier. Leaning over, he wrapped his arms around Cry and the two laid there, falling asleep in silence.
