Coffee and Sparkle (BL Yaoi Original)

Part 5

Coffee held Sparkle closely and firmly, making his way outside. At least they weren't too far away from his dorm... err... their dorm. Coffee was silent for most of the walk, making sure not to slip on anything or misstep. "...You okay?" he asked quietly as they waited to cross at a crosswalk. Hitching Sparkle up a little to get a better hold of him, Sparkle's face became closer to Coffee's. "That must have been scary." he added quietly, determined to not let Sparkle down; he didn't mind carrying Sparkle the whole way back.

Sparkle reajusted his hold around Coffee's neck, and laid his head down, taking in the smell of cinnamon and hazelnut that faintly resonated off of him. "...I'm okay." He said, after a while of silence. "I was just...I felt like I couldn't move...or something...I didn't know he wanted... that ..." His mind flashed back to the moment, the feeling of hands all over his body, and Indigo's figure blocking the light... he shivered and nuzzled more into Coffee's neck. "Mmmm....just wanna go home..."

Coffee felt his face heat up, and he cleared his throat. Feeling Sparkle push further into his neck, Coffee couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of protection wash over him. He wasn't going to let anyone do that to him ever again. "We're almost there." he spoke soothingly, voice low enough for only Sparkle to hear. Continuing their walk, Coffee's long legs strode to their dorms, surprisingly not ashamed when lingering students blinked at them. Coffee made his way to their room, opening the door with one hand and closing it with his foot. "Here we are." he said, gently depositing Sparkle onto his bed.

Sparkle closed his eyes and stayed with Coffee as he walked him to his dorms. He laid back into his bed and sighed at the comfort. As Coffee started to walk away...something erupted in Sparkle. Seeing Coffee's back turned to him in a place so dark... "COFFEE!" Sparkle screamed at the top of his lungs, gripping tightly at the back of his jacket, sitting on the side of his bed. He hid his face in the fabric and sat there, just trembling furiously. He...never wanted Coffee to leave him.

Caught off guard, Coffee elicited a surprised noise when Sparkle suddenly shouted. "Sparkle, what-" he cut himself off as Sparkle clutched at his jacket, pressing his face into his back. Coffee stood there for a moment, swallowing nervously before sighing quietly. Turning to face Sparkle, Coffee knelt down in front of him and smiled, gently taking Sparkle's face in his hands. "It's alright, I won't leave." Coffee gently patted Sparkle's head, and lightly stroked the strands of hair. "Do you want to sleep with me? I don't mind." he cooed, soothing Sparkle's trembling with his voice and hands. "Lets get dressed first. Then we can go to bed. Together." Coffee looked into Sparkle's eyes and spoke calmly to him.

Sparkle looked Coffee in his eyes, switching to each one as his breathing started to increase in speed. It scared him. It seriously scared him. He hadn't even known Coffee that long either, but he already felt so needy of him that it was unbearable to see him go. He never had someone like him in his life. Not his parents, his brother...not even a friend that he needed so much. He quickly attacked Coffee with a hug after his kind words, his smile calming him down. His arms clutched Coffee around his neck, and he pushed his face into his collarbone, squeezing him tightly. "...Yes." Sparkle whispered.

Coffee, not tensing or flinching, returned his hug. "Alright," he spoke softly. "sounds like a plan." he smiled and pressed his face into Sparkle's hair before gently pulling back. "The quicker we get dressed the quicker we can sleep." he coughed. "A... and maybe cuddle a little, if you want to Since you like that..." he mumbled, pulling his shirt off over his head and exchanging it for a looser, more comfortable one.

Sparkle nodded with a small, contented smile. He got up and took his coat and scarf off, placing them on top of the dresser for tomorrow. He stripped the rest of his clothes, throwing them into the basket and slipping a shirt on over his boxer briefs.