One Shots

Blaze Fanfiction Pt. III (Miskey - PG-13)

A/N: BLAZE FANFICTION PART THREE YAAAS. Enjoy mwah. Also ily Lia (SuperheroesAndSprite) get ur ass back on Wattpad please and thank you. 

             And We're Breaking but Still Not Broken

      Whiskey sat on the edge of his bed with his back to Mi; who sat on the edge of the opposite side (with his back to Whiskey), clenching his hands into fists atop his lap. They were cold and shivering, both in nothing but their boxers.

      The room was dark, the Canadian winter nights still long. Too, too long. The only item they could find was their boxers that lay waiting for them under the duvet, at the bottom of the mattress. Whiskey thought about turning the light on, but knew he couldn't face having to look Mi in the eyes.

      The bedroom was heavy with regret. It wasn't the kind of regret you'd expect, however. Neither regretted what had just finished only five minutes ago. Neither regretted finally being able to let themselves go with each other, after keeping themselves pent up with secrets for so damn long.

      They couldn't understand why they both felt regret. But it was there, showing in the silence and the shallow breaths they were both taking in order to keep it that way. Making a sound just didn't feel right. Making any kind of sound would ruin everything.

      There was a shift from behind Whiskey that made his chest tighten. He heard the bed creak as Mi moved and, without looking, he realised that Mi was climbing back under the covers. It was still for a good few moments before Whiskey felt a hand slide up the curve of his back that sent a whole different kind of shiver tingling all along his shoulders and down his arms.

      He leaned into it. It was a cold touch, but it was Mi's touch. He leaned into it and he let his eyes fall shut and just for a second, just for that one second, he let himself believe that they could be something. Really be something.

      Mi's hand smoothed its way across Whiskey's skin, stopping at his waist and gently putting pressure on the space between his hips and his ribs, encouraging him to lay back. To climb under the covers, and so he did. He clambered beneath the duvet but didn't dare close the distance between them entirely.

     There was the smallest of gaps between their bodies but that was okay. It was okay, because at least they were together. At least they were still there with each other. Mi hadn't walked out. Whiskey hadn't left the room to take a breather, only to not return for hours. They were still together.

      The first time Whiskey felt his foot accidentally nudge up against Mi's, he felt a rush of fear. The second time, after the reaction from Miles had been only to roll over onto his side, he felt relaxed. Because Mi was facing him, his eyes were on the side of Whiskey's face. He knew it.

      He couldn't see through the darkness to meet with Mi's gaze, but he could feel his eyes on him all the same. He wanted to roll onto his side as well, to face Miles head on and perhaps, maybe, even start up a conversation that would last until sunrise.

      He wanted to do that. He really did. He just couldn't seem to convince his body to follow through and so he continued to lay there on his back, staring up at the empty darkness above him. He heard Mi take a deep breath, releasing the air with a heavy exhale that reached the tip of Whiskey's ear.

      "Mi?" he whispered. Mi didn't respond. "Mi, don't let it end like last time." He finished, voice breaking into a croak as he tried to raise his voice.

      And just when Whiskey thought he wasn't going to get a reply, Mi said, "I won't." And then, in a tired slur he added, "Promise."

      They both drifted to sleep.