I'll wait

Chapter 33

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Damon rubbed his head and stood up from the bed he was laying on. "What the hell...?" He muttered to himself. It looked like his bed in his home. There was a small pain in the inner crook of his left elbow and a beeping in his mind. His feet found their way out of the bedroom and into the living room. "Where am I?"

He made his way to the window and looked outside. Trees still stood outside the building and danced occasionally from the wind. Wasn't he in a car accident? Why was he home?

Damon rubbed his head from all the confusion and sat down at the table. It was all so confusing. His hand traced along the table, it felt so real. Maybe he had dreamt the car accident.

The sound of the door opening filled his ears and his head raised. He felt his heart fall to his knees. Kenny stood there shimmying out of his jacket and ruffling his hair.

"Kenny...?" Damon stood and just stared at him.

Kenny glanced over and smiled his bright smile. "Hey Damon!" Before Damon could move, Kenny ran up and wrapped his arms around him, "I didn't expect to see you so soon..." Kenny looked up, "why are you already here?"

"I don't remember.." Damon muttered softly and squeezed Kenny, "but I don't understand. What's 'here'?"

Kenny smiled and hugged Damon tighter, "what do you remember?"

Damon shook his head, "I don't remember all that much.." He buried his face in Kenny's hair; he'd never realized the strawberry scent from his shampoo. A smile spread across Damon's lips, "I thought I went to your funeral..." A sigh fell softly past his lips and he laid a soft kiss atop Kenny's head, "I thought you died and I had to go on. I even thought I was in a car crash before I woke up in my own bed." Quietly, Damon chuckled to himself, "all a bad dream I suppose."

Kenny looked up and sighed. His head shook softly, and he walked away from Damon. "I don't want to tell you..."

Beep...Beep...

Damon paid little attention to the beeping slowing down in his mind. Whatever it was, it was starting to get annoying having in the background. He walked over to Kenny and sat beside where he had placed himself on the couch. He wrapped his arm around him, letting Kenny rest his head on his shoulder.

"You don't have to tell me..." Damon whispered softly and kissed the top of Kenny's head.

Kenny squeezed his eyes shut to keep the white hot sting of tears behind his eyes. "Damon.." Kenny hugged his lover tighter and let out a shaky breath, "you can still go back..." Kenny sucked a breath in past his teeth and looked at Damon, his eyes glazed with a layer of misty tears. "You can still go back Damon." Damon watched Kenny look away and run his hands down his face. "That beeping in your head isn't made up... It's all real Damon."

Green eyes stared at Kenny as Damon just gaped at Kenny, trying to find words. How had he known about the annoyance that was beeping in his head? What did he mean he could still go back?

Kenny breath was unsteady as he stood up and attempted to smile, "go out that door and you'll wake up in the hospital." Another unsteady breath left Kenny's lips and he forced himself to maintain his smile, "I'll wait till you're actually supposed to be here."

Damon stood up, "what the fuck are you even talking about?" He felt his anger burning low in his chest. Couldn't he just accept that it had just been a dream? Or accept that the beeping in his head was just from the killer headache that pounded at his brain.

"Don't fight me on this one, Damon." Kenny grinded his teeth, "you need to go before your chance runs out." When Damon didn't move he pointed to the door, "Go!"

Damon sighed and pulled Kenny against him "I love you..."

"I love you too." Kenny laid his head on Damon's shoulder. "But you have to go."

Damon stood there listening to the beeps getting softer and more spaced. He hugged Kenny closer and smiled softly, "I'm not going back."

"Yes you are!" Kenny pushed Damon off him and pointed to the door. "Please go. I don't want you to be here yet. You're not supposed to be here yet..."

Damon smile widened, and he stood still and crossed his arms. His head slowly shook.

"Go," Kenny finally broke and a tear rolled down his cheek, "I don't want you dead." Kenny pushed Damon's chest towards the door, "Don't be so stupid! Go, dammit!" When Damon didn't budge, he fell against his chest and sobbed softly, "You can't die... I don't want you to."

Damon wrapped his arms around Kenny holding him to his chest. "I'm not leaving you again."

Kenny's fists held tightly at Damon's shirt as he sobbed softly, "I don't want you here if it means you have to die too...."

Damon lifted Kenny's chin and smiled, "if I'm with you, that's far from dying." A chuckle left his lips, "at least you don't have to wait for me anymore."

"I'll always wait for you, Damon," Kenny sniffed and wiped away most of his tears on his hoodie sleeve.

Damon chuckled and pulled him into a kiss. He wiped away a tear that was about to fall from Kenny's eye and pulled out of the kiss.

"Hey, Damon?"

"Yea?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Kenny."

Damon pulled Kenny back into the kiss and that's how they stayed for a seeming forever. In each other's arms. Kenny's eyes kept leaking tears and Damon kept wiping them away with soft whispers of 'I love you'. It was even more perfect than the forest..

Beeeeeeeeep.

Damon heard it fill his mind, and the headache and pain in the crook of his elbow went away. It seemed like everything went away. Except Kenny and the house they were standing in. It was only them.
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Bobby was the first one to be notified on Damon's death and he dropped his phone when he got the text. He cried softly in the shop before telling Adam why.

A week passed before Bobby arranged Damon's funeral. He buried Damon next to Kenny and got the same type of tomb stone. He refused to give a speech at the funeral and didn't attend; he wasn't sure his old heart could take such sorrow. Though, frequently, Bobby would visit and smile knowing how close the two males were even in death. He would smile knowing that both males had been buried with their wedding rings on their fingers. He would smile reading the words on the stones.

Damon's was first and read, "I'll see you later."

Kenny's sat next to it and read, "I'll wait for later."

Words that would know nothing to anyone, except the ones who knew their story. The story of how a lonely mechanic fell for a preacher's boy.