Bully SE Drabbles

Tad/Peanut; Napping

Lazy afternoons are ever-desirable.

Both Tad and Peanut try so hellishly hard to keep their interactions off of the radar. It's an undesirable, and above all, thankless job, keeping up appearances. Peanut's heart aches when he remembers that one hand, the hand with which he strokes Tad's gorgeous skin in the comfort that lies behind closed doors, is the hand that must jolt the smaller boy roughly out of place. Slam him into lockers, give shoves to play up the clique-y hatred everyone assumes is now natural. The mouth that murmurs "I love yous" and soft assurances of Tad's strength and beauty, must harshly berate him instead.

He wishes that he needn't do so, but remembers the accentuated chaos that may ensue, each time he is tempted to out the both of them. He is terrified.

At the end of any given day, they are both drained. Pretending to hate someone with the same amount of passion with which you love them... It hurts, terribly so. The couples in various niches at Bullworth, all so vocal about their status and their love and their... Ability to freely express it without backlash. Tad isn't sure how he feels, but he knows it isn't well.

But then, they go home.

At home, things are different. Things are better. Peanut's home provides much needed shelter, love, warmth. Today in particular is rough on them both, for reasons left unspoken between them. All they wish for now is to be together.

Once inside, Tad has tucked himself against Peanut's side, and the latter's arm cradles him. His boy. His light. Suddenly his grip is a little more firm as remembers just how much he misses this all day, and they come to sit together, Tad curling himself closer and closer until it seems as if he's going to fuse together with his boyfriend. A sickeningly sweet display of comfort, and above all, happiness.

A vague post to tumblr comes from Peanut, typed with one hand while the other cups Tad's hip, thumbing softly against the slight skin exposed there. It indicates he is going to be unreachable for sometime. An unnamed boyfriend that has haunted the thought of whomever has cared enough to wonder just who in the hell he is, that is with whom he will be spending the afternoon. He locks his phone and tosses it aside. Now, his other arm is free to clasp his boyfriend closer, lock him in place. Hardly a word is exchanged, as he glances down to find that Tad has fallen asleep.

Peanut chuckles, admiring the other for a quiet moment that feels as if it lasts forever.

There is realization of just how exhausted he truly is. With such care, he moves one arm away again to take up a blanket nearby. He grips the fabric by a corner and, with a slight toss, he's unraveled it from its neatly folded state, gently and accidentally bopping Pecan with the material while she makes an attempt to join them. Peanut has covered them both before he scoops the pup up, kissing her head, and then Tad's.

Placing Pecan down, Peanut watches as she hops around between their laps, all panting and dopey doggy smiles. He smiles at the sight, and Tad stirs. She notices this before Peanut does, and the pup is in Tad's face a moment later. He sputters ungracefully as she grants him the grossest puppy kisses she can manage without even noticing. Right on the mouth.

Peanut's lips form a thin line as he holds back a laugh, and Pecan stays rested against Tad, little twitches of her head presenting every bit of her excitement. A little yip when she is not granted much attention other than stares. Tad snorts and wipes his face with the back of his hand, head resting against Peanut's shoulder again once he is calmed. Sighing, he cannot help but wrap arms around her, some murmur of, 'Please don't do that again.' following the gesture. She wiggles but ultimately calms, happy to have the contact, and Peanut watches the both of them, admiration gliding through his every vein.

Tad yawns, Pecan repeating the action and Peanut following suit until the three of them slowly exhale, all breathing out the physical manifestation of their exhaustion. Pecan shakes her head, ears flopping a little as she snuffles, snout pressed to Tad's shoulder. Tad tilts his head back, Peanut leans down to kiss him once, and without a word, he seems to drift off again. Fingers toy with the ear of the pup as he does so, going still once he has fallen into sleep. Peanut sighs, content now as things are calm once more. He rests a cheek against Tad's head, letting his own eyes slowly close, his free hand resting over Tad's upon Pecan's side. Their fingers lace together out of pure habit, and that is the last ounce of comfort Peanut needs before he, too, allows sleep to encase him, and the three of them snooze peacefully into the evening.

Lazy afternoons are ever-desirable.