Joji's P.O.V
I smiled as we both got up and walked to the couch. It still astounds me that I am finally happy, but over this cunt? It doesn't make any sense. Other than his amazing smile, a laugh that fills up a room, beautiful eyes, and amazing brown curly hair- how am I thinking this?! I can't be gay! Not after all this time! No, it just can't be. He wouldn't like someone like me anyway. I started to frown, Ian apparently took notice of this, "hey, Joji you okay?" Ian asked concerned, "yeah, I'm fine." I said with a slightly forced smile. Ian didn't seem convinced. "Joji you have to do exactly as I say okay?" Ian asked seriously. "Sure. As long as it isn't some gay shit." I said with a small laugh. He just nodded. "Roll up your sleeves." He said in a commanding tone. "W-what?" I asked, he couldn't know! He couldn't! Fuck! I bet he thinks I'm some fucking emo fag! Fuck! "Roll. Up. Your. Sleeves." Ian said raising his eyebrows. "O-okay." I said timidly. Well fuck it , if he already knew oh well. I rolled both up, only one containing scars. "Joji. Why?" Ian asked eyes full of worry and sadness. I started to tear up, "I don't know. It's just, I was t-thinking a-and I realized I don't mean a-anything, never d-did, and n-never will." I said as I started full on sobbing. "I-it's okay if y-you think I-I'm some emo f-fag and w-want to leave." I said through the sobs. Ian just looked at me full of sadness and worry and concern. He just hugged me to his chest, I liked it a lot. It made me feel safe, and warm. I could finally feel somewhat at peace like this. I didn't want to pull away, Ian wiped my tears with his thumb. "Shh don't cry." Ian said soothingly. I closed my eyes and relaxed. My tears finally stopped streaming down my face. He held my head and pulled it back, to make me look at him. "I've been wanting to tell you this for a while now, and it seems like you need to hear it now. I love you, okay? A lot I don't know why, but all the way from your stupid Filthy Frank skits to your meaningful lyrics in your older songs. I love it all and I mostly love you, just let me fix you, please?" Ian begged wanting to be let in, oh so bad. "Ian, I love you, everything about you. There isn't one thing I don't love about you. Everytime you hug me or wrap your arms around me, I feel safe and at peace. Yes." I said finally letting him in and opening up to someone. Ian and I smiled, we both cried tears of happiness. We were both exhausted by this point, we both stripped to our boxers and cuddled in my bed. My head buried in his chest, his arms wrapped protectively arround me. For once I fell asleep, wishing I would survive to see the light of day.
Suggestions? I don't really know what else to write, I've been wanting to write this for a couple days, now I found the perfect shop for it. So I wanted to get it out. I'll take anyone's suggestions whether it be smut or fluff or even angst like this. Byeee love you 3 people that read my dumb shit XD
