Summer Love (Anthony Trujillo & Emilio Martinez)

Who Said I'm in Love?

Ivan' nimble fingers catch Emilio's chin, bringing their eyes together. "He's a good guy."

Emilio wants to scream, can feel the sound crawling up his throat as Ivan' blue eyes bore into his own.

The sound he does release is more of a pathetic whine, which, really, describes his state quite perfectly. Pathetic.

Tears threaten to blur Emilio's vision, his clenched fists scrub his eyes before Ivan can see. "Fuck, I know he is. The best."

"Whatcha gonna do?" Emilio feels the movement of Ivan' lips against his temple more than he hears the words, his voice muted by the salty breeze.

"Bloody hell if I know"

"You'll figure it out E, you always do." It's mumbled so quietly, so unlike Ivan' usual loud, obnoxious self. It's what Emilio loves most about his brother, how he can be annoying as shit the majority of the time, but he'd jump through hoops for the people he cares about, knowing exactly what Emilio needs even when he himself has no idea.

"I just wish I could just take him somewhere to hide from the reality of it all y'know? Somewhere we'd be alone to just bask in this feeling."

Ivan knocks their shoulders together humming under his breath as a smile tugs at his lips, "You turn into a right mushy when you're in love, y'know that?"

Ivan doesn't even flinch as Emilio roughly flicks his ear, "Who said I'm in love?"

"E, you blush if the guy as much as smiles at you."

Emilio can feel his face redden. It's not his fault the boy's smile makes his insides do somersaults, the way his entire face bunches in the most precious way. His eyes crinkle into half moons as his shoulders rise-
"Don't go all blushy on me now, you weren't shy about sucking the guys face off every chance ye got."

Emilio's tempted to push his brother into the water below, but knowing Ivan, he'd drag Emilio in with him.

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