Here's My Heart In a Postcard, Darling || SlyPKC TwoShot

2. Wish You Were Here.

"Here's my heart in a postcard, darling. Just one step from the edge.
Sleep alone and it's so hard, darling. You're next to me in my head.
But it's too late, too late to call. Are you out there? Too late, too much to say."

---

Ironic how both men fucked up.

They began spending more time together, they were joined at the hip. Brotherly love, soul mates, it had all become the same terms in reality. The two men were more like lovers.

Seamus began to forget about James, just as he scars and markings began to fade from his skin completely. They just left shitty memories behind now, and the drunken man he once loved was too fallen back onto his ass to care or realize when he and Eddie grew fonder of the other.

He had never felt so alive in Eddie's arms.

So safe, and so normal.

He remembered what they had said to the other weeks prior, "at least we won't be alone, we have each other."

When Eddie was gone back home to see family, he and Seamus wrote letters back and forth. As physical representations of the other to have in reminisce.

He just hoped that he was enough for the slightly younger man.

That's all that he has ever wanted.

---

Eddie found the other boy perched upon their balcony, standing alone, stranded. One foot crossed over the other and his clear blue eyes scanned the snow-fallen streets of Denver. It was like a pale sheet of white had grazed the ground beneath the two and the traffic around.

Instinctively, he slipped beside the older man. His slender fingers curled around the railing  and  he snaked his arms around his thin waist, pulling his significant other closer to his body. Seamus averted his eyes from his lover as a frown tugged at the edges of his lips.

As Eddie began to notice this, he titled the blond's chin up with his finger and eyes set on his blank expression. His nose nestled into the side of his neck and he buried it within soft skin, he shed warm and salty droplets from the rims of his shiny light eyes. They pressed against and stained the Puerto Rican's sweater slightly, the least of his worries.

A hand rested on Seamus' lower hip and he traced circles onto the small of his back through the fabric of his clothing. The other hand found its way gracefully towards a flushed cheek.

They were tear-streaked and red as Seamus had obviously been crying. Eddie tilted his head and examined the other's face.

Pushing him back a little, he wanted to look directly into his cloudy eyes. They hadn't made eye-contact yet this night as he ended up cupping his pretty face into his calloused hands and shaking palms.

Tears made their way down either side of his cheek but Eddie used his thumbs to gently stroke them away again.

"What's wrong?" His sentence was stretched out and pained, he as worried about the other. He knew of James' abusive past and feared that it may have affected their current relationship.

A small, yet weary smile, found its way dancing across Seamus' thin lips. Those perfect lips that Eddie grew to fall madly in love with, of course. The pair of lips that knew how to please someone, that could only belong to Seamus O'Doherty.

"Nothing," he almost whispered as his voice was hushed, "nothing is wrong." he replied.

He covered Eddie's hands with his own, chilling cold ones. They were tainted blue as the winter air lingers through their pores. The flesh lining his hands softens as he says these words, though Eddie was unsure as if he may have been lying to him. They brought their entwined fingers together and the shorter male stepped a bit closer between them.

He laid his head onto Eddie's chest and closed his eyes to the beat of his heart. It was steady and shallow to the core. He finally wrapped his own arms around the other's waist and closed the gap between their bodies as hips pressed against hips.

"I'm happy," he continued, speaking gently still, "I'm happy when I'm with you."

He couldn't have been happier.

---

Waking up in the morning had to have been Eddie's favorite part of the day. The rich afterglow of the night before fallen upon his lover's face, as he lay wrapped into his embrace. Messy hair and a lazy expression to match.

"You're beautiful."

He would then look up with a red face, shyly, "and you're amazing." He could trace his hand onto Eddie's cheek and pull him into a long kiss. 

"Do you think.. think this is wrong?" Seamus may ask, because he left James for someone else. Their relationship wasn't the best, although it was still something that he held dear to his heart. He also held Eddie close, as well. 

"You make me happy," he thought for a long time, "I'm not giving that up for anyone else. Even if the people know, it doesn't matter, anyway." He continues to hold his face in his palms and resting their noses against the other sincerely.

"I've missed you." He says whilst drawing Seamus close to his embrace. They fit perfectly together, as if they were made this way.

The past slowly turned into dust within their minds and suddenly James didn't matter, nor did his abusive relationships. They couldn't deny that they needed each other to fall back on. Even if they were apart, they would always end up together again.

"Never leave me again," he says sternly and looking at the smaller man, "if you leave, call me everyday. Just to tell me how you feel."

"I will." He kisses his nose lightly, brisking it.

"Then come back," he wraps their fingers together and pulls both of their hands towards his untrimmed, tattooed chest, to feel how his heart pounded within his ribcage. The younger boy breathed against him and he mumbled something more. "You have to come back to me, Seamus."

Their kiss was full and filled with promise. Their smiles sang something beautiful and he was rewarded with more kisses trailing down his neck and collar.

It reassured him and made him feel loved. They moved against the other, to collapse into a tight hug. They cuddled closer and Eddie closed his eyes tightly. Memories of just a few months ago faded into blackness, the corner's of his mind.

Simply the warmth of Seamus' light filled him now.

As they fell asleep into each-other's arms, he whispered to him, "when I'm with you, I feel  at home." 

So Seamus released the words that he had been holding back for some time.

"I love you, Eddie."

---

"Who is he?" 

Seamus sat in the car beside the woman in the car, Ashley, as he watched Colorado disappear behind him as well as all of the memories and friends that he was leaving behind.

As well as Eddie Cardona.

"Who?" He arches his brows at her. 

"The boy."

"What boy?"

"You and I both know that it's not James." She was right, and he knew exactly what she was trying to say right now.

A reminder that he should tell her about how he finally left the man who abused and raped him sometime soon sent a guilty feeling into his veins. "How do you know it's not James, though?" He remarks slyly.

Her hand settled on his for the first time since they got out of this shitty town. Her skin stretched over fragile bones and her grin withered away. "Your voice is softer and your eyes light up when you talk about him. Who is he, this mystery boy?"

He clenched his fingers around hers and sighed. "He's.." 

"He's... love?" She finished his thoughts for him.

"Yeah." He replies with a sad, broken smile and teary eyes.

---

"Wish you were here. Wish you well. If you'd only share this hell. But you leave, and stains are left on me. I wish you, I wish you were here.
But it's too late, too late to call. Are you out there? Too late, too much to say."