A man keeps getting mixed signals from his crush.
Turns out things aren't as complicated as he thought.---
Safe... What does it mean? There are so many things that different people consider "safe." But what does it truly mean?
It means to have no fear. To feel content enough at the current moment that you will brave your fears just long enough to be certain that there's really anything to be afraid of at all. And that's what he felt with Brock.
Safe. And content enough that he decided, what's the harm in testing the waters? To see if there is anything truly there before just jumping straight to the conclusion that Brock might actually love him back.
Jonathan sighed heavily through his nose, the blanket that kept him warm at Brock's side was slowly starting to force them closer together until their shoulders were touching and he spoke.
"Can I ask you a hypothetical question?" he asked and he felt Brock's head turn and rest on his shoulder. "Depends on what that question is," Brock said, his breath ghosting over the back of his neck. Jonathan had to dip his fingernails into his arm to stop the shiver that wanted to rack his whole body.
"Say that I... hypothetically like, this person. But I don't know how they really feel about me, they've given hints, joked about it a few times, maybe gave off a few mixed signals... But I'm still not sure if what I think they are implying is what I want it to be.
And no, I don't want to just go up and tell them, because I don't want to ruin what we already have. You just make me feel so safe, and warm, and I want to keep that but I don't know if that's what you want either or if it's just my mind and emotions jumping to conclusions and seeing things that aren't even there and-"
"Jonathan," Brock cut him off, his fingers brushing against the nape of his neck as he sat up to look more directly at him. "You don't have to ramble on about things I already know... I joke and I tease, I lead you on because, hell... I was afraid."
"Afraid of what?" Jonathan asked and Brock shook his head. "I was afraid that was all it was. The joke of the day between us, a silly misleading comment to put in our videos. I knew all along but I was still afraid."
Jonathan scoffed, all this time. Brock was his safety, but Brock never felt safe around him. "I'll keep you safe," he finally said, "I'll keep you safe, the same way you've done for me."
Brock smiled down at him, burying his head in the crook of his neck and then they both started giggling. "Evan's gonna rub it in our faces when we tell the others, I know it," Brock stated and Jonathan raised a brow in question and Brock pressed his lips together. "He pretty much called it from the beginning. Even asked to be the best man," he said with a huff and Jonathan laughed. "Alright, so long as I'm his at his and Toonz's, it's alright with me."
Brock laughed until he realized Jonathan was serious and looked at him oddly. "Luke and Evan? For real?"
Jonathan nodded. "Oh yeah, Luke has a thing, and Evan may or may not have told me before that he's pretty into the rock scene. Even though Luke doesn't listen to it much he looks the part."
Brock started laughing again, nodding his head as it calmed with a chuckle. "Yeah, he's a true Murican all right."
Jonathan laughed and nodded. Feeling safe, alongside him, and even safer with him.
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It's no secret that everybody loves Delirious, and now I'm giving all (well. Most) of the boy's a chance to spread their love for the kooky teddy bear loving maniac!
(Recommend an uncommon/unpopular Delirious ship here and you might just get lucky)
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H2OVanoss & Bitches
FanfictionWelcome one and all to a place where the smuts are kinky, the angst is intense, and the tags are mostly misleading! It's a book all about H2OVanoss and their little bitches!