High [Boy X Boy]

39 - Your Smoke-Washed Irises

(Song Recommendation: Katherine McNamara - Ember [Official Audio.])

Link sat on the bed, his legs swinging backwards and forwards. He was incredibly cold due to being naked, excluding the bed sheets covering his privacy.

As he took in a deep breath, the bedroom door creaked open. Vulture stepped in with wet clothes, wet hair and a look of melancholy on his face. "... You're going to get cold if you just sit without any clothes on..."

"... I was hoping you could warm me up..."

"... Link. If you're trying to screw with me, now isn't the time... I don't need some teen trying to fuck with me when I'm trying to recover from-" "I-I'm just trying to help! W-What else do you want me to do?!"

"... Just get out."

"Sean, listen to me-" "Get out!"

On the repeat of the ferocious words, Link grabbed his jeans and chased himself out of the room. He threw himself into the nearest guest room to get changed into something more comfortable. He was soon in bed, calm and collected.

He was a little offended in the ways that Vulture chose to speak to him. He wanted to kiss him goodnight or hug him or comfort him or calm him down or get him a drink.

Or lay with him. Just lay with him.

"S-Sean..." The teen whispered to himself, shaking with tears in his eyes. He curled up in the bed sheets, becoming aware of his fear of the dark due to not laying beside someone. He pulled the bed sheets over his head and snatched his phone from the bedside table to text Vulture once more before bed.

Link: Night.

Link waited for a while, staring at the blank phone screen before another message appeared beside his own.

Sean: Scared?

Link: Just a little bit.

Sean: Are you going to come into the other room?

Link: No. I just needed to message you goodnight. It's just something that makes me feel calm. Or whatever kind of stuff that it is. I don't know.

He pushed his phone aside but in the process of lifting it onto the bedside table, the bedroom door flung open. His hand snapped back and his phone fell to the floor instantly.

The bed dipped down at another person's presence and the bed sheets were pulled off.

Link was suddenly embraced by a deadly warmth that he snuggled into with shaky hands and closed eyes. "... I don't want you to ever force yourself into screwing... Especially when you think it'll make me feel better... It'll make me feel worse..." Vulture mumbled.

"... S-Sorry..." Link apologised softly. "S'fine... Other than that... I'm still really sorry about this morning-"

"Y-You're apologising to me?! You've been shot, thrown into a dumpster, scared for where I was and practically dead after what I said to you and you're sorry?! S-Sean, what is wrong with you?! Don't you dare apologise for this morning. It was an accident, over and done with. It's something I can get used to. You need a shower because you still smell of a trash can, I should have told you I was going out for a walk and then with regards to myself... I-I shouldn't have said the things I said... I was rude, offensive and all I want to do is help you... B-But I... I-I don't know."

Vulture couldn't help but smile and chuckle softly. "Look, I've been patched up now. I'm fine. I'll get a shower in the morning too... I'm too tired to grab one now... What you said isn't anything new and it doesn't take long to get over, especially considering the situation we're already in... But..."