There was foot shaking and scratching at skin and Alan yelling at Austin to stop. It was Thursday and the tests Austin had gotten done Tuesday at this very office, had resulted. So Alan, Austin and his parents sat in the tiny room waiting for the doctor to tell them if Austin was sick or not, which Austin said he already knew that he was. Don't ask him how, he read every major article about the disease, and honestly he just knew. The light bouncing off of the white washed walls was almost blinding and the cold silence in the room was spreading through all four of them.
Alan didn't know what to say aside from Austin's name when he'd start digging at his skin again, it was a nasty habit to have acquired over the years. A nervous tick that was almost more than just that. Almost. Over time Austin had gained faint scar marks from some of them where the skin had never fully healed, little flecks of darkness over his skin that were once remnants of the act. Scabs that were scratched back open because they had itched from healing, leaving traces of blood and crusted brown under Austin's nails. It was terrible really, it was annoying and having Alan bother him about it made him want to scratch just that much more, even though he knew it was because he cared. It was just one of those things though that couldn't be helped. He was determined to be rid of it though, but then he still had picking at his nails and chewing at the flaked up skin on the inside of his lip.
Not even a minute after Alan had yelled at austin again for scratching at the top his hand, the doctor appeared through the thick wooden door, following the two even knocks she left. It felt weird because Austin though it should be three. An odd number of knocks, not even.
She stretched her arm out to Alan, greeting him with a smile before anyone else, "Hi, I'm Doctor Kennedy, I don't think we've met?"
"um, Alan, I'm Alan. Meow..." Austin tried not to smile at his best friend but was unable to stop himself from showing his teeth.
"Well Alan, I think we'll get along just fine if you can make Austin smile like that" Dr. Kennedy was giving a gracious smile down the line and shaking hands, almost ignoring the slight blush that came to Alan's cheeks. It wouldn't have been noticible if his hair wasn't so red that it brang out the color in his face. "so, I understand that you got the tests done that I asked you to. Now you all understand that there are options and treatment for Marfan right?"
Austin shook his head up and down, his stare wandering to the floor, she was setting them up for bad news. "we all know, I've gotten as much information about it that I could." his voice was faint as he spoke, and his mother gave him a reassuring squeeze to the knee, knowing as well as Austin what they were going to be told. Time was freezing again for Austin and even though he knew the results and could hear Dr. Kennedy, he wasn't listening.
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An hour later and they were back at the Carlile's home, the two boys in Austin's room, his parents getting ready to go out. "so I'm staying the night since there's no school tomorrow right? Right."
Austin just nodded and laughed, it was as if he didn't just get the worst news that he could have ever gotten. "I mean if you wanna stay the night, it's not like my mom and dad'll care."
"well yeah but..."
"hm? What?"
"Nothing, I dunno" Alan shrugged and started going through Austin's drawers to find a pair of his own sweat pants that he'd left here. Alan didn't like to be restricted in his southern regions when there were available loose pants, besides he could sit more comfortably like that, and by comfortably he meant strangely.
"okay well fine just go through my stuff?" Austin came up behind him, leaning down to put his head on Alan's shoulder, and his hands around his waist.
"like you even care? If it was a big deal I know you would have said something before now, it's like 13 years too late for that so" Alan closed the drawer after getting what he was looking for and at the same time heard the front door close, expecting Austin to let him go so he could change his pants. But Austin didn't. "Aus."
"what?" Austin was snuggled into Alan's neck, his hair brushing against it.
"okay you have two options right now, either let me go or help me take my pants off." Alan was pretty much kidding about the second thing but wasn't as shocked as he really should have been when he felt Austin pull him back so he was closer, and felt his hands slide around the front of him to pop the button on his skinnies. "Austin." he breathed, almost a warning, but mostly compliance, giving permission.
Taking the pull tab of Alan's zipper between his fingers, Austin began to slide it down slowly, his breath hot and heavy on Alan's neck. Alan was mentally panicking because what [i]the fuck[/i] was happening right now? He was visibly tense as the zipper was slid down the last little bit and Austin began to tug at the jeans, bringing them down over his thighs, he could feel his dick pressing easier against his boxer briefs. Needles to say Alan was more than just a little turned on by this and knew hat Austin could tell.
The music from Alan's phone changed from an acoustic You Me At Six song, to Not The American Average by Asking Alexandria and he could hear Austin laugh a little behind him as he tugged Alan's jeans down to his ankles. [i] Fuck this was not happening right now[/i].
And it wasn't really, because just as Alan thought Austin was going to shove his hand down into his boxers, like he was hoping he would, he felt himself being turned around to have Austin's lips crash into his own, and his lower back pushed into a metal handle. Austin took the chance of Alan gasping from the sudden pain to slip his tongue into his mouth, and his hands around his waist.
Alan just melted into him, pretty much becoming jello in his hands because god damn Austin was such a good fucking kisser, but he may or may not know about how badly Alan [i]loves[/i] him teasing him the way he did. Alan was pushed back even further when Austin lent in more, pressing their bodies together almost seamlessly as Alan has previously laced his fingers together around his neck. But with the nudge of his nose against Alan's, and his forehead pressed against his, Austin pulled away all too soon, and Alan did not like it. He wanted more of that, more of Austin's mouth on [i]more[/i] of him and [i]fuck[/i] if he didn't stop he might need to make that happen or go to the bathroom to take care of himself.
"what - what was that for?" Alan was standing there shocked and a bit out of breath, his hands having slid down from around Austin's neck to his chest.
"because I felt like it, I dunno. so um, you should get your sweats on, yeah?"
"um, yeah... Yeah." he pulled them off of the dresser behind him and let them unfold. Stepping into them, he saw Austin lay on his bed out of the corner of his eye. He took his shirt off and went to lay on top of him to cuddle. It was only mid afternoon but Alan had decided he needed a nap now and Austin was going to be his pillow. Cats do need their sleep you know.
