Elder Chris Thomas lives for two things: Poptarts, and his mission. Sure, he's got his fair share of problems, but it's nothing he can't handle...right? That is, until a boy on his mission starts making it hard for him to stay awake, and suddenly Ch...
Poptarts opened his eyes and it was almost like he had gone back in time. He flashed back to the first attack he had had in front of Elder Church, how embarrassed he had been. And all of the things that had happened since then. Here he was again, on the floor of their tiny kitchen in Uganda, laying across Elder Church's lap.
The light streaming through the window behind Church illuminated his face. Poptarts hadn't noticed his freckles before, scattered across his cheeks like stars in the sky. Poptarts was unexpectedly filled with the urge to kiss each and every one.
"Oh, good, you're awake," Church said, a smile spreading across his face. Poptarts heart fluttered at the smile he knew was meant for him.
"Yeah..." Poptarts said, mentally kicking himself for the lame response, but how was he supposed to respond coherently when Elder Church's eyes were so pretty? He could stare at them all day.
Just like before, neither of them moved.
"Um...thanks for not leaving me here?" Poptarts said, attempting to break the silence.
"Oh...yeah..."
Poptarts felt an overwhelming urge to face palm. He knew he shouldn't have told Church how he felt. Now everything was different, awkward where it once was easy. He almost wanted to tell Church to just forget what he said before.
"About what I said-"
"So, did you mean it?"
Church spoke at the same time. His voice was low and soft, as though he didn't quite believe Poptart's previous words had actually been true. His tone was off putting to Poptarts. It wasn't possible- could he really? Screw it. Poptarts thought. He already knows, whats the point?
"Mean what?" Poptarts teased. Church smirked, playing along.
"You know what I mean, Chris." Dang it, Church knew that Poptarts couldn't resist how he said his name. He said it like it was special, like it meant something important.
Poptarts held back a laugh, feigning ignorance. "What do you mean?"
"Do I need to spell it out for you?" Church asked with a faux-indignant sigh.
"Yeah, that would be nice."
Church ruffled Poptart's hair, sending little shivers down his spine. "Do you, Christopher 'Poptarts' Thomas, have a crush on me?"
"Maybe..." Poptarts said, trying and failing to imitate one of Church's winks. "Why would that matter?" he asked, playfully nudging Church's arm.
"Because, I needed to know that you liked me so it wouldn't be weird if I did this."
James grabbed Chris by the shoulders and pulled him up into a deep kiss.
Fireworks sparked in the back of Chris's brain. So this was what all the hype was about. James ran his hands up and down Chris's back like he was playing the strings of a guitar. Chris melted into his touch. He ran his hands through James's hair, pulling them closer together. James shifted Chris in his lap so that he was sitting upright, without breaking the kiss between them. Chris had never felt more awake.
They were finally broken up by the sound of McKinley's voice outside the door.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna let them out, if nothing's happened by now, I don't think it ever will." The door knob rattled and McKinley poked his head in the door. Chris whipped around, making eye contact with the increasingly awkward district leader.
"Oh...Okay...I'm just gonna...go...then," McKinley said, ducking out of the room. The door clicked shut and his footsteps shuffled quickly down the hallway.
James laughed, a sound that made Chris's heart flip over. "We should probably get out there, huh?"
Chris nodded. "Yeah, probably."
They didn't move for a moment more, just looking at each other openly, now that they could. Chris wanted to memorize every detail of his beautiful face, to capture this perfect moment in his memory.
"Come on," James said. He stood, extending his hand for Chris. Chris grabbed it, noting how well their hands fit together.
They walked out of the kitchen hand in hand. Together.
A/N:
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That's the end folks!
I'm kinda shook that this is finally over (especially considering that this chapter should have been out two weeks ago...)
But there you go, you get your happy ending (and all the goddamn cliches in the world)
Also, I 100% didn't randomly shift into using their first names in the middle of the final chapter, what? Seriously though, I didn't want to write a kiss with 'Poptarts' so 'Chris' is what we ended up with.
There will be a few closing chapters after this, and probably a preview of my next fic (it's going to be one of two mcpriceley fics I'm developing right now), so stay tuned for that!
Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! It means everything to me. I really hope you enjoyed reading this slightly repetitive dumpster fire.
(Also I definitely didn't postpone posting this until I had my phone so I could put in the Ferris gif, nope)
