One Shots

"good morning angel"

prompt: "good morning angel"
Here's another Hardzello fanfic, enjoy.

"Good morning angel"
He says to Ben, gently stirring him awake with one of his hands.
Joe's hands are surprisingly soft for all the time he spends shredding away at the bass. Hard enough to be firm, but soft enough to feel as if you're interacting with an angel. Which is why Ben always thought it funny that angel was the nickname that he had gotten. He was no angel, and it wasn't a secret. A few times Ben had tried to call Joe the same name, but the man had insisted that he was the only one who could call the other so.
Joe is careful not to hurt or startle Ben in any way because he knows, despite the facade, his angel is a very fragile boy, haunted by his past and unsure of his future.
The boy stirs, peacefully waking to the boy across from him. His eyes were still dreary, the sleep clinging to him for as long as possible. His lips were a dusty rose color and almost seemed to tease the blond boy, taunting him about how he could never have them.
The boys had an interesting relationship. They weren't boyfriends, but they often slept with one another, limbs wrapped around various places and fingers often intertwined. Each had a pet name for the other. And they could often be found staring into each other's eyes, playing with the other's hair, or blushing profusely at nearly anything.
But they couldn't be dating. After all, Joe was straight. And Ben, well, it's complicated to say the least.
All Ben wanted to do was to take the brunet by the collar of his shirt and push their lips together, which would either destroy or deepen their relationship. He wished to straddle the slightly shorter boy, taking his chestnut locks in his hands as he continued the kiss. Even just a peck on the lips. Or anything that would move their bond from platonic to more romantic, lustful, and physical.
But he stifles his desires and simply rolls closer to Joe, bringing him into a hug in the process.
"Right back at you, honey"
He says, returning an equal look of exhaustion to the brunet.
Joe blushes at the pet name, clearly very affected by Ben's gruff voice and obvious affection for him.
Joe wished that everything but the other boy could simply go away, like snow melting into the ground on a hot day after a snowstorm. Ben was his angel. His savior. Even though he didn't know it, Ben had saved him more times than he could count. Like he was sent from above to keep him alive. And despite all that he's tried to do to avoid it, he's developed a deep caring for the boy in a way that's anything but platonic.
Each stares into the other's eyes for a few moments before turning away and getting out of the soft comfort that stays under the warm blankets of the bed they share.

And neither of the boys confess their feelings for the other. No moves are made beyond the regular boundaries, and they go to sleep once again that night, just as disappointed with their situation as the day before.
Each was too afraid of rejection to do anything but hope that the other boy would make the first move.

A/N:
I don't know if putting "enjoy" in the beginning sounds too cocky?!? I'm sorry if it came across that way. Quite frankly, I think my writing is utter shit, so me saying that is actually sort of me poking fun at myself. I'm gonna continue to do it cause I think it's funny, but I though I'd let y'all know so I don't sound like a pretentious asshole. Thanks. Bye.