Turns out, Sami just got out of his side of the car to join Kai in his. Kai didn't mind (maybe the buckle of the seatbelt was digging into his back just a little bit, but that was okay). Curled sideways into one another, face to face, the flower boy was content. At peace (he had come to realize that the smell of cigarettes and Juicy Fruit gum was really quite soothing). The psycho from the nineties was playing with the flower boy's hair, something that Kai hadn't realized that he missed so dearly. He said so.
"Who used to play with your hair?" The boy in the psycho's arms froze and tensed against his chest, but remained silent. "Was it your momma dolly?" At that, Kai shook his head.
"No, not my real momma." His real momma never played with his hair. His real momma came with yelling and hands, but never in Kai's hair. "Lupe did though. Lupe was nice." Lupe came with warm kitchens and warmer hugs. Her hands were always in Kai's hair.
"Is Lupe the reason you still wear that crucifix dolly? After all, you don't strike me as the church type, so you must have really liked the person that gave it to you." Kai hummed in affirmation, the sound muffled in the psycho's chest. Sami noticed with affection that his flower boy was nuzzling into his chest- almost like a cat. He wrapped his arm tighter around his baby's waist, pulling their bodies flush to one another. "Okay baby."
He never stopped playing with Kai's hair.
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"Doll, you gotta wake up," Sami whispered. "It's four thirty." The flower boy squirmed closer to Sami if that was even possible (it wasn't, but he tried anyway). Sami laughed. "Come on, we've gotta get changed- we're gonna see my daddy right dolly? You gotta get up." Kai groaned, but opened his eyes anyways. "Good boy."
The blush that spread across the boy's cheeks was all too pretty- it reminded Sami just how mortal his little flower boy was. And not for the first time, the psycho thought the art student would be pretty covered in blood.
"I can't get up unless you let me go," Kai reminded, snapping Sami out of his murderous (and oh so satisfying) fantasies. Sami captured the boy's lips in a quick and bruising kiss before letting his flower boy go and climbing out of the car.
"Go ahead and get changed baby."
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SUGAR AND STEEL
Подростковая литератураIn which a boy as sweet and sickly as cough syrup and cotton candy meets a boy that tastes like Juicy Fruit and cigarettes (and is best friends with a butterfly knife)
