crowded thoughts

wc scene

w grey

     He can't help it as his eyes stray away from Carter, her voice emptying his ears as his mind focuses on the boy with red streaks in his hair. His fingernails are painted today: an almost charcoal color. He stands tall for being a loner, like he knows something that everyone else doesn't. Walker's stomach flutters as they make eye contact. Opening his mouth, he doesn't look away and neither does the boy.
With a nod of his head and a smirk at his lips, the boy finally dips his head, his stare fading. Walker lets out a breath that he was holding for too long.

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     "You okay?"
      "Yeah," he mutters, "I'm fine."

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      Walker tilts his head as he leans his elbows up on his knees, his eyes looking past his eyelids and over at Grey. He opens his mouth, ready to say something, when leans back and shakes his head. He watches Grey as he holds the lighter up to his pipe and blows out a hazy breath. Looking away for a second, he lets out a sigh and then glances back over at Grey. They make eye contact, almost instantly, causing Walker to bite the inside of his cheek.
     Grey puts the pipe on the table and moves a bit closer to Walker, intentionally letting his left knee against Walker's right leg. "So," Grey blows out a puff of smoke, "how are we mentally?" He softly asks, his voice rough against the air.
     "I'm good," Walker replies, shrugging his shoulders.
      "Better than the last time we seen each other?" He asks, raising an eyebrow as his eyes start to glaze over.
       "Yeah, I'm doing a lot better," Walker admits, running a hand through his hair. He notices Grey move in a bit closer to him.
      "Better enough to actually kiss me?" Grey lets out, tilting his chin up. Walker stares at him for a moment and then tenses up. "I notice things, you know."
     "What're you talking about?" Walker plays off, causing Grey to send him a look.
      "I know you were going to kiss me the other day. At the party. You don't have to lie, I know," he gently tells him. "Why'd you stop?"
     "What do you mean?" Walker furrows his eyebrows, clenching his hands into fists.
      "Why's you stop yourself from kissing me? Were you scared?" He quietly asks, propping his head on the palm of his hand. He looks Walker up and down. Walker's mouth parts, but he stays silent. "I would've kissed you back."
      Walker doesn't know what to say. Probably because he's high and feels like this is some sort of dream, but also because he's never experienced this before. What is Grey even saying? He'd kiss him back? What? That sounds crazy. Walker's not gay, not in the slightest! He doesn't like boys, but for some reason, Grey causes his stomach to stir and his heart to pound that extra beat.
     "Do it." Waller's eyes widen.
     "What?"
     "Kiss me," Grey demands, pulling himself up from his haze.
     "Dude, I'm not going to kiss you," Walker pushes at his chest softly. Grey sends him a look.
      "So, you didn't want to kiss me?" He asks, scrunching his nose. Walker doesn't say anything. "Look, I want you to do it. You don't have to if you don't want to, but if you're scared that I'm going to get mad, I'm not. Just do it if you're ready."
     There's a pause.
      "Alright, I—"
     "You kiss me," Walker tells him. Grey's throat bobs, and he seems sober again. "Are you scared?"
      "I know what you're doing," Grey replies shortly, moving his body into Walker's. "But I'm not scared, and I know what I want." Walker holds his breath as he feels Grey place a hand on the back of his head. They stare at each other, almost in a daring way, waiting for the other to just do it.
      "Seems like you don't want it enough," Walker finally says, his voice a whisper as he starts to become dizzy. Grey just shakes his head, and then gently pulls Walker's face close to his.
     Their lips are almost touching, their heavy breaths mixing together. Walker shuts his eyes as he feels Grey lean his forehead against his. In a matter of seconds, their lips are pressed against one another, both of them not knowing who did it first. Walker holds his breath as he kisses Grey, his hands staying close by his side as Grey's are all over him. They're in his hair, and then running down his chest, and then on his neck, and then back down his chest, and then in his hair again.
     The kiss is long. It lasts for a while. There's nothing sexual about it; no tongue and no touching in certain areas. They're just kissing and holding it each other.
     Finally, Grey breaks away. He brings a hand up to his eyes and begins rubbing, the other one still in Walker's hair. Walker opens his eyes and sees Grey's swollen lips. His, too, feels swollen and almost raw like. "Sorry," Grey breathes out, "I got tired."

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