The blonde consumed his every thought, his mind unable to escape frosty locks and frozen eyes. Three days. They had only been apart three days. And he was a mess.
A soft, sharp ding echoed shortly. Daniel glared at the device, blue seas red with violently splashing waves. The imaginary sound of glass shattering and plastic snapping causing warm euphoria to lick his nerves. Fingers twitching with desire.
Anything could be happening to Corbyn and here he was, sitting. Always just sitting there. Watching, waiting, fucking praying.
Lithe, pale fingers nuzzled into his hair, tugging until it hurt. He growled into his palms, face red with frustration.
Strands of chocolate brown littering his inner hand, some stuck between his finger nails. The throbbing sting of his scalp made his eyes flutter, almost purring.
He threw himself off his couch, snatching his keys and storming out of his apartment.
His knuckles a pasty white, hand aching around the steering wheel. The love of his hair the source of his courage.
He pulled up to the townhouse. It's pristine white a dark gray in the shadows that always seemed to linger. Its windows large and clear, watching his every move as it loomed over him. Using his key, he opened to red door, allowing the building to swallow him.
Frost blonde caught his eye, barely visible past the white couch. Corbyn didn't react, he sat. Staring at nothing. His song silent.
" Corbyn, thank God," he breathed, approaching the sofa," I was so worried."
He didn't move.
Daniel came around to the front, kneeling before him. His bottom lip split down the center, caked with burgundy scabs. Nose a bloody red with streams frozen just above his Cupid's bow. Pale blue blocked with swollen, inky purple flesh. Oceans grew still, softened by scarce, gentle waves. Cupping his cheek lovingly.
" Baby, are you okay?" Warm, soft skin nuzzled into his palm.
" I missed you," spoken quietly, lost to all, but the boy they were for.
" What happened?" The blonde shook his head.
" Corbyn."
" Dan, please. Please not right now."
The taller bit his lip. Then when forced down his throat with thick saliva. He ran his thumb against his cheek, sighing softly.
Daniel moved in close, torso warm between Corbyn's thighs. The small boy hugged him tight, face hiding in a nest of dark brown.
" I missed you, too," Daniel mumbled, words causing supple skin to tremble.
The gentle whistle of his heart filled the empty air. The only noise to combat the silence. He had to be able to hear it, he just had to.
Daniel laid his ear close to his chest, shielding brilliant blue. The steady rise and fall comforting, almost putting him to sleep with the loving caress of a grieving mother.
He barely heard the distant squeak of a stopping car. Corbyn, however, shot up at the noise. Eyes wild.
Jeremiah was home.
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Crying Out
RomanceInspired by Crying Out For Me by Mario ♤ " Dani... not now. Please." " That's what you always say." ♤ It's so soft, so desperate. No wonder you can't hear it. But... its your heart, crying, begging. Maybe its always been there? Is it why I was drawn...
