Car Fic. | Bluespartanz

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"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Henry tried, desperately. "I don't want to hurt you or rush and ruin things because I care about you so much but at the same time-- look what you've done to me. I'm so fucking turned on it hurts and it takes so much to not just-- ravage you pound you bite you kiss you lick you suck you tear you apart until you can't walk and make you mine completely because you're so fucking hot and I want you so bad."

Henry swallowed and tried to loosen his deathgrip on Brandon's wrist.

Thankfully, Brandon was the one to move and kissed the side of Henry's mouth. Sadly, he had no idea that this small, cute gesture was going to lead to a world of pain. Without warning, Brandon sharply pinched the unsuspecting Henry's ear with his fingernails, making him cry out with woe. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a dude!" Brandon firmly announced as he bodily shoved Henry down.
"Henry, you don't have to treat me so... carefully. Like I'm going to break or something."

"Brandon, you don't even know what we're going to... -- I have the burden of knowledge, here!" moaned Henry as he cradled his head and the swollen, burning ear. Yeah, this was definitely another fight. "I admit that I'm not 100% sure on the physicalities of gay sex-- to be more specific, I know the basics but I'm not sure why it works through that area-- but that doesn't mean you have to treat me like some fair maiden!" Whud! Brandon landed a solid punch into Henry's chest. "Okay, okay, I get it! I offended you! Stop, s-stop!" Henry stuck out his hands, but no punch came.

Tentatively, he opened his eyes and meekly peered at Brandon.

With a serene, satisfied grin on his face, Brandon stated, matter-of-factly, "But I'm glad you feel like that for me." With his legs neatly folded on each side of Henry 's cradled thigh.

Brandon looked completely adorable. Henry  felt the throbbing in his chest again, but instead of feeling like he was aching he now felt like there was a toasty fire crackling in his chest, filling him with cozy heat. It was a little uncomfortable, but a good kind of uncomfortable.

"'Cause yanno, a little while ago you said you weren't sure if you liked me," recalled Brandon as he crawled forward, and settled flatly on Henry's body, their stomachs pressed together. "I've grown... used to the idea," justified Henry, finding it hard to meet Brandon's eyes now that he was being forced to talk about his emotions, again. Especially since Brandon was so suffocatingly close-- which could be partially due to his weight constricting Henry's ability to breathe. "So what is it now, Buster? What's the verdict?" prodded Brandon, even though his confident expression said that he already knew the answer.

It was true, though. Henry was now utterly smitten with Brandon. He couldn't tell if he was just in denial earlier, or maybe he developed the affection now that it was brought to his attention.

Henry received another kiss on the side of his mouth, but turned his head to catch Brandon's lips and truly kiss him. Tenderly, softly, and meaningfully-- the kiss was light and was made of breaths more than tongue and lips. He's never kissed anyone like this. Only Brandon has filled him with such strong emotions. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that this relationship was special because it wasn't just attraction. They were already best friends, partners-in-crime, cohorts. While they did have conflicts, they understood each other better than anyone else could. Disregarding the sex and love, they were as close as they possibly could be.

Being in love with your best friend was amazing.