BATIM Oneshots

I'm (Not) Straight Part 3

Requested by HippieMoonWitch
The trial will be in part 4, here's the hurt/comfort I promised. I wonder if I should make this a separate book ;3c

[Romantic]
Sammy x Norman
Henry x Wally

Trigger Warning:
Mentioned Abuse
Mental Trauma
Nightmares
Scars

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It's the next day after the Lawrences were arrested. The police informed Norman, Sammy, Henry, and Wally that there would be a trial that upcoming week and all of them had the choice to testify in court. Of course, they all agreed to it. Henry and Wally stayed the night with Norman and Sammy, and didn't seem to be planning to leave anytime soon, not that the other two minded.

Sammy woke up early that morning in a cold sweat, trembling a little. He'd chosen to sleep on the couch, despite Norman's offer to let him share his bed, not wanting to seem intrusive. He gives a quiet whimper, having just had an awful nightmare, and curling himself into a ball under the blankets.

About half an hour later, Norman wakes up and comes in, noticing that Sammy's awake. He gives a warm smile and sits beside him, gently running his fingers through the musician's soft brown hair. Sammy had been able to take a nice warm shower the night before when they got home, so his whole body felt clean and soft.

"Good morning, Sammy... how did you sleep?"

Sammy glances up at him with a nervous expression, muttering. "F-Fine... g-good morning, Norman..."

Norman gives a look of concern, slowly joining Sammy under the blankets. "You're sure? You seem... scared... did I do something?"

Sammy shakes his head. "N-No no you didn't, I just..." He sighs, scooting closer and snuggling into his chest. "I-I had a nightmare... m-my parents escaped from jail and kidnapped me... th-they tied me up and took me away... I-I never saw any of you, or anyone else at all, again..." Sammy whimpers.

Norman gasps, wrapping his arms around him. "Oh, you poor thing... look, I promise you, that isn't going to happen. In no world would that ever happen. I won't allow it to..." He gently kisses Sammy on his forehead.

Sammy relaxes a little, giving a calm sigh. Norman looks at the bruises on Sammy's face. "I'll be right back, okay? I promise it'll just be a minute..." Norman slowly leaves the blankets and walks off, coming back with a first aid kit. He helps Sammy to sit up in a way that he'll be able to keep the blankets wrapped around him.

Norman starts to tend to Sammy's wounds. He starts with his face, putting little bandages on each of the tiny cuts from the shattered glass the day before. He puts a soft ointment on the bruises. When he's done, he starts planting gentle kisses on every single spot, making Sammy blush deeply and giggle. He finishes by kissing Sammy on the lips, gently. Sammy kisses back, his face a bright red. Norman laughs, running a hand through the smaller man's hair.

Norman does this for the rest of Sammy's injuries that the musician is comfortable with showing him. His arms, hands, lower legs, upper torso, and neck. Every area he makes sure to plant kisses on every injury after he's taken care of it, giving Sammy kisses on the lips in between, much to the director's flustered delight. When he's done, the two snuggle up together wrapped in all the blankets.

Eventually, Wally and Henry wake up aswell. Wally comes in, carrying Henry in his arms. It's surprising how strong he is, considering Henry is taller and built a bit heavier than Wally's skinny little frame. Henry's eyes were a little red, presumably from possibly crying, or it could be from what Mr. Lawrence did, or a mix of both. Since Henry was in an old T-shirt and sweatpants, the welts and bruises were very visible, especially on his arms and face. Henry was practically left blind after Earl had shattered his glasses, and he seemed to have trouble walking, exhibiting a slight limp whenever Wally guided him to the car the night before. Norman gave them a sad sigh.

"Henry, I'm so, so sorry... it's all my fault that you'd been injured so badly. I shouldn't had put you at risk..."

Henry glanced over into the projectionist's general direction, giving a small, reassuring smile. "I-It's Okay, Norman... i-it's not your fault, I-I'm the one who agreed to go and neither of us had any idea that that awful man would be worse than we imagined..."

Wally glances to Norman, quietly playing with Henry's hair. "I wanna kick that guys ass straight to the moon... nobody hurts my artistic little sweetheart without getting hurt 10 times worse..."

Henry blushes, cuddling closer to Wally. "Y-You're cute when your angry, Walter~" He giggles playfully. Wally blushes in response, not used to being called his actual name, causing Norman to laugh aswell.

"Don't worry," Norman states, "We'll kick their ass in court..." he looks down at Sammy, "Right, darling?" He blushes, trying out the nickname.

Sammy blushes aswell, cuddling into his chest. "M-Mhm~" he looks down. "I-I just... I-I'm sorry that my parents are so mean..."

Norman kisses Sammy on the top of the head. "Nonsense, you don't choose your parents. Don't apologize for them, baby..."

Sammy pauses, then nods. "Okay..." He leans on Norman, feeling himself starting to fall back asleep from the warmth. Norman lets him, holding him close.

Norman looks over to Henry and Wally again. "Wally, if you wanna try and fix up Henry, there's a first aid kit on the table..." he smiles.

Wally smiles aswell, noticing the kit. "Thank you, Norm..." he takes the kit and sits in front of Henry, starting to tend to his wounds.

After a couple minutes, Henry is all patched up, his arms wrapped in bandage wraps and his face covered in regular band aids. Wally gives him a soft kiss then cuddles him, playing with his messy hair again. Henry blushes and giggles, snuggling with his Brooklyn boyfriend happily.