All I Want (vulquinn)

Heaven/Cool

June 29th, 1995 8:43 a.m.

Morning comes and Q is the first to open his eyes. The haze of his room and the plain ceiling is the first thing that comes into view. When his senses come alive, he feels a warmth radiating next to him. Looking over he sees Sal with his eyes sealed closed snoozing away hugging his arms close to his body. His heart races and his mind turns into a crumble of static thoughts pouring out of a speaker.

"I hope you're not thinking of escaping again." Sal whispers quietly, eyes still unopened. Q's lips were parted for a moment to say something, but he was quick to shut them again and he scoots just a little closer to Sal. "That's what I thought." The two share a pillow between them, laying on their sides facing each other and Sal opens his eyes to see Q staring back at him. He was relieved to see those sweet brown eyes staring back at him, it had crossed his mind the night before that there was a possibility that Q could have pulled a disappearing act on him again, leaving him alone, confused, and with another hole carved into him. But, it would have been hard for him to pull that kind of stunt in his own house. That thought now subsided and was retracted, all he cared about now was that Q was the first thing he was able to wake up to.

"Good morning." Q says in a raspy voice. Sal brushes his fingertips across Q's forehead, gently moving the dark locks away from his face for a clear view of his favorite feature: his eyes. The two both wore similar smirks that were subtle on the edges of their lips.

"Good morning yourself." Sal says softly. "Can I ask you something, Bri?" Q's smirk quickly faded, he never enjoyed much interrogation, especially when he thought it would all cease after finally spilling forth everything that was a bruise on his heart. If he wanted to try and make things better, he would have to take any and all steps, even if it meant more questions and finding honest answers like shells on a beach.

"Sure, go ahead."

"Last night, you said some things before we got down and dirty... 'tell me this is wrong' or something like that. Did you really want what we did? What did you mean?" Q had his hand gently placed on Sal's cheek and he gently stroked the pad of his thumb across the delicate skin as he thought.

"I'm having a hard time with myself." Sal looked to him patiently.

"If you feel comfortable and if you have the words to, could you explain what you mean?" Q inhaled deeply and slowly released that air.

"Sometimes I feel wrong for liking you the way I do, I feel like I don't deserve the affection you show me either. I feel like I deserve to be hated, not loved." His eyes tear away from Sal and stare at the sheets between them. Sal was taken aback by the dark tone of his answer, but it was honest and he couldn't ever fault him for that.

"Oh Brian... Everyone deserves love, especially you." He places his hand atop Q's that was still resting on his cheek. Q's heart filled to the brim with liquid sunshine and with each thump of his heart, he felt that feeling fill each crevice of his body. He wanted to stay like this forever. "Love is tricky, it's finicky, but there's a part of it that makes fighting all of that worth it." One look into those green eyes that he adored, and he could feel all the words he spoke. Those words felt like a blanket that came fresh from the dryer; It was warm and safe and something he didn't realize he adored so much until its embrace wrapped his frame.

Light footsteps could be heard outside of the door and the two quickly froze and went wide-eyed. Q's parents. They parted like two north sides of a magnet facing each other ad they heard the footsteps stop in front of his room door, it slowly twisted, and in popped the head of Q's mom. They both look over to her and smile.

"Awww I thought I heard a familiar voice in here! Hello Sal!" She says in a sweet voice.

"Hi Mrs. Quinn." Sal says sheepishly trying to play off the fact that they were participating in unholy activities the night before without her even knowing.