G/T Oneshots

Just A Visit

Guess what, I'm not dead! Honestly, I only seem to get into writing this when I remember to take my meds, which apparently isn't often.
I actually started developing something beyond a oneshot, I started having actually dreams about it, so I decided it deserved it's own full story. After I finish writing a prologue (which I'll probably publish here as a promo) and the first chapter, I'll publish it.
I'll try and work on more oneshots, though, I actually have a list of story ideas.
This one is kinda short, but eh. Enjoy the big gay.

I sigh, and take my bag off the wall and bring the strap around my neck. It's a bit too late for this, honestly.

But he wanted to meet this late today, and I don't want to miss another visit.

I open the door, and an intense breeze of icy air rushes into my home.

The things I do.

I make sure to lock the door behind me and begin my journey into the woods. The border is only a few minutes away, but in this cold it's gonna feel like a lifetime.

The dark makes things a tad hard to see, but I know the path almost by memory at this point. I wonder why he requested this so late, was it something I did?

The cold can't be good for him, either. Especially, actually.

Ah, this tree, I'm getting close!

Then I see it, the thin haze of a border in the distance. It's actually quite beautiful with less light, I can see the slight electrical pulses waving across it.

I quickly lay down on the beach towel I've kept here, my face directly looking into the other side.

Within a few seconds, he comes jogging up to our spot, a wide smile on his minuscule face.

"Hey, you're already here!"

"I am, Pete. Why the hell are we out here so late?"

He sits down confidently on his on blanket, which is more like a tissue for me.

"I had something I had to do at 6, to be honest."

"I mean, we could have met up earlier, I'd have to take off of work but I-"

"No no no, I'm not making you take off work, are you crazy?"

I laugh, but quietly as to not hurt his small ears.

"Honestly, that would probably be a benefit to me. I need a break from that shit."

He looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Did something happen, Jason?"

I do that deep sigh you can only make when you let out the pain of a stressful day.

"Just my boss being an ass again, you know the deal."

I thought he would comfort me, but instead he almost seems annoyed.

"I thought you were going to quit if it got bad again, dude."

"I was, I promise, but I know how close we are to the permit and moving and all...I don't want to lose my financial security right as we get everything sorted out, you know?"

He stares off into the distance, a blank look on his face. It's too small for me to tell if he's thinking, hurt, or anything like that.

He doesn't say anything.

"You know, when I saw you online, I never thought anything would get this far."

"Hey, what the hell? Rude."

He laughs quietly.

"No, no, I mean like...I wasn't expecting to meet someone on the other side there. I guess I don't know how I'd have met you otherwise, but ya know."

"Imagine it for me, Jason."

I try to, and it's a tad difficult, but I get something out of it. It's definitely a bigger risk for him, even through this fence it must be scary. And if we do eventually live together, what if I went crazy or something? He couldn't really do anything. That's a lot of trust to put into someone.

However, it's not like we were the first to do this. There's an entire economy centering around cohabitation. There are special houses near the border designed for it, but they are pretty expensive.

That's the goal, though. I want him to be safe, and to feel that way too.

"Hello?"

Ah, shoot.

"Sorry sorry. What is it?"

"I was just asking if you were okay, haha. I didn't expect you to actually think about it that much."

I blush a little. He notices, and comforts me.

"No no, I like that about you. You listen. When I first met you, everything I said you took to heart. You did everything you could to show that you heard me. I wouldn't love you if you hadn't."

I make full eye contact, shocked. He had never said that he loved me yet. It was always something that was expected to be said AFTER we moved in together.

"I thought-"

"Hush."

Instead of speaking, I continue to stare, teary eyed.

"We will get through this. I know I said I couldn't say I love you yet, but I do."

A cry I had been holding back erupted out, making Petey cover his ears. I put my hand over my mouth to quiet myself, but another softer cry seeps out.

"Hey, hey! Don't make me change my mind!"

He's beaming, as am I behind my hand. I wish I could wrap him in my arms to show him how happy I was, but obviously that's not happening.

Another sniffle comes out, and I wipe it away before speaking.

"I love you too, Pete. I love you so so much."

...

We stay there for hours, deep into the night. We ignore tomorrow and live in the moment, together. It's like we are the only two beings to exist.

Forever.