Until You Get Too Low || Brieran
Brett breathes out a soft sigh, tipping his head to rest against the top of Kieran’s, turning slightly to press a kiss to his dark hair. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly, muffling the words into his scalp before closing his eyes. He can’t bring himself to pay attention to where they’re going, even if he should. He’s curious to know just how close the other man had been living to him this whole time. When the car finally stops, Brett pulls back and slides to his door, stepping out into the cool night all on his own this time. He doesn’t really recognize the area, and maybe he’s a little grateful for that, to know the other man hadn’t just been slipping through his fingers the whole time. “Please tell me you have something to kill the pain upstairs, because I’m pretty sure he bruised my ribs and it still kind of hurts to breathe.”
Kieran was quiet for the rest of the ride, just listening to Brett breathe while he calmed himself down, leaning on his shoulder until the cab stopped. He paid for the fare and hopped out after Brett, closing the door before he went over to Brett and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, guiding him toward the inside. He usually never used the elevator, but tonight he would. “Yeah, of course. I have some medium strength stuff and then some stuff that’ll knock you out cold, if you prefer.” He looked over him in worry, the idea of him finding it hard to breathe making Kieran’s own chest constrict.
