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won't stop running | august & ezra
"S-she— S-she d-died e-eight y-years a-ago. A-a-and a-almost t-two y-years a-ago I n-nearly d-died t-too.", the last sentence wasn’t more than a whisper. This was something not even his father knew. An old lady found him and brought him to the hospital back than and he though August deserved to know this. August deserved to know everything about him.
To Ezra, who was kind of a really romantic person once he got the chance to, it was very important that the person he was with knew all his secrets. He didn’t really like having secrets in a relationship, it just didn’t feel right.
August couldn't hold back the intake of breath when Ezra said he nearly died. He bit his lip, feeling tears spring up as he ducked his head to take a shuddery breath in. It was too much for the boy to take in, he couldn't handle the news. "What happened?" He said in a low voice, eyes darting up to meet his.
August couldn't believe this kind of information was being shared with him, it was heartbreaking to hear what he had to go through and August wished he had met him earlier, protected him.
"N-no. Y-you’re c-cute, and l-lovely a-and b-breathtakingly b-beautiful." Ezra took both of his hands, looking up at him out of big blue eyes with nothing but the purest kind of love in them and got on his tiptoes to place a kiss on his boyfriends lips. "Y-you s-should s-show m-me t-that b-blond o-one d-day." He laughed.
August smiled in spite of himself, licking his bottom lip as he smiled. "You sure about that? Can you add in 'mildly threatening' to the mix?" He held Ezra's hand in his, running his thumb across the back of his hand as he hummed. "I'm sort of holding that blond's hand. Did I mention he has gorgeous eyes?"
won't stop running | august & ezra
Ezra looked up again, trying to analyse what was going on with August. “N-no, h-he’s— H-he’s j-just h-hurt. M-my m-mother d-died in a c-car a-accident w-while p-picking m-me u-up a-and h-he b-blames m-me b-because h-he m-misses h-her s-so m-much. I-it’s n-not h-his f-fault, I— I c-could’ve w-walked h-home i-instead.”
It was weird that he still tried to defend his father, but he just couldn’t help. He always saw the good things in people, even though he knew they hurted him or didn’t like him. It was ok, because everything was his own fault. But right now, for the first time ever, he knew he’d done something good. Something really good. Because he somehow made August love him, which was the greatest gift there was.
"How long has he been hurting? If it's only been for a couple months then that's excusable, but for years that's just cruel. It doesn't even fall borderline on 'questionable', it's straight up fucking cruel." He said, trying to keep the anger out of his voice. He didn't understand why Ezra would still stick up for his father, after all he's done. It just wasn't right.
August was never one to see the good in people. Growing up convinced that the only good people were the ones who were dead, it was safe to say he was a bitter person. Then he met Ezra, who threw all his former thoughts out the window to replace it with good things like love and hope and he was feeling really cheesy, but in a way it was kind of worth it.
Ezra? That’s this shy little blond, right? The one with the stutters? How adorable. He seems like a lovely person. And you, my friend, seem to be incredible in love. That’s so cute.
That's the one, he's really lovely and cute and when he stutters I just really wanna kiss him. I really like him, basically. Me? In love? Is it how obvious is it?
"B-but I— You—", he stopped. You what? You’re a lot more experienced than I am and probably will get bored of me? Yes, that’s what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t. "Y-you’re c-cute.", he smiled back at him.
"Funny, I'm not. I'm supposed to be threatening, rude, a jackass? Any of that a little concerning?" He grinned, though internally he felt like he really wasn't good enough for Ezra. He used to be a fucking stripper, he wasn't pure or clean. "You know who's cute though? There's this blond, who stutters and doesn't laugh a lot, but when he does it's like angels descended."
won't stop running | august & ezra
"M-my d-dad a-always s-said I d-don’t d-deserve a-any k-kind o-of l-love…", he muttered with his eyes still closed. Why was he even talking about this? He never talked about his family at all. But he trusted August, he really trusted him. Which was weird because he never trusted anyone.
Ezra knew people considered him being the whiny little guy, so he barely dared to complain about his life. He thought a lot about it, like constantly, but he never talked about it. There was no reason for talking about it anyway.
"Well, your dad's an asshole who's a fuckin' liar too. You deserve the best kind of love, the ones for people with hearts as pure as yours." He said, honesty lacing through the words. Now he knew who put the thoughts in, August knew he could maybe call up some connections and get something done.
But that could be saved for another day, right now, all he wanted to do was focus on the person in front of him, the blond with the blue eyes and the gorgeous smile and the heartstopping laugh. That was who he wanted to focus on today. Maybe forever.
You don’t seem that rude to me though. Your boyfriend? Oh my god, that’s so cute! Tell me everything! What’s his name? How did you get together? Awww.
Woah uh, alright. His name's Ezra and how we got together isn't really a big fireworks deal. He confessed, I confessed, he confessed again and we kissed. He might tell you a different story though, I was too focused on him.
Ezra laughed. “N-no, t-that was y-you, i-idiot.”, he replied ruffling through August’s beautiful curls. When he kissed him again, the blond was a little unsure of what to do for a second but then he smiled again seeing how worried August seemed to be. “I-it’s o-ok. I— I’m j-just a-afraid t-to d-do s-something w-wrong, I g-guess.”
"You wouldn't be able to do anything wrong, really. It's only kissing, everyone starts somewhere." He reassured the other before smiling, cheeks hurting. He ducked his head to laugh before glancing up. "I can't stop smiling I don't think I've ever smiled so much, really."
won't stop running | august & ezra
Ezra bit hit lip for a moment. He could see that August was worried, probably worried about doing something wrong which was a totally wrong assumption. The blond was pretty sure that his boyfriend could never ever do something bad at all. “N-nothing, i-it’s j-just— Y-you s-say so m-many n-nice things, I— I n-never h-heard a-anyone s-say t-those a-about m-me.”
He placed another shy kiss on August’s lips before wrapping his arms around him, resting his head on his shoulder and closing his blue eyes. It felt as if he could never ever let him go again, never. All he wanted was to sit here with him forever and hold him. How weird.
August smiled. "You deserve those nice things you know, all of them. Everyone here only wants to see the good you, the one who's deserving of compliments and kisses." He emphasised his last sentence with a kiss on the nose, pulling away to hold him in a hug, fingers carding through his hair.
If you had told August three years ago he would be dating the most phenomenal of people, he'd laugh in your face and flip you off. August didn't believe in love, it was child's play. Or so he thought until he met Ezra.
Why did you hate everyone and what makes you so happy then?
Almost everyone's a dumbass and I'm just naturally rude. What makes me happy? My boyfriend makes me happy.
won't stop running | august & ezra
What did he do to deserve someone like August? What did he do? He’d never done anything good except for maybe cheering people up who ignored him anyway. But he was worthless, he was nothing. Nobody ever needed him. And then this angel with those brown curls came up talking about him as if he put the stars in the night sky and kissing him and loving him. How was this possible?
You could see how innocent he was and that he never ever kissed anyone by how he acted. All clumsy and confused he wrapped his arms around the others shoulders and kissed him back. While listening to his words, Ezra just couldn’t help anymore. Quiet tears streamed down his face when he looked into August’s eyes. He said nothing, he just looked at him half smiling half crying.
August frowned, hand raised to wipe away the tears. "Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" For a second, he thought he did wrong until he saw the smile. What was it there for, though? He kept the concern on his face as he leaned in to rest his forehead on Ezra's, eyes searching his teary ones.
Maybe he went too far? He should've waited, fuck, he should have. Ezra wasn't like everyone else he dated, who were ready to rush in for a fuck in bed before disappearing. No, Ezra seemed the type to wait until marriage and for him, August would wait eternities.
Ezra was beyond overwhelmed by the situation. It was amazing and breathtaking, everything he ever wished for. “I— I’m n-nothing s-special.”, he muttered before August kissed him again.
August smiled before making a buzzer sound, soft and low. "Wrong. I'm one hundred percent convinced you hung the stars and painted the moon." He drew the other in for another kiss, flicking his tongue out before drawing back. "Sorry I sorry."
Why is being in a good mood so weird? Being in a good mood is awesome!
It's weird if you've hated everyone and everything for about eighteen years of your life.
I'm kind of in a good mood. Which is really fuckin' weird.
won't stop running | august & ezra
Ezra looked at him. I’m so lucky to have you. Lies. All lies. Nobody ever was lucky to have him. “Y-you d-deserve s-someone b-better t-though.”, he said looking down on his arms, hiding his hands in the arms of his sweater. He never wore t-shirts and you could probably guess why. It’s been nearly two years now, but he still was kind of ashamed of those scars. Same as his stutter, they were a constant reminder of his failures and weakness.
When August asked if it was ok for him to be kissed again, Ezra just couldn’t help but smile. He grabbed his hand and sat up, looking at his face softly and nodding. “S-sure it i-is.”
August frowned when Ezra said those words, ducking to kiss his neck before looking him in the eyes. "You are someone better. You're someone better for me." He took the other's hands, holding them in his before guiding them to wrap around his shoulders. August smiled before leaning in to kiss Ezra, lips capturing his in a chaste kiss. "You are the best for me."
"No one can change that and no one will try." He mumbled, looking in Ezra's eyes to confirm he meant every single word. What was the point in words like those if you didn't even look at them to prove it?