its too much and somehow not enough. touch is everywhere. his skin is alight. he wants to put himself out but also relish in the flames. bash burns through him like a fever and somehow his skin feels like skin, thin and papery and liable to tear or bruise with all the mortality of being human. how long has it been since someone else touched him? it’s overwhelming, gooseflesh tingling on his arms and a sickness in his stomach, hands that hunger to touch, grab, tease, yet lack the audacity to do so. there’s always a nervousness when bash comes back — like a jump cut that unsettles — he’s trying to find himself back in that rhythm and melt into the other like clay, but his hands shake and his muscles feel tense and it isn’t until the other’s mouth lands on his that rory even remembers to breathe. in those few seconds when their lips meet, everything else stops. it’s like the first time he did a balloon, curled up in a ball marooned on a hallucinated island, everything blank until his friends ( disconcerted ) tugged him back down to earth with shouting voices and snapping fingers. he’d been gone merely seconds, though it felt like hours, a stretch of white and the overwhelming call of the sea. that’s what kissing bash feels like. everything else becomes static. “uh…” is all rory can reply at first, head still spinning as he attempts to gather his thoughts. “yeah. yeah it is a surprised, i– uh? i missed you too?” there’s always the inflection of curiosity in his tone, like everything’s a question he’s never quite certain of the answer to. “i don’t… nothing. just uni stuff. i mean, you were here when the george thing happened, right? uh… yeah. so, that.” it’s like his memory dissipates whenever he’s expected to recall anything, nervous hands still on bash, finding their way to his shoulders, running themselves along the ridges of his spine. “oh— hendricks is leaving at the end of the fall semester. we’re doing a farewell recital thing. you should… you should write something for it. he always loved your playing.” a brief silence. bash smells like the earth after rain, comforting somehow as rory nuzzles his forehead against his scalp, looping an arm over his chest. “you staying here tonight?”
it felt as though no time had passed at all but he knew better than to trust that deception, still he felt the weight of the world lifting off his shoulders whenever he was with rory. all of life and its fucked up nature just...momentarily ceased. everything seemed to be so simple with them, communication performed through movements, staggered breaths and gazes that seemed as though they’d never break. an adventurous hand snakes up to lose itself within the sea of curls, pianist’s fingers curling gently against rory’s scalp, switching back and forth between scalp massages and playing with those long locks that bash was obsessed with. “a good surprise?” he whispered, that insecurity of his flooding through as he looked at rory through thick lashes, always hanging on a breath, waiting for the moment when rory would tell bash that he’s had enough of him. it was funny how someone could be too much yet not enough all at the same time. eventually his hand had gotten bored, falling now to trace gently along the other’s pink lips, gaze concentrated as he observed the way rory’s lips quivered against his touch. despite the fact that it’s been a few months now, he can’t help the way he stills at the mention of his cousin, giving a nod of his head, “i uh...yeah. unfortunately was there for that and much more.” his tone was bitter, lips pressing into a thin line before sighing and burying his face within the crook of rory’s neck once again, nudging his nose against the other’s adam’s apple, “i’m assuming more fucked up shit has happened since i left, huh?” nothing drove bash to the pills and booze more than the feeling of being absolutely powerless and he wish there was more he could do for lockwood, for rory, to stop the watershed. “sorry for just kind of like...up and leaving. shit...with my dad got worse and i just...needed to get away.” goosebumps prickle against his own flesh at the feeling of rory’s hands, inhaling in as his own fingers seem intent on exploring every inch of his fellow classmate’s skin with an agenda of their own, inching under rory’s shirt and settling upon his lower stomach, skin warm and blazing against the palm of his hand. “but like...i finally told my aunt about him. and we’ve been working on a plan and shit.” he sighed once again, feeling like his family drama was once again becoming a burden on his time spent with rory and he really wasn’t in the mood for that. “good for him. getting out of this shithole. are you doing something for the recital?” the dean’s son questioned with the cock of his brown, the back of his nails lightly trailing up and down rory’s chest. the free hand that wasn’t engaging in its wandering crusade, remained locked around rory, protectively holding him against him, “only if you want me to.”
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