this wasn't something courtland was expecting , even with all the time they've spent in each other's company. but courtland would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy driver's company , didn't enjoy being around him. courtland was reluctant to get too attached to anyone , let anyone get too close. sierra six had learned to keep everyone at arms' length , bare teeth & make himself seem unapproachable. but deep down , courtland craved this kind of closeness , wanted to be seen , to be known. wanted someone to see all the blood on his hands & not be scared.
& driver is just the same , his hands are just as bloodied as courtland's. driver wasn't afraid of the person sierra six had been , wasn't afraid of the past that haunted his every step. the wanting makes his chest ache with it , every sidelong glance & every soft smile , every quieter moment like this made him wonder : was there something between them or was courtland seeing things , imagining things ??
the movie has long since been forgotten , left to play in the background. but courtland couldn't give a damn about it right now. all this wanting bundled up in his chest threatens to burst free , to leak through every crack in his armor , to break through his ribs & choke him with it. it aches in a way he's never felt before , the idea that it's just his , even for a split second , is terrifying.
but driver's response , the eagerness to meet him tells courtland everything he needs to know. he slots himself in courtland's lap like it's where he belongs , like he was made to sit there. courtland could almost believe he was ; his weight is comfortable , familiar. courtland groans lowly against his mouth , wanting to pull him closer , to feel every inch of him. a hand tangles itself in the hair at the nape of driver's neck , the other pressing against his lower back , keeping their hips pressed flush together.
