bxyhero // cont. from this
Gavin awaits it all – awaits his boyfriend’s words; his reasons.
He watches as the other throws reason upon reason, cause upon
cause, and with every spoken words the urge to pull him close
and keep him safe like the other so often does for him becomes
bigger. He rests his soft eyes on Bellamy, his gentle eyes warm
and comforting, hiding the pain and sadness he feels (it’s some-
how so much easier when others are concerned; he can push
aside anything and everything if they need his support), but other-
wise remaining silent, motionless.
Bellamy doesn’t open up easily, with even less ease than the teen
himself does, and so Gavin wants to hear what he has to say, wants
to know what is going on. He wants to speak up with every sentence
that leaves the slightly older boy’s mouth, but for the fear it’ll have
the other fall quiet, leaving everything unexpressed as usual, Gavin
remains silent until the fake smile appears on the other’s face, and
that is when he steps in and pulls him close.
❝You’re forgettin’ one thing, y’know,❞ he says quietly,
soothingly. ❝Me. ‘m always gonna be lookin’ up to you.
I don’t care if you’re popular or not, if you’ve got some
kind o’ power or not, if y’get into fights n’ cause trouble
‘cause y’want attention. I love you. I love you n’ you’re
perfect t’me. Perfect for me.❞ Wrapping his arms a little
tighter around his boyfriend, Gavin stands on his toes slightly
so he can reach Bellamy’s forehead, where he presses a sweet,
loving kiss.
❝You’re not a piece of shit, Bellamy. Y’don’t deserve t’hurt.
n’ – ‘m sorry your parents are gettin’ a divorce. ‘s not your
fault, though. They love you. They love you n’ everythin’ you
are. Jus’ like I do.❞