Rk1k and number 8!
8. Things you said while you were crying. Turning the lights off the house as he walks down the corridor, Markus makes sure everything is in order before looking for his boyfriend so they can retire for the night.
He peeks into their bedroom to find it empty, he presses his lips in a thin line. He looks at the end of the corridor where he hears faint shuffling.
He sighs and smiles sadly.
Another one of those nights.Markus' socked steps are soft, almost inaudible, where they fall against the hardwood floors.
Everything is silent and the only light that exists in the hallway comes from the big window they have in the last bedroom of the corridor.
He stops right at the door, looking inside he finds who he was looking for and he can’t stop the found smile that just his presence brings to his lips.
Connor.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, staring straight to the window -away from the door- sits Connor. Wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants, similar to Markus, his back is completely exposed to Markus and Connor doesn’t make any noise or move of acknowledgement of his presence.
Walking over the bed Markus creeps over the duvet and kneels behind Connor.
“Hi sweetheart,” he mumbles against his neck, kissing it softly and resting there. Connor sighs heavily.
“...Hi,” his voice wavers terribly at just those simple words.
Definitely one of those nights.
Rearranging himself on the bed, Markus sits right behind Connor, encaging him between his thighs, he pulls him closer to his chest.
Connor moves pliantly, not fully relaxing, but still settling comfortably against his chest.
Markus nuzzles closer to his boyfriend's neck, inhaling his scent and absorbing his warmth making sure to share his own. Connor starts to tremble under his grip, breaths hitching on their way out.
He holds him tighter.
“Want to talk about it?” He asks softly, turning one of his hands palm up just for him. To reassure that he’s here.
Connor hesitates a second before gently grabbing his hand, squeezing it tight when everything starts pouring out.
‘Don’t leave me.’‘I don’t- I can’t be alone.’
‘Please stay.’
‘...Am I enough?’
All these thoughts start leaking out stronger and stronger and with it so do Connor’s sobs, they shake his frame and leave him winded. Markus moves him so he’s curled up into a tiny ball against his bare chest, he tucks Connor’s head under his chin running his left hand through his locks of hair while his right traces gentle patterns against his skin. Connor burrows himself closer sinking the comfort, the love, the reassurances Markus passes through him, and the kisses he plants on his head.
Under the moonlight they stay sitting, only the soft sound of humming and small hiccups to be heard. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This got kinda big whoops. :D Honestly this one was kinda hard not gonna lie oof. Mostly cus it was my first time writing the rk1k bbs. Also I dunno if this was exactly what was asked but the approach I took with this was more of unspoken kinda words instead of things said out loud…. Does that make sense?