@nozdyv | “ hey - stay with me. ”
so lulled in by the radiance of his idolized ( one may even say stefan was sunbathing ) he doesn’t pay the request any mind at first. anyone with half a working brain knew he’d follow colin to the edge of the earth & stay in hell with him if he fancied companionship. & colin was savvier than they & all gods above.
the lad supposes, if he may assume anything of someone so above him, that there’s worry of his father cutting in. being brought home late sent peter on thousand mile lectures ; you’re obsessed, stefan. being with him as long as you are isn’t good for you.
DAD KNOWS SHRINKS & PRESSURE. he knows how to grab & pull & force walls down quicker than stefan can rebuild. fuck him.
stefan tucks his head beneath colin’s chin & breathes him in, his soft exhale ghosting the elder programmers neck. he thinks about hurting peter, bashing his head in & screaming all the things he’s done.
but his rage allows for softness to grow. pent up need to grab onto something harder than he’s controlled blooms in him by clutching colin ever closer. arms around his shoulders, legs pulling them taut waist-to-waist. he has control. he’s not obsessed -- he’s happy, comfortable. he’s ALIVE for the first time in years.
“ ‘m not goin’ anywhere. ” stefan mutters, exhausted.
