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Text | Kitten

Blake: I tried talking about it. I told you how I feel about going to your job. I said no.

Blake: Don't know why you insist on arguing with me on twitter.

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Snowed In | Blake & Ryder

Rushing around his room, Blake was picking up random articles of clothing and throwing them in a suitcase carelessly. He was grumbling to himself and he hardly noticed when his father stepped into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Moving into the bathroom, Blake grabbed the items from there before heading back and nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw his father sitting at his desk.

"Going somewhere?"

"Not that it's any of your concern, yes," Blake spat back, venom laced in his tone as though to test the man before him.

"Do you really think that's wise?"

"Do you really think it wise to tell my boyfriend to stay away from me?"

They were at a stand still, father and son glaring at each other. Blake's chest was puffed up in an almost threatening stance and his father was the first to avert his gaze. The younger man couldn't tell if it was from shame or fear.

"Blake-"

"No, Dad," he snapped. "No. You don't get to talk to me. I'm leaving. I'll be back whenever."

"You're too attached, Blake. He's distracting you from mourning properly. Slowing down your happiness." Blake groaned through his teeth and rolled his eyes. "Blake listen to me."

"No, Dad!" the brunet roared, his fist clenching at his side for a moment. He huffed and slammed the suitcase shut before turning to face his father completely. "He's not slowing things down, Dad. He makes me happy! I literally haven't been this happy since..." Blake trailed off and let his gaze fall to the floor for a moment before grabbing his suitcase and turning towards the door.

"You told him about her."

It wasn't a question and Blake almost kept walking, but his feet became lodged on the stairs and he couldn't move anymore. "He's not a bad guy, Dad," he murmured, flipping the hair from his face as he turned to look at his father. "He's just gone through a lot of bad things. Haven't we all?" He gave his dad one last look before continuing down the stairs. He stopped at the front door to pull on his coat and scarf. Sliding his boots over his feet, Blake reconsidered leaving for a split second; considered telling Ryder to come to the house after all so they could all sit down and talk properly. He knew it was a bad idea though, and his father's bedroom door slamming from somewhere above him only confirmed it.

The drive took much longer than he'd anticipated, the snow coming down in thick sheets that only meant a blizzard was making it's way through the northeast. He was suddenly thankful he'd packed a whole suitcase full of clothes rather than an overnight bag. Pulling into the driveway, Blake squinted to see out the windshield to find that Ryder's car was already parked there. Smiling brightly, though anticipating the harsh cold, Blake grabbed his suitcase and fished his inhaler from the glove box before making his way to the front door. Pausing a moment to fix his hair, the brunet rapped his knuckles on the dark mahogany.

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Valentine's Day | Blake & Ryder

The sun was shining brighter than usual and it took Blake a moment to remember where he was. He rubbed his eyes and released a low yawn, looking around the hotel room in a mixture of confusion and wonder. He was in California; he was with Ryder; everything was changing. The brunet wasn’t sure how he felt about the events that transpired the night before. He was happy and he was more than certain about that fact, the warmth still running comfortably in his veins as he looked down at his companion. He was more than a little worried that he was in too deep, though. Were they moving too fast? Had he shared about his mother too soon?

All it took was for Ryder to mumble something unintelligible in his sleep as he rolled over to face Blake for the thoughts to be completely pushed from his mind. His heart swelled with pride and love and when blue eyes fluttered open to look up into his green ones, the smile was hurting his cheeks. “Morning, love,” he said, his voice hoarse from being so fresh from sleep. He laid back down under the thin sheet and pulled the other man into a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around his slender frame.

”So, tell me,” he said softly, moving his lips down to the other man’s jaw. “What are you big plans for today, stud?” He smiled a bit against his skin, biting Ryder playfully before climbing to his feet and stretching. He pulled on the boxers he’d discarded the night before and opened the curtains a bit to take in the view. Humming a soft sound of approval, Blake walked back through the hallway and gathered their bags from where they lay forgotten by the door before walking back into the bedroom.