"i need to remember what hugs are" - for duzzy or "you're legally obliged to keep holding me" - for Duff x Steven (I don't remember if those two have any name 😅), please? 🧡
(Sorry this took me a little while! Hope you enjoy!)
Duff didn’t realize just how homesick he was until he found himself under a blanket on Slash’s couch, with Slash and Steven curled up next to him and a cheesy horror movie flickering on the TV.
It felt like ages since he’d last did something so platonically intimate, something that didn’t have anything to do with bands or drugs or money, just hanging out with new friends. Slash and Steven had so easily let Duff into their lives, and he really couldn’t overstate how much easier his transition to LA became once he met them.
Slash was pressed into the far corner of the couch, his head obscured completely by his hair as he laid on the armrest with one leg curled up against his chest, and the other stretched out on the floor in front of him. Despite being the one to pick the movie, Duff was pretty sure that Slash had dozed off at least half and hour ago.
Steven, on the other hand, was glued to the screen. He was curled up in a ball under the blanket, with his feet tucked under the couch cushions and his head resting on Duff’s shoulder. Or at least, that’s where he started at the beginning of the movie: during the opening credits, Duff had one arm on the back of the sofa and the other on the armrest, but by the third act, things had gradually shifted until Steven was half in his lap, leaning back on Duff’s chest, with both of Duff’s arms wrapped around him.
It was nice, Duff couldn’t help thinking. Sure, it was a little more… intimate than he was used to being with his friends, but it had been months since he’d last been able to enjoy simple human contact like this. He’d slept with plenty of girls in LA, yeah, but this was different, more comfortable and without all the expectations. Though Steven did look almost as pretty as those girls, now that Duff had the change to really look at his friend. His blue eyes were impossibly wide, his curly hair looked almost white in the light from the TV, and his lips were just barely parted…
Shit. Duff was making it weird, wasn’t he? He couldn’t risk Steven freaking out and kicking Duff out of his life because he caught Duff staring at him during the movie – god forbid if Duff’s body decided to sabotage him by popping a boner with Steven in his lap. He started to remove his arms, trying to play it cool like he’s just stretching, and not on the verge of a gay panic, but his attempt was foiled by a yank on his forearm.
“Nope. I’m comfy, and that means you’re legally obliged to keep holding me,” Steven announced with much authority, despite the whisper he had to use so as not to disturb Slash. Duff gave in with an endeared sigh, and went back to cuddling Steven, holding him even closer than before. Maybe it was weird, but there was no place he’d rather be in that moment, and no person he would rather be with.