Hang Me Up to Dry
And there it was, Shanks once again finding himself awake in the middle of the night with nothing but the darkness of the small room that he and Buggy shared to greet him back to consciousness. This had been going on for weeks now and becoming for frequent, the red-haired teenager bolting awake during the night, each time haunted by the image of the of the other boy that was asleep on the bunk beneath him. And it wasn't just Buggy that filled his dreams, but incredibly mixed feelings of shame, lust, loneliness, love, and above all else utter confusion. The young pirate woke each time, lying to himself that none of it meant a thing, that the aching throbbing deep in his chest had nothing to do with his sleeping friend.
The same was happening once again this night, Shanks sitting up and burying his face in his palms. This was already the second time this week that that blue-haired boy had been in his mind, tempting his very soul with that those beautiful green eyes that were far too hard and filled with pain for someone his age. Fuck... he couldn't take much more of this.
Quietly crawling off his bunk, Shanks didn't bother pulling his shirt back on as he stepped out of the room and down the hall, finding himself in the bathroom. The boy avoided his reflection for as long as he could, just trying to busy himself with washing his face in the sink, trying to calm himself down enough so he could forget what was in his head and just sleep.
