"We used to be best friends." // "I want you in every way possible." // "You are the space in my bed." // "I can stay in the dark if you need me to."
"We used to be best friends."
"I know," he said in a weak voice. Curtis cherished their friendship more than anything, and yet here they were. Things were crashing down around them and he had no idea how to fix those things. He didn’t want to screw anything up! Not again. Maybe it’d just be better if he stopped being his friend altogether, he considered, but he knew that would be the most painful choice to pick. "I know that, Wes, but…but I’m just messing up your life now. I’m confused. Can’t we just…take a moment? Just for the Summer. I need time to think."
"I want you in every way possible."
Curtis chuckled and then he looked at him with fondness. They were lying in bed together, and it was warm this way. They had always been comfortable like this together, even before they knew they were meant for each other. He traced the line of Wesley’s jaw and then he nodded. “And I want that, too. Trust me. There’s nothing more I could possibly want. You’re everything.”
"You are the space in my bed."
He was, quite literally, always taking up space in Wesley’s bed. Curtis chuckled a little, wanting to make little joke on how that was too literal to be poetic, but he couldn’t. Wesley meant that from his heart, like the angel he was. Curtis felt so glad that they had ended up going to the same university together, and so glad that he hadn’t turned him down a third time when he asked him out. What a relief. He would have missed out on all of this…all of this joy. All of this excitement. All of this living.
"Yes, and you’re the space in mine. Always. My bed usually smells like you, you know. I hope yours is left smelling like me, too."
"I can stay in the dark if you need me to."
"No!" he exclaimed before Wesley could even properly finish the sentence. No matter how much Curtis’ mother disapproved of them and what they did and who they were, no. No, no. He was never going to leave Wesley in the darkness like some sort of secret that could never be told. That was wrong. Their love was more than that. He didn’t care what his mother did and didn’t really care…well maybe he cared a little…about how much she took away from him because of this, but…oh well. Wesley was more important to him than his family ties.
"No, I need you. If I don’t have you at my side in the light of day, then…then I can’t go on. I need you with me no matter what. I’m not going to hide you. That’s just cruel, that means I’m ashamed, and I’m not. I will never be ashamed of you, Wesley Fletcher. Don’t ever say that again, because I won’t even respect that with an answer. I’m never leaving you alone. Not ever."
