3 am. Lasercorn was sitting on the porch of his house, his body shivering and aching from the newly forming bruises. At least heād managed to grab his phone before slipping out tonight.
The battery was draining fast, and he was trying to think of who to text. Not Wes. His parents were strict about no cell phone after curfew. Sohinki needed as much sleep as he could get (or was too high, but who knew). Flitz was taking care of his siblings. Mari had been out at a rave. But Jovenā¦ maybe. He would be awake and his mom was at work so heād have the car.
Lasercorn flexed his hand, blood dripping from his knuckles. Heād done a number on the front wall of the house after being kicked out for the night. With a sigh, he called Joven. āHey. Wanna get Taco Bell?ā
āIāll be there in 10.ā Thatās what Lasercorn loved about Joven. He knew. He didnāt need to ask questions, didnāt expect answers. Was just there when he was needed. And that was making Lasercorn emotional, and he didnāt need to cry on top of everything tonight.
He laid back on the porch, closing his eyes as he waited for the familiar sound of Jovenās momās car that really needed the too-expensive repairs. But it ran, so thatās all that mattered.
He hardly opened his eyes as he got up to get in the car, sighing when Joven skipped the greeting. āLet me see your hands.ā
He just laid them on the canter console, trying to pull them away when Joven started wiping the blood, a first aid kit out and ready. āHey, keep them still or Iām not putting out tonight,ā he teased, trying to keep the mood light.
Lasercorn just sighed, letting Joven wrap his hands. āIām tired of this shit.ā Joven didnāt say anything, letting him rant as they drove through the night. āOne day Iām gonna run away. Never look back. Leave all this bullshit behind me.ā
āBecome a hitman. Make a good income, hide out in the mountains the rest of my life.ā Lasercorn rubbed at his cheek, which would be a nice conglomeration of blues and blacks and purples in the morning. āMaybe Iāll let you guys come with me.ā
āWe wouldnāt want to get left behind.ā Joven set his hand palm side up on the center console, an open offer for comfort that Lasercorn would usually turn down. But tonight it was needed, and he was glad Joven didnāt comment on it.
With Joven, he didnāt need to be tough. He could drop his walls just a little. But not too much. Never too much.
The rest of the drive was silent, leaving them to their own thoughts, hands linked just a little too tightly. But the pressure was welcome, reminding them they were both okay.
No words were exchanged as they got to Taco Bell, holding hands still once they were out of the car. They ordered food, Joven paying with a few too many spare coins. They sat in a booth and just talked about nothing. Things that didnāt matter. Keeping their minds off the things that were all too real and present.
They talked for a few hours until they had to leave, and Lasercorn found himself pinning Joven against the side wall of a damn Taco Bell and kissing him breathless, faint remnants of the food theyād just eaten still on their tongues. Joven just let himself be held down and kissed, pushing back just enough to give Lasercorn a small fight, but not enough to push him off.
And tears were falling down Lasercornās face as he mumbled a quiet āfuck youā to Joven, so fucking tired as he slumped against Jovenās chest, gripping his shirt as silent, angry tears fell down his face in a painful moment of weakness.
And Joven just held him, knowing this was a moment that wouldnāt exist in 10 minutes, that would never be talked about and would never be allowed to be talked about.
But that was okay. Because in this moment all that mattered was giving and receiving rare comfort that was otherwise pushed away.
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