Sorry this took so long! I’ve been procrastinating.
Warnings: Language, angst, homophobia, hints at smut, basically my normal Kurt/Ram stuff.
But it was too late.
What the fuck?
“Stay the night.” He said, his words falling out of his warm mouth onto my bare skin. It wasn’t the best idea, I knew that much, but I also knew that I never wanted him to stop tracing circles on my back. “Our dads are out again. Why not?”
“If I stay, we’re going to fuck again.” I roll over onto my back, keeping our bodies away from each other before I give back in. My eyes met his, melting into swirls of bright blue. Ram never believed me when I told him he was beautiful. Whenever I said it, my dad’s voice overpowered every bone in my body, telling me I was a pansie, a fag, and a disgrace to the Kelly name. I had to stop calling him beautiful. It’s hard for him to appreciate a compliment when the person giving it to him starts to cry. “And I told you, we have to resist this.”
Ram sighed, pulling his white t-shirt back over his head. I rested a hand on his arm to stop him. I wanted to watch his chest heave up and down as he breathed for just a few more moments. “Why? There’s nothing wrong with us. Your dad is wrong, our dads are wrong.”
“No, this is wrong!” I sat up, shaking in his cozy blue sheets. “Can’t you see that? I can’t stay the night, because-”
“How can it be wrong, if it feels so damn right?” Ram shouted back at me. I had never seen him so angry. Fire ignited in his eyes as sweat beaded on his forehead. He never yelled at me before. “I am alive when I am with you, and I am myself. I’ve never been allowed to be myself before, can’t you grant me that? A Friday night taste of what it means to be Ram Sweeney?” His exterior softened, and that was when I realized he wasn’t angry. He was hurt. I never saw him hurt before. And I never wanted to again.
“I’ll stay.” I said quietly, watching him retreat back from a beast to a beauty. “Just to sleep. It’s late, and I’ve had a beer so I can’t drive home.” This was shit, because my tolerance was at least six beers before I had a buzz. But it was an excuse for me to stay in bed with my lover, if I wasn’t too afraid to call him that. He swallowed, leaning on his side to look at me. “What are you so afraid of?”
I flattened my lips into a line, as a smile almost creeped out. This happened when I was laughing at myself. For being such a goddamn pansy. “Falling in love.”
“You-” Nick presses the palm of his hand to his chest and tries to keep his breathing at the right speed, but Judy meets his gaze and those purple eyes just make him melt, “You like me?”
She almost looks like she may faint or even cry, so he digs his hand into the mattress to stop himself from running to her and pulling her into his arms, “I wouldn’t say like,” she laughs, the kind of laugh that gives away how nervous she is, “I’m… I’m fond of you. I’m… I’m used to you. I mean, we’ve been friends, good friends, for over three months now. It’s comforting to know you’re there for me whenever I need you. You remember that time I called you up at 3 in the morning? I couldn’t do that with anyone else.”
“Yeah,” something suddenly hit him and every detail of that night came flooding back as if it had just happened. He was already asleep when the ringtone on his phone set for her went off. Momentarily, he thought of just ignoring it, but it was Judy and he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he did. So, he answered. Before he even had the chance to say hello, she cried out his name followed by several sobbing noises. When she finally calmed down, he told her what he always told her when this sad.
‘You know I’m always here for you, Carrots. From here on out.’
And somehow he knew that she was smiling. He loved her smile. Bright and shining and it made his own smile seem better.
“I don’t know how Chef Bogo is going to react. Oh, and the news will have a field day,” she begins pacing from one side of the apartment to the next.
“What am I thinking? I don’t feel this way and you haven’t even said anything about it.”
“Judy!” This catches her attention. Her hands cover her ears, pushing them down, and as she watches his shaky eyes, she tenses up.
“I like you,” just saying it made her feel as if the world had been lifted off of her. Yet the uneasiness still remained, “That’s how I feel. How do you feel?”
Instead of giving her an answer, he hopped off her bed and strolled over until he was face-to-face with her. Then, suddenly, “AHHHH!”
Judy winces at the sound, “What was tha-”
“AHHHHHHH!” He continues to screech, but the look of fear on his face lets her know it’s not on purpose.
She rests her head against his shoulder, and he steals glances down at her. He smiles and she tries to smile back, but it comes off as lopsided, so she pulls up and just closes her eyes, “What was that?”
“I guess,” he shrugs, “Foxes screech when they get a mate,” suddenly her eyes are wide open, “Weird, right?”
His bottom lip trembles, he turns away before she could notice.
“Sorry. I just assumed that because you like me a-,” he pauses while her hand brings his face back around to hers, “And I like you. So…”
“So,” she inches closer and when he realizes it, her nose presses against his, “mates. Just no more screeching.”