zimbits where bitty is ace but jack is not? maybe starting with angst/realization and ending with fluff,
Hey, everyone, lots of feels here. I’m demisexual myself so this prompt def spoke to me and hopefully y’all enjoy! And make sure to watch for the Read More) -avidreader6
Bitty had been home almost a whole month and had been unable to stop thinking about graduation and The Kiss.
Resting his face in his hands, Bitty tried to clear his mind and think clearly. The problem was that Jack was going to be here, in his house, sleeping in the same room with him in two days. He and Jack had been texting and talking almost daily since they’d both left Samwell and Bitty was filled with joy every time he saw Jack smile at him or laughed at one Jack’s rare jokes. Bitty had never felt this way about someone before. He’d never had a problem finding people attractive, but actually wanting them for a relationship or sexually had never entered into any of his fantasies.
Bitty let his head drop to the table and he groaned as his thoughts, once again, turned to Jack. As he and Jack had gotten closer throughout the year, Bitty couldn’t deny he wanted something with him. He was a hopeless romantic at heart and his head was filled of soft candlelit dinners and holding hands and a kiss or two. Bitty loved those fantasies. But his heart fell when he remembered what usually came after all the romantic dates.
A shudder ran through his whole body whenever Bitty tried to imagine sex. He understood the mechanics of it (thank you, mother) and why people enjoyed it, but he’d just never been able to imagine himself wanting that. From the way Rans and Holster went on and on about it, Bitty knew it was something he should want, but no matter what, he just could not seem to find the urge.
Lost in his own thoughts, Bitty never heard his father come into the kitchen. “Somethin’ on your mind, son? You’re not usually the one sitting at the kitchen table with a piece of your mother’s pie in the middle of the night.”
Jumping at the sound of his father’s voice, Bitty sat up and looked down at his empty plate in front of him and shrugged. “Can’t sleep, I guess.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
Bitty could feel Coach watching him, and he shrugged again. “I don’t know. Maybe, Coach, I? I’m a little lost.”
Coach set another piece of pie on Bitty’s plate and refilled his glass of milk before grabbing his own plate and taking a seat. “I know I have not always been the greatest dad to you Eric, but I want to help, if I can.”
Bitty studied his father and saw nothing but an earnest desire to help. Before the whole peewee football incident, Bitty had always seen his dad as this giant who would let nothing bad ever happen. Bitty had wanted so badly to show him he was big and strong too and that he could play football and make Coach proud. After that had ended and he’d chosen ice skating, and no matter how much his mom had said otherwise, Bitty had been sure his dad’s silence was disapproval.
Taking a bite of pie, Bitty tried to find the best way to say what he needed. “Thanks, Coach. I met someone at school and nothing really happened til the end of the year and we kissed and I liked it, but I don’t know if I want…the other stuff.”
Coach took a bite of pie and studied Bitty. After he’d swallowed, he set his fork down and beckoned Bitty over. “Come here, Eric.”
Scooting his chair closer to his dad, Bitty tried to figure out what Coach was going to say. “Coach?”
One big hand settled on Bitty’s shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. “Now, do you care about this person?”
“And do they care about you?”
“They do, dad. I know it.”
Coach swallowed hard. Bitty hadn’t called him dad in quite some time. “Good.” Coach took a deep breath. “I know your mother has given you the talk, and I’m sure she was very thorough.”
Bitty shuddered, remembering his mother’s no nonsense speech and the diagrams she’d brought. “So thorough.”
A chuckle slipped out of Coach’s mouth and they both relaxed a little. “What I’m trying to say is that sex is not the biggest part of a relationship. It’s a small part. What makes a good relationship is all the other stuff. The talking and learning about each other and, yes, even the arguing. It brings you closer together. And if this person truly cares about you they will understand if you want to wait and take things slow, or maybe even hold off altogether. They should want you, Bunny, not just to get into your pants.”
Bitty choked at the use of his old nickname. Many readings of The Runaway Bunny, and the constant presence of Senor Bun had led to it and hearing it now soothed some of Bitty’s nerves because he knew his dad meant every word he’d just said.
Coach stood and gathered their plates, depositing them in the sink. “Remember what I always told you? From that book you loved? When the little bunny says he’ll turn himself into a bird?”
Bitty nodded. “That you’d be like the mama bunny and be a place I can come home to?”
“I meant it, Eric. And I still do. No matter what you. You’ve always got a place to call home. Understand?”
Pushing back from the table, Bitty hurried over and threw his arms around his dad. “I understand.”
“Good. And this person? He, she, they better appreciate you, or I will have to have words with them.”
Bitty laughed. “Oh my god, dad!”
Coach just squeezed Bitty harder. “My son is catch and he deserves to be treated as the amazing man he is.”
Bitty hugged his dad one more time before letting go. “Thanks, dad. I think I can sleep now.”
“Good. I’ll see you in the morning. Your mother has a great list of chores for the both of us before your friend arrives.”
When Bitty’s head hit the pillow a few minutes later, he had no trouble falling asleep safe in the knowledge that things would be okay.
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