Saturday Night

Holden was mad. A burning mad, the same type of mad that blinded him when Allie died. No one was physically dead, but he was emotionally dead. After all, he was the only dumb one in the family. Probably in this whole goddam school. He buried his face further into the mattress, pulled the pillow tighter around his head, and curled tighter into himself and against the wall. It was a Saturday night, and even Ackley was out. He was probably the only one stupid enough to stay inside.

He could hear, muffled, the room door open and close, the lock quietly clicking. He curled in tighter, hell bent on ignoring the stupid moron. The mattress dipped before a warm, solid body pressed up against his back, thick arms wrapping around his waist. "Holden."

"Go to hell."

"Don't be like that."

"What should I? I'm nothing but a dumb little freak."

There was a sigh before dry lips pressed into what little skin was showing from beneath the pillow. Big hands started to run down his heaving ribs, and Holden dimly became aware of the hot tears running down his face. "Let go of me, moron."

The body pressed tightly up against him, while those damn hands grabbed onto his wrists, forcibly moving his arms so the pillow could be removed. Not even bothering to try and put up a fight (he knows he'll lose), Holden strained his neck and pressed his face deeper into the mattress. He would have smirked at the frustrated exhale if he wasn't twisted onto his back, arms held above his head and legs hitched up high on a pair of hips. Pouting like an overgrown child, he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side.

"You aren't going to make this easy, are you?"

"No."

A head dropped down onto his shoulder, breath tickling his skin as a kiss was pressed to his neck. "I'm sorry, Holden." He could feel his anger vanishing but he didn't want to forgive right now. Maybe later, but right now, he wanted to be mad. He wanted to be upset. Time to use the last name.

"For what? Calling me a dumb idiot and a freak, or for even wanting to be with me? After all, you can get anyone you want. Which one, Stradlater?"

His roommate- boyfriend, lover- exhaled sharply and pressed his forehead against Holden's. "You know damn well I don't mean any of those things. You know I love you." Holden tried to move, to get up and away, but Stradlater pressed him harder against the mattress. "You mean everything to me. But no one can know."

"Doesn't make it any better."

"I know." Stradlater nudged their noses together, "and I'm sorry."

Despite his desire to remain angry, Holden could feel himself forgiving Stradlater. Sighing, the boy nudged Stradlater's chin with his nose and, blushing, pressed a short kiss to his longtime partner's mouth. He turned away, scoffing, "You owe me, moron." He was promptly gathered up in strong arms and pressed up against a strong chest. Feeling the smile in his hair, Holden couldn't contain his own goofy smile.

"Love ya, Holden."

"Love you too, Ward."

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Sorry if they're OOC. First time writing fanfic for The Catcher in the Rye. Review and let me know how I did, please.