Have you ever had feelings for someone so strongly you knew you would be the perfect match. One of those love at first sight, that turned into a feeling of heartache whenever you haven't talked to them in a few days. It sucked. Don't get him wrong, Cry was feeling this now, but when the person you felt this for was your friend? It was something Cry had to bury in himself for a while now. It started out as good buddies, but when it started to get a little more serious, Cry began to worry.
It was like being the friend of your ex when they had broken up with you. You had these deep feelings that wouldn't go away, so instead you swallowed your words, put on your best friendly face, and tried to go about things normally. This was something he figured he could do no problem. He would forget the strange feeling he got whenever he heard the other boy laugh, the joy it gave him to know that he was the one causing such laughter. He would forget the way his throat when dry when he would see that stunning smile, aimed right at him, because of something he had said or done. It would be easy right?
Just be friends. He could do it. To his credit he did real well at the being friends and nothing more. Anything that may have slipped through when it shouldn't have was taken as joking. So when his Swedish friend asked him if he could visit him in the states, Cry thought he would do fine. Pewdie would take his bed, he would sleep on the floor, it wouldn't be odd. He could do this.
Yet as he sat back in his computer chair looking over at the boy who had fallen asleep hours ago due to jet lag, and his heart did that annoying skipping it seemed to have been doing ever since his friend's plane had landed, he realized this was going to be harder than he thought.
Just be friends, that's all he had to do. Taking a large breath of air, he turned his chair away from his friend, looking over his tumblr, browsing through his own tags. Yet at the sound of rustling clothes he couldn't help the way he peeked over, only to see Pewdie stretched out in his street clothes, mouth slightly agape as he slept. The smile Cry found inching it's way onto his face was instantly changed to that of a frown as he shook his head. Chanting his mantra of 'just be friends' in his own head. Whatever he was letting his eyes skim over wasn't registering in his mind, his mind too full of other things, and by things he meant people. And by people he meant person. One person was filling his mind, and it was like nothing else could possibly get in there.
"Cry," as a low, scratchy voice spoke, Cry turned his chair to look at the bed where Pewdie was brushing his fringe from his face and practically squinting at Cry. "What time is it?" Cry was awestruck the way that even in the mostly dark room Pewdie's eyes seemed to be glowing. The blue of his eyes refusing to be smothered by the darkness.
"It's uhh.. almost midnight." Pewdie flopped backwards on the bed, and Cry almost wondered if he had just gone back to sleep, but as the boy groaned he knew that was not the case. Soon the blonde was sitting up, stretching his arms high above his head, and if Cry was taking glances at the small amount of skin that shown as the shirt was pulled up a bit, he wasn't telling. Turning himself to sit on the edge of Cry's bed, Pewdie glanced at the computer, before looking over to Cry.
"Sorry I fell asleep," Cry smiled and shook his head, as Pewdie went to embarrassedly rub the back of his head. Cry waved him off, a sign that it had not bothered him in the slightest. It was too be expected with the time differences and long plane ride. "What are you doing?" Pewdie stood on tired legs, and leaned against the back of Cry's chair, slouching quite a bit as he attempted to keep himself awake. His head right next to Cry's, so close Cry could feel the stubble slightly brush his own cheek as Pewdie spoke.
"Just poking around tumblr." He felt Pewdie nod, before he felt his chair move a bit with Pewdie standing back up straight. Looking over his shoulder he noticed the Swede pulling his shirt over his head, and reaching into his luggage bag. Cry didn't want to look, he really didn't, but it was if he had no choice. Keeping his body turned toward the computer, he kept his head turned the slightest amount to watch the blonde out of the corner of his eye.
There it was again, his heart pounding so much he had begun to bounce his leg in time. His blood drumming in his ears, and his mouth going dry at the sight of the pale boy behind him. He seemed to be taking his sweet time with that shirt, and whether it was because he was still tired, or was purposely taunting his friend, Cry wasn't sure. Cry gripped tightly at the armrests on the chair, anything to keep himself from reaching out to touch the smooth, silky looking skin of the boys back. Licking his lips subconsciously as images that should not have been running through his head began to. Images of that back arched, as he ran his hand down the boys spine, watching him shiver at the slight touch. Flipping him over to place heated kisses down his chest, scraping his teeth against the hipbones presented to him just above the waistband of Pewdie's jeans. Listening to the whimper of pleasure, and the way his hips raised in such a wanton way Cry could barely contain himself. The way Pewdie would cry out his name as he let his hands slide along his legs, and up to the place the boy wanted it so much.
"Cry?" Well not quite like that, less in a questioning way, and in more of a pleasure filled way. "Hello Cry?" Cry shook his head looking over to Pewdie who now stood before him, waving his hand in front of his face. Apparently during his musings he had missed the best part of Pewdie removing his jeans and exchanging them for sleeping pants, and also a light shirt now adorned his body. He had also apparently been staring quite aptly at him, as he had even turned his computer chair around just to look at him.
"Hello friend. Sorry I must have spaced out…" Pewdie merely smirked with a laugh and lay down on the bed, resting on his side to look at Cry who still remained stationary in his chair.
"I know, I am so sexy." Cry was glad the lights were off, save his computer light, because he was sure the heat that rose to his cheeks would have been noticeable. So he tried to pass it off with a bit of laughter as he stood from his chair, and went to his own closet to change into his own pajamas. He heard the cat calling whistle from behind him as he slipped off his shirt, and instead of throwing it to the hamper where it should have been, it found it's way to being thrown at Pewdie's head. Using the time that Pewdie was laughing heartily, he slipped off his own pants, and slid on his pajamas in a quick fashion, a little embarrassed at how much his earlier musings had affected him.
As he turned he saw Pewdie had indeed been watching him, probably not nearly as enraptured as Cry had been in watching him, but it was a welcome thought that perhaps Pewdie had enjoyed the sight of him just a bit. Taking a seat on the floor, where he had previously set out a sleeping back while Pewdie was napping earlier, Pewdie rolled to the edge of the bed to see where he was going. When he saw the sleeping back on the floor, he almost seemed annoyed.
"No, Cry this is your bed, you take it, I can sleep on the floor," and as he spoke he had already began to climb down onto the sleeping bag. Cry merely chuckled and pressed a hand to his chest, trying to ignore the way his hand tingled at any spot it came into contact with Pewdie and pushed him back towards the bed.
"You, are the guest, therefore the bed is yours." Pewdie shook his head, and continued to try and fight against his hand, and climb off the bed, which of course turned into Cry using both hands, and then Pewdie using both feet. Soon there was an all out wrestling match on the floor of Cry's room, both boys snorting in laughter as they fought. If Cry was enjoying rolling on the floor with his friend more than he should have been… well that was his secret. All though the fun was cut off abruptly when one of Pewdie's elbows managed to jerk backwards into Cry's nose. Pain erupted, and his hands instantly flew to his nose as his eyes began to tear.
"Jag är så ledsen! Är du ok? Låt mig se…" Pewdie said quickly, grabbing at Cry's hands gingerly in an attempt to pull them away from his nose. Cry almost wondered if Pewdie realized he was speaking in Swedish.
"I have no idea what you just said," Cry said with a bit of a chuckle, as he let his friend pull his hands from his nose. Pewdie was too preoccupied with checking him over to answer, or really even register Cry had even spoken to him. Nothing was bleeding, and though it had hurt like hell, it didn't feel like it was broken. So as Pewdie sat in front of him looking more than a little ashamed Cry shook his head. "I'm fine. Rough housing is bound to end up in someone getting hurt." Pewdie nodded smiling, as he stood, extending his hand to Cry to help him up as well. When both boys were on their feet, Cry decided to try again at getting a translation. "What did you say? You spoke Swedish." Pewdie looked slightly confused, thinking back before laughing.
"Oh, I was saying sorry. Asking if you were ok," Pewdie said, shaking his head at himself for resorting to Swedish, a habit he had when spooked, or feeling pressed.
"Not your fault, but I think I'll pass on anymore wrestling for the night. Rather keep the rest of me intact until tomorrow." The two laughed heartily, as they headed back towards the bed, having rolled across the expanse of the room it seemed. "Now, take the bed, or I'll guilt trip you for hurting my nose." Pewdie glared, before sitting on the edge of the bed, looking between the bed behind him and Cry who stood before him.
"The bed's large, why not share?" And there was that drumming in his ears again. Sharing a bed with Pewdie was just not an option. That was dangerous territory to be in, like stepping foot into the enemies bunkers and asking if they had any extra ammunition. Yet as Pewdie looked up at him determinedly, Cry knew that unless he wanted to express the exact reasons he wasn't sure sleeping in the same bed would be the best of ideas, he wasn't going to get out if it.
"I don't know Pewds," he started, maybe he could play it off as a not really enjoying the idea of sleeping in the same bed as the other. By the look on Pewdie's face though, he wasn't buying it.
"Don't worry about it Cry." Cry smirked, where had he heard that before. Did he always have valid reason to worry when Pewdie said that? You bet. Did he always go along with it anyway? Of course he did. So now was no exception. Cry sighed and shoo'd Pewdie over to the other side of the bed as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling his pillow from the floor and setting it once more on the bed. Maybe if he was lucky, he would fall asleep quicky and avoid any awkward situations. "Night, Cry," Pewdie spoke quietly, Cry hearing the yawn that was pulled from the blonde seconds afterwards.
"Night Pewds." So with that, Cry closed his eyes, and wished himself to fall asleep quickly. Of course he knew this was a failed effort as with the object of his annoying affection right next to him. He tried to think of anything else, anything but the soft breathing beside him, the way he could just begin to feel the way the other side of the bed was dipping under the other body. The way his body was exuding warmth right next to him, the way his smaller arms seemed to fit perfectly across the expanse of his chest. Wait, What?! Cry tried to keep himself from moving too much as he looked over, and even though he was hoping it was just a very realistic dream, it was in fact reality. Pewdie, having fallen asleep quickly, was curled up against his side, one arm slung over Cry's chest as his head rest on his shoulder. He could feel every breath, could feel every rumbling murmur from Pewdie's chest, could smell Pewdie's hair products, and body wash. It was assaulting Cry in the best, and worst ways possible. He wanted to wrap his arms around Pewdie, and slip away from him and return to his original plan of sleeping on the sleeping bag on the floor. He knew that if he moved though, Pewdie would be awake in a second, so there he stayed.
Chanting the same mantra which seemed that it was going to be said for this weeks vacation with Pewdie.
'All I have to do is just be friends. Just be friends…'
Well being that I work in the morning, this is going to be split up into parts :) Sooo this will be my first chaptered PewdieCry…
And yes.. this is inspired by Megurine Luka - Just Be Friends
For some reason I heard it, and instantly thought of PewdieCry.. so I started writing :T Welp… Goodnight for now lol XD