A short fic about Simon and Monty from Road Song. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I can't find any Road Song fics.
(Warning: this is about a boy-boy relation ship. If it doesn't float your boat, find another sea)
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Two boys sharing a single bed in a decrepit hotel room were bound to run into some questionable moments. And indeed, Monty and Simon had found themselves in many questionable positions.
The first few times that they had woken up in each others arms, they tried their best to ignore it and a tacit agreement was reached to never speak of it again. With such times coming with more frequent regularity, Simon made a decision.
He had always been an early waker. When they came to Ohio, with their days filled with late nights and music till dawn, he had started to sleep later and later into the day. Now he simply made the effort to revert back to his original sleeping patterns.
Because he was awake well before Monty, he had a chance to fully examine the other boy. He woke every morning, wrapped in Monty's warm arms, and felt content. Content like he hadn't been for a very long time.
When he was lying in the sagging bed, cuddled up to Monty, watching his eyelashes flutter in his dreams and feeling his chest rise and fall, Simon could ignore the rest of his life.
Those serene moments where shattered however when Monty gave the tell-tale signs of waking. Simon would delicately remove himself from his arms and turn his back, heart breaking at the thought that his brother-in-law would never know how he felt.
Monty always awoke with Simon's warm back lying close by, enough to share body heat but not enough so that the two boys actually touched. He always sighed the same sigh, disappointed that he had not woken once again with Monty in his arms.
Even though they where legal related, even though Simon was another man, Monty had come to face his feelings for his brother-in-law long ago. Feelings that went past brotherly love, past appreciation for Simon's lithe body, past lust for that same body, and into something more deep and complex. A little something that most people called love.
Every morning Monty would reach out and gently place his palm on Simon's back, just to be closer to the other boy. Monty knew Simon would never return his feeling.
He always withdrew his hand when Simon showed signs of waking up, resigning himself to another day of hiding his feelings for Simon.
Monty never saw the tears Simon shed quietly in the mornings, the tears that fell slowly and silently when Monty rested his hand on Simon's back. The small amount of intimacy that Simon though meant so little, yet wished to mean so much.
Monty never heard the sniffles, smothered by Simon's pillow, as Simon made a show of waking up. The tears returned when Monty removed his hand, but Simon always dried them quickly, steeling himself for another day of acting like he didn't care about Monty.
Maybe one day, he would reveal his feelings. But until then, he would cry in the mornings.
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Okay. Sorry about the angst. This is my second version of this story, but I like this one better than the first, even though it's more angsty. Oh well. Instead of a review story, today I have a riddle. Try to see if you can figure it out. (Just to let you know, I don't actually know the answer myself. I'm still trying to figure that out.)
The riddle:
There are two bears sitting in a bathtub. The first bear says to the second, "Pass the soap". The second bear says to the first bear, "no soap. Radio."
What does it mean?
Good luck!
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