I own nothing. Warning, lots of tears. Slash. Please Read while listening to Slow Dancing In a Burning Room by John Mayer.
Chase held Marcus at arms length,eyes watery ad they stood in Marcus lab. Soft music played from somewhere in the room and Marcus decided to get closer.
"Chase," he whispered,pulling him to his body and wrapping his arms around his neck. Chase let out a stuttering sigh and put his hands on the small of the other boy's back. Marcus started to sway to the music,and Chase copied him,letting him take the lead.
They moved gently around the room, no sound coming except for the quiet sounds of the radio. The glided and Marcus let himself smile a little bit at the boy in front of him. He loved those eyes,the way the always sparkled when he got excited;he could always tell what he was feeling through them and he was going to miss that.
Slowly,Chase could feel the other weakening,almost to a stop. They still swayed,but barely. He knew what was coming,but that didn't mean he was ok with it.
"Marcus," Chase whispered,tears now streaming down his face. Marcus wasn't much better,but he was grinning.
"It's alright Chase. Just let me go, " he told him in a calm and gently voice. He caressed the other boy's face as he cried,gripping Marcus tighter like a life line.
"Please," he pleaded. Marcus lightly placed his lips on Chase's,through the tears.
"I love you," And just like that,he was gone. Chase slide to the floor,Marcus still in his arms and whispered,
"Happy birthday,Marcus. I love you too,"
Oh my god,what has this ship done to me!? I'm so sorry. I'm So terribly sorry,ah the feels!