..Each breath a little harder to take in and push out. Legs burning with an invisible fire. Chest burning with a different kind of streamed in rivers down Britt's face. Collecting, then falling off in random splashes.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," He kept muttering, with what little extra breath there barely felt the transition from concrete to muddy earth, as he crossed into a park. The wet grass was to slippery to run on though and he soon slid and fell. With out even bothering to get up, he just let out a sob that was unheard in the still raced through his head a million miles a minute. Flashes of what he had done, how it had felt, the crushing see, Britt used to be a lady's man. That all changed when a certain genius that likes classical music made his way into Britt's only went down from there.
First he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off Kato. That really didn't become a problem until Kato noticed one day and was slightly freaked by it. Britt got better at where his eyes rested from then was his little problem with keeping his hands to himself. Britt had always been a touchy feely person. So he was able to keep that up, for the most part. As long as he didn't do it more than once a day, he was ok. The only problem with that was, that Britt didn't want just platonic is where the current problem came from.
They were hanging out in the garage side room looking over some new things that Kato had put on the Beauty. Britt was his usual giddy self about it and ended up hugging Kato. The problem came when he stepped away. He only moved an inch or so, his body not responding to the logical side of his brain. He didn't realize what he was doing, only realizing after, when his lips were on Kato's and the other man was very Britt pulled back he didn't want to see what was in Kato's eyes, but was powerless against their he saw there was more shattering that anything Kato could have done to him.
There were questions there, sure. There was surprise, also normal. What killed was the Britt got a hold of his senses, he ran and didn't stop till he fell in the laid there in the mud for hours, freezing in the he felt got up, he felt more broken than anything.
When he got back to the house, it he was slightly shocked, to still see Kato sitting in the garage. Not that he gave much recognition when Britt came in, just a small look and a nod."If you can forget this, I will too," Britt said in a scratchy voice. He got another made his way, to his room, for a long hot shower.
When he was done with the shower, he laid in bed and cried some more. At the same time feeling like it needed to be let out, he felt de-man'd for bothered him the most, wasn't the fact that he didn't feel the same way Britt did, he could handle the fact that he was willing to stay and be the nameless partner, but didn't care enough about him, to come look for him to make sure he wasn't dead thought just burrowed deeper and deeper, until Britt fell asleep. His dreams that night consisted of Britt laying in a ditch, broken and bleeding, with Kato covering his body while that night, Britt constantly felt like he was falling. He'd been there before, but he had always had a safety net. This time,however, he didn't.