The day felt like it was going faster than Damien has ever expected. His mind with loving someone back and feeling protected. He liked that the most out of a man, but he had no clue it was Erik the entire time. He slept until his biological clock told him to wake up after several hours. His body took a while to recognize everything around him and he gotten the feel of everything.
His body winced, "...who's holding me?" He felt extremely warmer than usual.
In the morning, Erik woke slowly. He had slept for quite a while-probably because they had stayed up so late. When he did finally awake, he found Damien staring up at him wide-eyed and confused.
He backed away immediately. "I heard you crying for Jack, and I just wanted to help," he gushed.
Even though his intentions had been good, he couldn't help feeling like he'd done something wrong. Maybe he should've gone back to his own bed after he was sure Damien was alright, but he hadn't. It had felt so good to have someone in his arms again. He hadn't had a girlfriend in so long and he was, well, lonely. He had needed comforting that night just as much as Damien did, but he would never admit that.
After finding out who held Damien, he blinked and stared right at Erik. He was already explaining, but why did he sleep in the same bed with him? He felt so confused so much, it just felt so good to sleep like that.
His head shook and climbed out of the bed quickly, "I'll be back later...probably before bed." Damien felt the need to figure it out or why things were like this.
He kept telling himself it was just probably comfort, but for who? When Damien stood to leave, an overwhelming amount of guilt settled in Erik's heart. He hadn't meant to make things awkward, he was just...he didn't know what he was doing.
"Wait, Damien," he called after him then reached out to grab him by the wrist. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just trying to help."
Damien felt his warm hand on his wrist and heard him out anyway. His heart could have pounded so loud enough for anyone to hear. His head shook and just trying to make it so easy to understand.
He tried to pull away, but he failed a few times, "No...it...uh, um, you were good comforting me, Erik. I-I just need some alone time to figure things out, ple-please. I need to straighten myself out alone."
Damien's stomach twisted and turn, he felt sick but he wasn't at the same time. What was going on with him? Why was their sleeping together affects him so personally? He was bright red on his nose about everything. Erik sighed but let him go. He couldn't hold him there while he was trying to leave.
"Alright," he said, and gave a fake smile, "Whatever you need."
These were the times when his acting skills came in handy. It was easy for him to make it so that his face never revealed any of his true emotions. While on the outside, he appeared to be perfectly okay with Damien's leaving, in the inside, it was tearing him up. Even though he had told him it wasn't his fault, Erik was convinced it was. It would kill him if it turned out that in trying to help, he had actually made everything worse. Damien was a little surprised when Erik didn't get in controlling. In a sense, he knew enough they were just friends hopefully.
He nodded, "...don't worry about me." He whispered, but he couldn't shake off the feeling about Erik.
It was all too confusing and trying to understand what had happened. He wanted to believe enough Erik has shown him, but how could he tell about anything if it's acting or not? Damien paused at the door and turned his head over to Erik with an expression of his eyes that shows much meaning to one person. It was like he wanted to ask something, but he was afraid more than anything. He couldn't wait to stay for those answers and left instantly. As soon as Damien had left the room, Erik allowed himself to fall back on the bed and into a pool of self-pity. Oh Nyx, please help me! he thought. Talking to Damien was more difficult than talking to a girl. Erik could at least guess what a girl was thinking, but with Damien, he hadn't the slightest idea. And those eyes. The way he had looked at him before he had left. The way he had stared. That was the most puzzling of all. He had looked at him as if he had wanted to tell him something but then decided against it. What could it have been? Erik wondered. What if he had wanted to tell him off but unable to work up the guts to do it. Damien only ever yelled at those he was truly angry with, but what if him saying nothing was worse? Erik groaned and tossed himself from side to side until he tumbled off the edge of the bed and onto the floor. Why? Why? Why? With sigh, he brought himself back to his feet and headed to the bathroom to take his shower.
Damien took himself to the deep part of the library and gathered some books. He made sure he found a spot where no one could think of. Damien wanted to avoid everyone until he's certain of his own answer. No matter what he read, he wasn't satisfied of them, and felt extremely lost. He spent hours on reading, forgetting his food intake, and kept himself isolated the entire time. He couldn't hold himself up very much and wanted to throw a fit.
He hissed, "Damn Neferet...this is your fault! Why Jack? I'm so confused and I can't figure out your damn plot! Erik is totally right, you're a bitch and that's all you ever are." He whispered angrily.
His head shook and trying to find a way to think things out. There wasn't an exact answer about Erik, but what can he truly do? Just ask like it was? No, he'd feel stupid to have to ask that himself. His mind wandered about what happened during his sleep and caused Erik to cuddle up like that. It was so good, he didn't want anyone else but Erik.
He hugged his knees, "Would it be wrong to just demand him to love me like Jack?" He shook his head and tried not to cry.
Instead, it happens as the tears escaped his eyes for the last couple of hours. Erik's mind wandered in the shower. To most, it didn't seem like it, but Erik did have a conscience. It was only on rare occasions that he showed how soft he really was-this was one of them. All of the craziness of the past few days had started to take its toll on him. Now he was starting to go crazy. At this point Erik was eighteen, he was an adult. So when was he going to start acting like one? After about half an hour of wasting water, Erik headed back to the room and got dressed. Damien still wasn't back. This was driving him crazy. Why couldn't he just snap his fingers and make everything okay again? Because that wasn't how the world worked. Realizing that was another thing that should've come with adulthood. Honestly, Erik still felt like he was seventeen. Confused and lost, not sure where to go. When you were an adult, things were supposed to be easier, you were supposed to know things. Erik didn't feel as if he'd grown any wiser since last year. The only thing he'd learned was not to hold a grudge...of course that had come after his girlfriend had cheated on him. The longer he thought about things, the more they seemed to lead back to Zoey. At first, he had gotten into Damien's bed to help him, to make him feel better, but he had stayed because he was 's what he'd thought originally anyway. What if really he was missing Zoey? He'd already told he was over her, but whether or not that was the truth, he couldn't be sure.
After isolating in the library the entire night, he decided to go back before Erik could try to find him anyway, and headed over to the cafeteria. It was so empty here...it was like a ghost town here. He sighed and helped himself some sandwich, a drink, and bag of chips. Damien headed back to the bedroom, still not sure if he actually straighten out his answers or not. Could he ask him or not? He was afraid of the answers he doesn't want to hear, but he heard it over a million times from everyone. He even done it to all of the girls who tried to ask him out. He wondered if he tried to change his sexual orientation. Will he feel better? Who would he go after? He never had much attraction to the girls or even given a thought about dating them at least once. He can't seem to shake it off, but he can't do much now. Maybe he should date girls...yeah, that would be a start. He opened the door with a tray of everything he needed to eat.
He lowered his eyes and avoided any sight of Erik's. "...I'm back. I've decided to do something." He announced and gulped. Hopefully that will ease up some tension for him.
As soon as he heard the door open, Erik bolted up. There, Damien stood with a tray of food in hand. Erik noticed that he wouldn't look at him, he was was avoiding eye contact and not being very inconspicuous about it.
"What...what've you decided to do?" he asked nervously.
The way Damien said made it sound like it wasn't going to be a good thing. What if he decided that he wanted to change rooms or went to Zoey and told him how much of a jerk he'd been? See, this was why Erik preferred not to get involved with emotions and drama, it was too much! All he could do now was sit and wait hoping that what Damien was going to say next woudn't be anything like he expected. And what he expected was very, very bad. Damien took a deep breath and felt Erik's eyes on him. He set down the tray on his bed and his voice made it sound so serious about this.
"I'm deciding to be straight now. If I can't love a man, then I'm going to try to love a girl." It hurts him so badly that he couldn't get what he wanted.
He told himself lies, but it's something he's forcing himself to do and give a try. He was just done and just want to be happy.
He smiled quickly and hopefully that would cover his truer emotion, "I just need someone to be with and I don't think waiting for another year or two would be worth it anymore." He let it all out and hoped to get an encouragement at least.
He wasn't too sure what to expect out of anything through Damien said next, Erik never could've seen coming. To imagine how much pain he had to be in to resort to trying to change himself instead of the situation. It hurt Erik to even imagine feeling that way. For a moment, all he could do was stare. Once again, Damien had left Erik speechless. But then he regained his grip and he turned to Damien with seriousness in both his eyes and words.
"Look Damien, you don't need to do that. This isn't your fault, you didn't do anything, so you shouldn't change. You've been happy gay haven't you? You were happy with Jack for a long time and you can be happy again. And if you did decide to be straight, what makes you think that you're going to get a girlfriend automatically, and when you do, what happens next? Are you just going to waste another year or two, in relationship with someone you don't love? Waiting is worth more than wasting. I mean..." Erik's sturdy gaze faltered, "...if this is what you want to do, then fine. I'm not going to do anything to stop you, but it's not a good idea. Damien, you don't need a girlfriend or a boyfriend, you have Zoey and Stevie Rae, and all of your other friends. You can be with them. And if none of that works out, you'll have me. I promise."
Damien stood there and let his ears listened carefully. He couldn't believe it. He didn't even understand it, but somewhat did. Damien heard it all and his knees gotten all shaky as he fell onto them. His hands clung onto the bed's sheet and he agreed right away to Erik.
"You'll always have me...Jack said that to me. On our second date." He wanted to cry so badly, "But I just want to love somebody, Erik. Jack got ripped away from me and he-he was perfect. Every time I thought I found a perfect man, they always rejected me and-and-and they're all straight! I-I am the only gay boy here! Ho-how's anything fair for me?" He snapped and found himself crying now.
He hated to feel so weak, but he didn't know how to be strong.
Nothing could easily change how he fault, "The girls may be my friends, but they only chose to hang out with me because they pitied me being alone. Stevie Rae forced everyone to be friends with me because she wanted to make sure I wasn't ever alone." He wiped those tears off, but they kept coming down so much, and it wasn't enough.
He tried to stop crying, but nothing seem to work. Erik listened to Damien's rant without a word. He needed to get it all it, Erik knew how much it could hurt not to speak. As he spilled out all of his problems on the floor, Erik began to understood just how much he was hurting. The problem hadn't begun with Jack's death, no, that had just been the catalyst. Long before that, Damien had had to deal with the sadness he never told anyone about. All that time he'd just been holding it in. When Jack came around, all he had down was help him to stop what had started to flow through the cracks in Damien's hard shell. And when Jack died, Damien burst. Erik stood up from the bed and approached Damien slowly. He was a complete mess, at this point, Erik wasn't sure if anything could save him, but he had to try. He knelt down in front of the boy and brought his head to his chest for the third time in two days.
Then he began to speak. "I can't tell you what others think," he whispered, "I won't guess. I'll only tell you what I know. And I know that they love you. Stevie Rae introduced you to her friends not because she pitied you but because she wanted you to be happy. Let me tell you, pity-friends don't last long. If Zoey and the others only befriended you because of pity, they wouldn't have stuck around so long. No, they love you Damien. They love you because you're sweet and kind and funny, because you're beautiful. Love can't grow from pity." Erik took a deep breath and looked down into Damien's eyes, still swimming with tears. "I can't promise you that you'll meet another guy here, but you will eventually. All I can tell you is that you're not alone here and you never will be. Heck," Erik smiled, "if you can't find anyone, I'll be your boyfriend if that makes you happy!"
After hearing it all from Erik and how deep he said it. That made his jaw dropped...he answered his question now.
Without even needing to ask, "...I wanted to ask if you were gay too. I wanted to ask if you'd kiss me right on the lips. I wanted to ask if I...was worth anything to you. I thought you're just straight all the way." He wiped those tears off and trying to stop crying, "Do-do you really mean it, Erik?" His heart pounded so much as it hurt, but he didn't care.
He was scared to get the final answer. Erik froze. He had been joking it was joke. He didn't mean that he'd actually...Erik looked down at the boy in his arms. His heart had already been broken once that week, did he have it in him to break it again?
"Um," he began, "I-I was just...I didn't mean." Unconsciously, he began to move away from Damien.
It was just now that he realized how wrong the signals he'd been sending him were. Yes, Damien did mean something to him, and yes Damien was straight all the way, but those were the only two questions he could honestly answer yes to. Erik didn't want to lie, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stand it if he let Damien be hurt one more time. So he comprised. He didn't speak. There was no lie. Erik simply placed a hand on the back of Damien's head like the night before, but his time when he leaned down, he didn't kiss him on the forehead. He kissed him on the lips. It was a brief, timid kiss. Erik had never kissed a boy before, so even this was overwhelming for him. The feeling of Damien's soft lips pressed so firmly up against his made his entire body tingle. It wasn't like anything he had ever felt before. With every girl, it had been a kiss and only a kiss. With Damien, it was different. It was magic. After a second or two he backed away, blushing and embarrassed.
The only thing words he could manage to say were, "Um...I." and then he stopped talking all together.
Damien felt like a prince...or a princess, in this case. The lips has met each other has given a fairy tale love. It was astounding feeling that no other words could describe it. He easily saw Erik and his first time. He understood that and his fingers placed onto Erik's lips and he smiled.
"I was waiting a perfect kiss and that answer it enough for me." He felt better than he could imagine.
He felt there's a chance in life and that everything would be alright now for him.
"If it's alright, don't ever change room?" He cuddled up with Erik and placed his head onto Erik's chest.
He found something...or rather, someone to make him happy again. Erik blushed even harder when Damien touched his lips. Things had gotten so far, so fast. All he'd ever meant to do was hug him, make him feel better, and now he'd kissed him? But that wasn't the worst thing. The worst thing was that he'd liked it. He enjoyed Damien being so near to him, he enjoyed his head on his chest. Once again, his fingers found their way into the boy's dark hair and Erik felt as if he would never let him go. Erik liked Damien, really liked him. That was the worst thing. It was perfectly fine for him to be gay. Zoey could come out as a lesbian and he wouldn't even flinch, but Erik, Erik Night? He was straight, he was hot, he liked women-no, loved women. And apparently, he also liked Damien Maslin. Oh goddess, what was the world coming to? When had things gotten so hard? When? Erik wished things could be like they were before Neferet had gone crazy and Jack had died. Back then everyone was with who they were supposed to be. He was with Zoey and Damien was Jack. Back then, this would've never happened. But it was. Damien was very real in Erik's arms, there was no denying it. He could tell everyone he was straight and tell Damien that he didn't like it, didn't want this, but just like last night, that wouldn't explain why he held him there for so long.
Damien was just perfectly happy. That kiss has given him what he wanted to feel. His free hand moved up to where his head was and felt the man's heart.
He softly bounced his head back and glanced up the crystal blue eyes, "...I won't tell anyone," He smiled, "...I had a crush on you since I first came here and I was so sure you were gay too. But this is the first time to realize you're one too, isn't it?"
Damien didn't care if he could keep quiet, as long he could do things in the room like flirting or at least a kiss here and there once a month or something. As long he could be around Erik, that's all he ever wanted and nothing else. He felt..happy. He finally moved on for Jack and keeping the promise to be happy. There wasn't anyway to express it, but the way Erik's blushing was enough to settle for. Damien's confession warmed Erik's heart. To think he'd had a crush on him for so long and never said a word. Erik would've died if he'd never been able to express himself. In Damien's position, he wouldn't have survived. Wait, he was in Damien's position now. He was gay-or at least bisexual. The thought of it made him cringe. He banished it from his mind and refused to accept that he could be either. He wasn't bisexual if he only liked one guy and he wasn't gay if he still liked girls. He would just be Erik-who liked Damien. And that was it!
"This is the first time I've realized that I like you," he admitted. Erik had phrased his sentence carefully, he wouldn't say that word. Never.
The fact that Damien had promised not to tell reassured him, but it also frightened him. Erik had never been in a relationship where he'd had to keep the things they did a secret. Usually, he made sure everyone knew he had a girlfriend. He was proud. But this would be different.
So very different. "How is this going to work?" he asked, interrupting Damien's happiness. "How are we going to keep this a secret? No offense, but I know your friends, and when they want to know things, they find out."
Damien kept smiling and chuckle. His finger danced on Erik's shirt and he understood anyway. He shook his head since it was exactly what he meant.
"Erik, I won't tell anyone meant I won't tell until you tell who you are comfortable with. If they want to know, they will wait when it happens. I can wait," Right in his eyes define the amount of his happiness.
There wasn't anyway of describing how his first fledgling crush came to be and they kissed in their room. "I can wait if you really want to go on, but at least it helps to know you're always there for me. That's all I need."
Damien looked at Erik, saw the the older blush has disappeared, but he adored it anyway. He shrugged and kept cuddling up with Erik as he pleases. It felt good. Erik smiled at Damien's response. He wanted to doubt. Being unsure about things seemed more practical than just assuming everything was okay, but with Damien, that was just the way things felt. If he said it would be fine, Erik believed him. All he had to do was touch him again and his mind would be erased of every single worry. He wanted to kiss him again, so badly, but he restrained himself. Even though it felt so good, in his mind it still felt so wrong. Damien had said he would wait, but how long exactly would that be? What if Erik was never ready to be in the kind of relationship Damien and Jack had had and Damien still wanted to be in? What if he couldn't meet his expectations? As Damien nuzzled himself further into Erik's arms, he found those thoughts dwindling. What if became whatever and all of his thoughts of the past transitioned to now. Now with Damien. Now and forever.
While the two remained in a hugging moment, the door immediately spun open and a total blond bitch didn't exactly care about knocking. She started yanking off her mouth and kept her arms crossed.
"Oh, my gosh! The nerd herd twins are pushing it with the shopping! Ugh! I need boys here and-" She looks at them, "What are you two doing?" She caught them in a hugging moment which seems gay-ish to her.
Erik was still thinking about just how much he wanted that second kiss when Aphrodite, his ex, burst through the door. He quickly disentangled himself from Damien and pushed himself away from him, but he wasn't quick enough, Aphrodite had already seen all she needed to see.
"We weren't doing anything," he said casually and if it had not been for the hug between them she'd just witnessed, Aphrodite probably would've believed it. "He was crying, so I was just trying to calm him down."
While he spoke, his face showed not even the tiniest hint of fear, but inside his chest, his heart pounded. "You expect me to believe that? Just because I'm hot doesn't mean I'm stupid Erik Night. Looks like you and gay boy were having yourselves a little Brokeback Mountain moment there to me."
Damien didn't expect Aphrodite to show up so soon, but the way Erik reacted was normally he assumed of. He did have some tears off and brushed it off.
He sighed, "Aphrodite, he was only trying to make me feel better. You know Jack is my boyfriend and it just hurts to see him gone, alright? He asked if there was anything he could do and I asked for a hug." Hopefully that was believable enough.
Of course, Aphrodite rolled her eyes and still couldn't believe the boys gone to the defensive line. She ended up slamming the door which caused Damien to jump slightly.
She scoffed, "And you lie too easily, gay boy and honestly, I was wondering when you're going to demand for Erik to be your boyfriend. Gosh, finally you nerds finally broke in." She shook her head and flipped her hair back.
Erik shook his head and allowed it to fall into his hands. If this got out so soon...Erik was sure he'd be able to take it. He looked to Damien, who was still trying to convince her that nothing had happened. He gave him a glance that told him to give up, it was too late. Aphrodite knew, now everyone else would too.
"Don't tell," he commanded uselessly.
Aphrodite scoffed, "Like I'm going to listen to you? Uh-uh, this is too good." And mischievous smile has found its way to her face. This secret gave her all the power she ever needed to control Erik and Damien. "Boy, it's going to take a lot more convincing than that if you don't want this jewel to get out."
Damien can easily see how worried Erik was and he didn't want him to worry about it.
He glared right at Aphrodite angrily enough and growled, "Dammit, Aphrodite! Don't tell anyone or else!" His hands curled up aggressively.
Aphrodite wasn't too step back from his bitter voice and she looked at both of them. She wasn't too sure with Damien, though.
"Or what? Oh, tell me dear boyfriend of Erik? It's too sweet to keep all to myself, you know?"
Damien couldn't believe it with her and he kicked the bed's leg so hard to express his frustration. He wanted to lurch at her and strangle her, but it wasn't right.
"Tell anyone or we'll tell them that you're still a virgin." He hissed.
He wasn't kidding. Aphrodite has almost lost color in her face. Erik's eyes grew wide at Damien's threat. First of all, that was pretty damn cute. Damien of all people sticking up for him? That was something he could get used to. But secondly, Aphrodite was a virgin? Wasn't she supposed to be the sluttiest girl in the entire school? Well apparently not because Stevie Rae had done more than she had. Erik struggled not to laugh. If the roles were reversed, he knew that she would've joked about it for ages. But Erik was better than that, or at least while Damien was around.
"So, Aphrodite, are you still thinking about telling now?" he asked with a sly smile.
"You-you," she sputtered, "How do you even know that gay boy? Who told you that?"
Damien shook his head and scoffed roughly. He knew she was going to ask that. His fists were shaking so much enough to want to kill her, but he held back enough.
"You went after every boy that are straight. You begged them in the dark to do it and try to be seductive. If you had done sex, you would have realized what turned men on by then. You failed to do it with him. You failed to do it with your Darius, and he's all high and mighty about being traditional." His head continues to shake at her.
Aphrodite didn't think it was that obvious and she knew for sure she's losing control.
She quietly gulped without revealing the obvious, "F-f-oh, bullshit! You-you two win! But don't go crying to me who broke up with who!" She stomped at least once to stand her ground.
Erik stared in awe at Damien. He'd only seen him angry once or twice, but even then, he had never been that angry. Damien avoided harsh words like the plague. Everything he said was sweet except for a bit of sarcasm every now and then. This was a side of Damien that Erik had never seen. A very attractive side he had to admit. Within seconds, all of Aphrodite's bravado had disappeared and the playing field had been leveled. The more Damien spoke, the more childish she became.
"You can go now," Erik said after she'd finished talking, "We have making out to do and I'm not sure if you'll be up to it."
Aphrodite's face reddened for a moment, then she turned and started out the door, "This isn't the last conversation we're having about this," she said quickly.
Before either of the two boys could reply, she was gone. Damien was furiously red when she still in the room, but he was finally glad that she was gone. He eased up at his emotion and felt much tiresome.
He brushed back his hair, "I'm going to take a shower." He commented and decided to get clean up, but he didn't head over yet to their bathroom.
Damien glanced up at Erik with a soft smile, but still tired looking more than ever. A good day of sleep was ever he needed.
"Alright," Erik replied calmly even though he wished he wouldn't go.
As if hearing his thoughts, Damien didn't move and instead turned back to Erik with a smile. He looked away for a moment before returning Damien's smile with one of his own. Where had they been before Aphrodite interrupted? Eric leaned over and took Damien's face in his hands. He ran his tongue over his lips, contemplating for only a second before he moved in for another kiss. This one lasted much longer, and Erik wanted it to go deeper this time, but was afraid to initiate it himself. Just this was amazing for him. After he'd had enough, he removed his hands and allowed Damien to go.
Damien didn't see this coming. He never thought he'd have to wait for their second kiss and it felt amazing. That kiss felt perfect and nothing could replace it. His warm hands was gone and his cheeks turned red all over. Damien stared right up at Erik and his blue eyes. He would remember how often Zoey would say how amazing those eyes were and he definitely agreed. He remember all the good things they have talked about him...before Zoey started to treat him like a douche bag, but he never wanted to see it that way. He was happy enough to have a roommate that kisses him.
He didn't want to stop kissing and thought about something else, "...Is there something you wanted to say or do you really want to join in the shower or something?"
He wasn't too sure what else to say to Erik, but that's all he had left inside since the kiss was something else. No, it was unique. His smile started to grew after feeling that kiss and wasn't too sure for his possible boyfriend. Or are they already? Erik cheeks flushed at Damien's next suggestion. He knew he was probably just kidding but the thought of it still drove him crazy. Imagining Damien and him, together like that...Yeah, he'd be better off not thinking about that in public.
"You're getting a little ahead of yourself aren't you?" he replied as more of a diversion than anything else.
Honestly, he would've taken him up on that offer if not for the sake of appearing in control. The truth was that Damien was driving Erik wild. This was the most romance he'd had in months. If he'd been a girl instead of a guy, they would've been way farther along by that point.
"Go," he ordered with a playful push, "You smell, when's the last time you used soap?"
Damien chuckled and playfully poked Erik's stomach a few time, "You just look like you got a miserable look on you or something is bothering you. Can't I tease a shower joke too?" He shrugged and he sniffed himself and now realize, "Ugh...damn, I must have forgot yesterday. Hm, alright."
Damien waved gently and headed over to the shower room they have. He was so happy to have Erik and he wasn't going to hold back on the flirting or the touching or anything outside of the line, but what would their relationship be? Friends with benefits? It might satisfied him a little, but he's interested in a real relationship like any straight couples do.
Erik smiled long after Damien had left. Even though he was no longer in the room, he was the only thing Erik could think about. This relationship, whatever kind of relationship it was, was the best thing to have happened to Erik in a long time. He'd been waiting for something like this, although perhaps from a different source. He wondered what Zoey would think of him kissing one of her best friends, he imagined she wouldn't be happy. Zoey had forgiven him for being a jerk earlier on, but that didn't mean she trusted him to ever be with one of her friends. And Zoey wasn't the kind of a girl you made angry. With the elemental powers Nyx had given her, she could be as dangerous as Neferet is she wanted to and they all knew much too well what Neferet was capable of.
Damien didn't take long or too short, but enough to not waste his time in the shower. He even made sure he washed his body too and got out as soon as he rinsed off the soap and shampoo. The shower was refreshing and he dried up. He just wanted to see Erik, that's all he could ever think of, and wondered what may happen now. He wasn't too sure what he did with Aphrodite was a good thing or not. Not many people liked to be defend for or protected by. Was Erik fine by that? Was the kiss just a thank you to make it right? Or Erik just being himself? Damien hated to get aggressive, but he never liked Aphrodite's attitude very much. There were times he could just snap her neck and drop her dead. Instead, he had to stand by his moralities and stick with it. Once he was finished, he joined up into his pajamas and headed out of the bathroom to be ready for bed.
"Hey...um...I'm cleaned up now." He chuckled nervously or embarrassingly.
As soon as Damien got back, Erik left. He wanted to spend as much time as he possibly could with Damien so he made it quick. Once he was done, he rushed back to the room where Damien was waiting on his bed. God, how had he not noticed him before. All he was doing was doing was lying there with a book in hand, nothing special. But everything about him was suddenly beautiful to Erik. From the way he turned the pages and laughed quietly to himself to his big brown eyes and thick, dark hair. How he glanced up at him through his eyelashes and the way his face lit up every time he saw him. Erik swallowed. He didn't enjoy his attraction to Damien, it made him uncomfortable. But that didn't stop him from walking over to his bed and sitting down.
"Hey," he greeted for lack of anything better to say.
Damien was just happy to see Erik and that he was joining up closer. It made his heart beat faster than he could ever imagine. He smiled up wider, there's no way he could show it, and placed his book on the lamp desk was.
"Hey...so, what happens now?" He chuckled nervously.
Honestly, he wasn't too sure about their current relationship at all and everything has really changed around a lot. Erik scooted closer to Damien and swung his legs up onto the bed.
"What happens now..." he repeated, "I don't know. I have no idea. This is going to be hard, you know that right?" Erik sighed. "I don't want you to end up disappointed or anything...if I ever-"
Damien immediately placed his hand onto Erik's mouth and shook his head. He knew well enough himself due to life experience.
"Hey, you're new and I get it. Trust me, I didn't realize I was gay until a year before I changed. I had gay friends telling me the same thing, just do the same thing as any straight people do in any relationship, and you'll do fine. That kiss right there, was enough to tell me how you feel." He smiled and let his hand down from Erik's mouth. "That's why I said I can wait. If it means experimenting or just taking time or giving it a try. I just can't believe my first vamprye crush has kissed me!" He chuckled joyfully.
He never thought of the possibilities, but he was happy. His dream has already came true, but not exactly the way he wanted it to be. Erik took Damien's advice to heart. It calmed his nerves and enabled him to smile again. Damien had survived-he had survived a lot, and if he could do it, so could Erik.
"I do trust you," he replied honestly.
If he couldn't trust Damien, he didn't know what he would do. This was an entirely new world for Erik, he hadn't ever experienced anything like it. And Damien was so far ahead of him-he knew so much more. Erik was frightened, but he trusted Erik. He trusted his "partner", or fellow fwb, or lover, or...or boyfriend. Maybe just a friend. Whatever he was, Erik trusted him. It had been a long day, almost as the day of the funeral had been. But unlike that day, this one was feel with joy and happiness. It was filled with discovery. Erik covered his mouth as a yawn rose up in the back of his throat.
"We should go to sleep," he said but did not move. They'd spent most of the day together, but Erik still wasn't ready to leave. "Hey, um, would it be awkward if we sort of..." he paused for a moment, then blurted out the rest of his sentence in the lamest way possible, "repeated the same sleeping arrangements as yesterday?"
He turned his gaze downward as soon as he was done speaking. It was enough to hear rejection, he didn't want to see it too. Damien thought that was an adorable idea. He decided to crawl up to Erik and rest his head on his chest.
He glanced up at the lovely blue eyes, "Does that answer your question? Because if not, you're going to yours." He giggled.
Of course, he likes to be difficult to other people with his extended vocabularies, but everyone gotten used to his wording. However, with Erik, he didn't want to be complicated anymore. He doesn't have to worry about the flirting or awkwardness anymore. He knew Erik was new to this, but he figured he can wait.
"Yeah, that definitely answers it." Erik held him for a moment before separating himself and heading back to the top of the bed so that he could get under the sheets.
It was a small twins-sized bed and there would be no comfortable way to sleep except squished together, but Erik couldn't say he minded. He yanked back the sheets and patted the place beside him, welcoming Damien to take his place beside him.
"Coming?"
Damien watched Erik formed up a better plan and he smiled anyway.
So he joined up with him and nodded, "Certainly." He couldn't wait to snuggle up for the day with Erik. They were comforting each other in bed without having to worry about anyone coming in...hopefully they won't. "You know what?" He thought of something.
"What?" Erik asked as Damien nestled himself into Erik's arm. He drew the smaller boy closer, first tightening his hold and then releasing. He wanted him as close as he could possibly be, always. Damien comforted himself pretty well with Erik and smiled for a moment.
He thought back what he was going to say and then realize. "No offense, but Zoey was such a bitch about you. You're nothing like a jerk ass or a douche bag. Honestly, you're perfectly fine." He shrugged, but he was happy to have his Erik. He met up at his eyes, "You are handsome, you know?"
Erik found himself laughing. "Thank you very much Damien," he chuckled. "I'm glad to know I'm not a douche. And I'm also glad to know you think I'm handsome." He turned to him, his voice suddenly lowered to a whisper. "And you really are beautiful Damien. Or handsome, or pretty, whatever it is you prefer. But you being you is better than anybody else. I...I like, I like you a lot." With that he planted one last kiss on his forehead then turned off the lamp and prepared to go to sleep. "Good night," he called out into the darkness.
Damien blushed so much, he was glad to see Erik was happy in a sense, and revealed more color as he was given a forehead kiss. He heard all of the flirting compliments and he loved them all and he whispered along.
"I like beautiful better...I feel special that way." He hummed along softly and prepared to sleep for his body's need of time. "Good night, my Night."
The first sweetheart nickname has given a start. All he cared was being with him now...whether Jack was no longer alive or Neferet was the murderer or how ugly things has turned out. He couldn't believe he finally gets to love Erik Night. This time, he's able to sleep without a nightmare due to a protector he's snuggling up with. He didn't believe he could ask anyone better than Erik.
