I noticed a tweet from Geekchic12ff today to take part in a weekly flash fic contest. The moment I saw the second prompt, I knew exactly what I wanted to write. You can see the GIF at my Tumblr (same username, post#61075554510). The weekly contest can be found at fanficflashfic dot blogspot dot com.

If I thought of this as Twi-fic, I would write this as Brady/Colin slash.


Grosse Ile

Terrified. That's the only word to describe this feeling. It's dark in the back of the auditorium, and I'm standing next to the boy I've been dying to kiss for three months, wishing I had the guts to reach out and just grab his hand. It's become this crazy need, this weight in my chest that never leaves. Whenever we spend time together, I want to touch him, feel him, maybe even someday kiss him. I want him to be mine, and I want to be his. I know he's scared of what people will say, but being with him would be worth any hatred ignorant people would throw our way.

Being with him is worth everything.

My need to feel his skin finally pushes the fear back. I'm going to do it…I have to. I slowly move my hand toward his, our index fingers brushing. It's barely a glance, but I see the way his body tenses, hear how his breath catches.

When he doesn't pull back, I shift closer. He hesitates, that second seeming more like an hour in my mind, but then he responds, opening his hand to mine, our fingers finally weaving together.

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Grosse Ile is an island in the Detroit River near where I grew up in Michigan. I rode ponies on the island as a child and got felt up by a guy named Bob when I was quite a bit older. Good times.