Cameron snuggled into the radiating heat by his left side, smiling even in his semi-conscious state. He heard a slight huff, escape from the warmth. He peeled his eyes open, trying to work out where the hell the noise came from. He felt a searing heat, wrapping around his waist. He stared down to find Damian's arm wrapped loosely around them and when Cameron directed his gaze upwards, he saw Damian's peaceful face.
Pulling himself up, he placed a slow kiss on the side of Damian's smiling face. He then dragged himself away from the amazing heat and plopped at the desk. He picked up his previously discarded pencil, slowly attacking his large pile of homework. Eventually, the pile dwindled.
"What do I have to do to make you sleep?" Damian chuckled from the bed. Cameron smirked slightly, but refused to dignify his question with an answer. He plopped the pencil in his mouth, chewing at the metal end.
"Cameron" Damian sighed, "It's Saturday"
"I know that genius" Cameron chuckled, keeping his back to the complaining boy. He heard the distinct noise of springs being released and Damian's feet shuffling along the carpet.
"Can't you spend one day relaxing?" Damian muttered, sitting on a clean corner of the desk. Cameron just noticed this from the corner of his eye, unable to actually look at Damian.
The memory scorched his brain like it happened only this morning, which it did. The feeling of Damian's lips pressed against his, buzzed through his nervous system and the presence of Damian was distracting him from the much-needed homework. He dropped the pencil from his mouth and folded the textbook over, swinging the chair around to face Damian.
"Considering you're distracting me" Cameron joked, "May as well have a break"
"Thank you" Damian grinned, slipping from the chair into the taller boys lap. Cameron smirked; every single weight that had ever held him down was being elevated. He felt lighter than he had in years, just because of Damian.
"Why" Cameron chuckled, "Hello there"
"Hey" Damian smiled again, pressing a quick kiss against Cameron's lips.
"Breakfast" Cameron's head snapped up, making Damian chortle with minor frustration. He heaved himself away from the obviously starving boy, heading over to the door.
"Hey Damian" Cameron whispered, making the shorter boy stop and turned. Cameron walked forwards, much more awkwardly than usual. He titled Damian's downturned chin upwards, pressing a shaky kiss against them.
"Good morning" He breathed, and then exited the room. Damian blinked sharply, staring at the room and then catching a glimpse of the retreating figure.
"Cameron Mitchell, Ladies and Gentlemen" Damian grinned, following the lanky boy down to the kitchen.
Mrs. McGinty watched the two boys with an over analytical eye, as she dumped the pancakes in front of them. Cameron was gulping the food down, even though they were blisteringly hot. Damian kept throwing small glances at the other boy, making Mrs. McGinty squint at them.
Of course she knew about their feelings towards each other, but there was something visibly different about the informal couple. She sat down opposite them, holding her warm tea in between her icy hands. She curled her long fingers around the glass, breathing in the intoxicating smell.
"So boys" She smiled conversationally, "What are you doing today?"
Both boys jumped and glanced over at her, guilt mirroring on their faces. She tried not to chuckle or glare at them accusingly, for there was something different about her son and she just couldn't put her finger on it.
"Homework" Cameron sighed, pushing the remaining crumbs around his plate.
"Cameron?" Mrs. McGinty asked before her son could offer his own response, "Are you going to talk to the police?"
Cameron froze; the weights he had just felt disappear fell back on him. A crippling blow almost, punching my right in the stomach.
"The police will most likely want to talk to me on Monday" Cameron admitted, shifting awkwardly in his sear.
"Ah" Mrs. McGinty sighed, watching as Damian's arm twitched unusually.
"Feeling alright love?" She asked Damian brightly, not realizing that Damian had slipped his hand into Cameron's shaking one.
"Yep" Damian squeaked, "Perfectly fine"
"I don't want to press charges," Cameron admitted, making both Mrs. McGinty's and Damian's eyes flash slightly towards him. Damain's hand unwillingly clasped tighter, his gaze frantic and perplexed.
"But love-" Mrs. McGinty gulped.
"No" Cameron sighed, "No way"
She pursed her lips and took another sip if her tea, keeping her eye on her son. He was gapping at Cameron in horror, fear rushing out of his blue eyes. She let out a little laugh, making Damian's eyes snap towards her. They had no fear though, just a careful look of nothingness.
"Mum" Damian sighed, "Change his mind"
"He cares nothing for my opinion, love" She chuckled.
"It's not-" Cameron began, but Mrs. McGinty cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"I know," She laughed loudly, "But I think you'd care for Damian's opinion more than mine"
"Mum" Damian hissed, blushing fiercely at his very blunt mother. She tossed a wink at the two boys, who by now were both blushing profusely and squirming in their seats.
"Have a good day boys" She smiled, exiting the room with her tea. Cameron stared ahead of him, trying to remember how to blink. Damian was studying his kitchen table with great interest, tracing all the patterns with his eyes.
"Well" Damian coughed, "That was interesting"
Cameron nodded, a small noise bursting from the back of his throat. Damian grinned and threw Cameron a calculated glance.
"You alright?" He asked, tugging on the thin boys hand. The noise came from the back of Cameron's throat again; the boy was still trying to remember how to blink.
"She's alright with it" Damian informed Cameron, trying for a reassuring smile.
"But-" Cameron exclaimed, finally blinking. It was almost painful; his eyes were dry from utter shock.
"Not buts" Damian smiled, "She's alright with us"
"Us" Cameron repeated, the words coming out in an excited stutter. Damian rolled his eyes slightly, but was interrupted by a large yawn rippling across his tired frame. He frowned at the crumbs on his plate, wondering why he was still so hungry.
"You look tired" Cameron teased.
"Not my fault someone woke me up" Damian laughed, shooting a mock glare. Cameron looked ready to argue and apologies, but before he could Damian's smile broke out into a fully-fledged grin.
Cameron threw his history textbook halfway across the room, flinching as it connected with the wall. He was glad Damian had decided to take a nap downstairs, or else he would have woken his best friend up. He glared down at the pages of notes he had just caught up on, already wanting to burn them and then cry.
"Are you okay?" Mrs. McGinty asked, pushing the door open slightly.
"Yeah" Cameron sniffed, "I hate school"
"No sick days for you then" She smiled fondly and walked over to him, peering over his shoulder.
"Ah history" She laughed, "Damian's a tad gifted with that subject, maybe he could help?"
"I" Cameron frowned, "Don't want to bother him any more"
"Oh sweetheart" She kissed his cheek lightly, "You're no bother to him or us"
Cameron paused, smiling at Mrs. McGinty. She was so utterly maternal and comfortable to talk to, she just cared.
"He cares about you" She stared matter-of-factly. Cameron tapped his fingers nervously, as the woman beamed at him.
"I care about him too," Cameron told her honestly, even though his voice wavered and nearly broke.
"I know you do" She pressed a hand to his face, "Don't hurt my boy Cameron, he's tearing himself up over this situation already. I'm afraid he's severely taken by you, m'boy"
"I know he feels guilty" Cameron whispered, "He doesn't need to! He helped me, more than anyone else"
"He feels that way because he cares" She sighed, "Just like his dad, that boy"
It should have been awkward, talking about Damian with the former boys mother but it simply wasn't. It felt as if he was talking to his own mother, but she was accepting and warm.
"Thank you" Cameron smiled, finally meeting the woman's eyes.
"Nothing to thank me for" She laughed, "But ask Damian about this"
She tapped his work and threw him a wink, before scurrying out of the room and closing the door gently. Cameron placed his head in his hands, but decided to follow Mrs. McGinty's advice. He pushed away from the desk and retrieved the slightly battered textbook, padding down the stairs. Damian slept soundlessly on the couch, his light snores drifting through the house.
Cameron crept towards the couch and shook Damian's shoulder slightly, making the boy groan. He opened his blue eyes, not flinching at how close Cameron was to his face. He leant up slightly and pecked the boy on his lips, then flopped back down on the couch.
"What's up?" Damian asked, craning his neck up to see Cameron's expression.
"Help?" Cameron sighed, holding up the textbook. Damian sat up and patted the seat beside him, which Cameron graciously fell into. He opened up to the page he was having most trouble with, it just didn't make sense to him. They bent over the page, as Damian studied it quickly, not wanting to confused Cameron further.
He spent five minutes explaining it to a genuinely baffled Cameron, until the doorbell rang. Damian looked at it, then back at the book.
"Go" Cameron, laughed, "Let me process that information"
Damian flashed him a bright smile, partially blinding the puzzled boy before heaving himself off the low couch and answering the door.
He stared at the woman who stood there, he chin held high and her mouth in a tight line. She had her hair pushed away from her face and if Damian looked carefully enough, he would see the glint of a gold cross hang from her neck.
"Mrs. Mitchell" He smiled pleasantly, "What can I do for you?"
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