Chapter: 025/030
Word Count: 405
Pairings: BLU Sniper/BLU Scout
Characters: Richard "Richie" Harris, Weylon Jones, Luka Bissette
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Fluff, Denial
Chapter Summary: 025. "When in doubt, read the book."; Richie finds himself going to the strangest place for advice.
AN: Alright, hopefully I can get this one up before I need a nap. I'll probably stop here for tonight and just let these chapters stew while I sleep. Either way, I'm pretty happy with these so far, really liking how it's all coming out. Addressing the people who keep telling me how short these are, well, they're meant to be. Again, these are drabbles, which, my understanding of them, are to be five hundred words or less. Now, some of these have gone over (cough23cough), but I'm not really going to adjust it. At this point, these are just some little cute things to keep me active. I might pick up another group of 30 prompts for these two, mainly because of how fun they are to write. I don't feel like I'm stressed to write them, they flow fairly easily for me. Anyway, that's enough of me blabbering. xD Let's get on to the story.
Chapter Twenty-Five: Three Simple Words ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
There were times when Richie elt he and Weylon were incompatible. Especially when the Scout called him 'old' whenever they fought. It was with these thoughts heavy on his mind that he found himself at Luka's smoking room door, knocking hesitantly.
"Yes? What is it?" The Spy called from his chair, smoke curling from his parted lips.
"Uh… It's me. I need some, um, some advice." Scratching at his scruffy chin, he considered bolting before the other reached the door, but it was too late. It creaked open to reveal a surprised spy just staring at him, pale brown eyes wide in shock.
"You need my advice." It was more a statement than a question, "About what?"
"Uh… Weylon and I." Sheepishly glancing away, Richie yelped when he was grabbed by the arm and yanked inside the warm room, the door clicking shut behind him.
"Have you told him?" The Spy questioned,, walking to his chair and settling in with an indifferent expression.
"T-told him?" Told him what?" His nervous laugh gave the Sniper's real intentions away. Maybe he hadn't even admitted it to himself.
"That you love him." Brown eyes narrowed and he took a deep pull from his cigarette, as though that might stem the potential headache this would cause.
Stammering and shifting from foot to foot for a moment, the Sniper felt his cheeks grow hot and a little itchy, all the way up to his ears.
"No, I haven't."
"But you do. You need to tell him. It should straighten things out." Lifting his glass of liquid amber to his lips, he sipped almost daintily before smiling, "Lay all your cards on the table, and he should be able to let you know what needs to be done, next."
These words seemed to stun Richie, because between one blink and the next, he stood before the scout's door. This would be interesting, to say the least, enlightening maybe and painful probably. Knocking, he waited impatiently for the sleepy voice of the apparently napping Weylon to answer him.
"Yeah?" Voice husky and gruff from sleep, Weylon raised his head slightly.
"Roo, I…" Pressing his forehead to the door, Richie sighed, "I love you."
"Love you, too." Came the almost too-soft reply before the teen was snoring again.
Wow. He hadn't expected that at all. Now, just to hear it when the nineteen year old was conscious.
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