The two stumbled into the clearing, sat (or rather fell) next to the water.
One slowly unwrapped a stiff, rusty looking bandage from his hand and
thrust the extremity into the sluggish water. He watched as the cool, clear
water was stained red, as it flaked and peeled dried blood off his skin and
pulled little rocks and dirt from the wound.
The other boy, curly dark hair concealed underneath a wool hat, had knelt down next to injured boy, careful not to touch him. "How are you doing?" he asked, motioning to the hand.
"Weak. I want to sleep."
"You can't. What if you don't wake up?" The boy shrugged and removed his hand from the water as the other boy took fresh gauze to it, always careful not to the other's skin, or even to come close. "That's it!" the other yelled, eyes closed tight, and Jaime flinched back.
Confused, Jaime wondered, What's it? What had he done? "I can't- I can't take it anymore. This walking on eggshells! We can't talk, we're freaked out to go within 3 feet of each other unless we absolutely have to which is gonna be a problem when I collapse and need you to drag me. This is stupid. And don't you dare apologize." Jaime bit down on his sorry. "There's got to be some other way." Jaime rolled off his knees and in to a sitting position, folded his arms around his knees.
"I don't know." he sighed, totally at loss for anything. He hadn't been taking his meds while faltering his way through the woods with Rowan so that wasn't exactly helping the thinking process.
"I don't care you're gay. It's more the crush thing that has me reeling." Jaime looked at the water dejectedly. When they got back to Horizon, Rowan was probably going to run away like Ricky did. "What if. What if one kiss?" Jaime looked at him, now seriously confused as apposed to being depressed and confused earlier. "I give you one kiss and then we forget. About your crush. K?"
Jaime nodded, knowing it was going to be the best he was offered. Slowly the two leaned closer, unsure what to do, neither going by on a lot of experience; people didn't pay for kisses. Their faces and chins seemed to flow to positions that seemed natural. Their lips tilted and magnetized, pressed. Peeling lips and savaged lips touched; they entered each other's orbit. They kissed. Like a fairytale. Then they broke apart.
Neither looked at the other and both looked into the distance. Finally Rowan stood. "C'mon," he said, "Horizon's a few miles away- we should be there soon." Jaime took his offered hand and stood. They two walked side by side with a universe of thoughts and what ifs between them.
A/N Quickie question- I'm thinking of making this slightly more graphic Key term is SLIGHT. But I'm throwing this out for you guys. If more than one of you object then I'll chase that rabbit at a later date. If you guys are ok with it then I might peruse that option. The only problem would be that I might have to hang the rating so (I'll warm you before hand) be aware.
Oh, and you should all go poke Emer until she updates either her Ballykissangel story of her Higher Ground ficcy. Poke! Poke!
The other boy, curly dark hair concealed underneath a wool hat, had knelt down next to injured boy, careful not to touch him. "How are you doing?" he asked, motioning to the hand.
"Weak. I want to sleep."
"You can't. What if you don't wake up?" The boy shrugged and removed his hand from the water as the other boy took fresh gauze to it, always careful not to the other's skin, or even to come close. "That's it!" the other yelled, eyes closed tight, and Jaime flinched back.
Confused, Jaime wondered, What's it? What had he done? "I can't- I can't take it anymore. This walking on eggshells! We can't talk, we're freaked out to go within 3 feet of each other unless we absolutely have to which is gonna be a problem when I collapse and need you to drag me. This is stupid. And don't you dare apologize." Jaime bit down on his sorry. "There's got to be some other way." Jaime rolled off his knees and in to a sitting position, folded his arms around his knees.
"I don't know." he sighed, totally at loss for anything. He hadn't been taking his meds while faltering his way through the woods with Rowan so that wasn't exactly helping the thinking process.
"I don't care you're gay. It's more the crush thing that has me reeling." Jaime looked at the water dejectedly. When they got back to Horizon, Rowan was probably going to run away like Ricky did. "What if. What if one kiss?" Jaime looked at him, now seriously confused as apposed to being depressed and confused earlier. "I give you one kiss and then we forget. About your crush. K?"
Jaime nodded, knowing it was going to be the best he was offered. Slowly the two leaned closer, unsure what to do, neither going by on a lot of experience; people didn't pay for kisses. Their faces and chins seemed to flow to positions that seemed natural. Their lips tilted and magnetized, pressed. Peeling lips and savaged lips touched; they entered each other's orbit. They kissed. Like a fairytale. Then they broke apart.
Neither looked at the other and both looked into the distance. Finally Rowan stood. "C'mon," he said, "Horizon's a few miles away- we should be there soon." Jaime took his offered hand and stood. They two walked side by side with a universe of thoughts and what ifs between them.
A/N Quickie question- I'm thinking of making this slightly more graphic Key term is SLIGHT. But I'm throwing this out for you guys. If more than one of you object then I'll chase that rabbit at a later date. If you guys are ok with it then I might peruse that option. The only problem would be that I might have to hang the rating so (I'll warm you before hand) be aware.
Oh, and you should all go poke Emer until she updates either her Ballykissangel story of her Higher Ground ficcy. Poke! Poke!