AN: Here's an update from out of nowhere. More trash.
I hope you like it.
Honest Eyes
"Good morning."
He hadn't expected the other's eyes to be open when he turned his head. He hadn't been prepared to face that smirk or feel the careful press of a bare hand on his chest.
He hadn't signed up for this.
"Yeah."
He was on his feet and facing away from him before their eyes could meet. While staring at the wall, he searched the bedside table for his gloves... where were they, damn it? He remembered taking them off before his head hit the pillow, so they had to be somewhere close by. Maybe they had fallen...
"Looking for these?"
He didn't have to shift his gaze this time, for the telltale scent of grass mixed with cinnamon was unique to the one who had shared his bed. He tentatively offered his left hand to take what he had been given, inwardly shivering at the flicker of warmth that skirted across his palm.
Never again.
"Oh, come on, Shadow." His rival (?) laughed beside him. "Is it gonna kill ya to look at me for at least a second?"
"Don't start with me, Sonic," he practically snarled in reply. Because too many lonely nights had been wasted away here in stubborn silence, and all of a sudden Sonic had come along and demanded that he alter the picture for his sake.
He hadn't been ready, he wasn't ready, would he ever be ready?
It was up to him in the end, wasn't it?
He heard Sonic's frustrated sigh, but the absence of his touch perplexed him.
"Y'know, I knew you were gonna be like this. I knew."
"Then why are you complaining about it?"
He was trembling before he discovered the reason why—Sonic's bare fingers were dancing over his shoulder and across his back, weaving between his quills without slowing.
"I wasn't complaining." The hot whisper at the back of his head simultaneously attracted and repelled him; it was Sonic, after all.
"Just teasin' ya a little."
Sonic's wandering hand slid down just as he leaned into him, allowing his arm to firmly wrap around his waist. He kept his eyes glued to the wall in front of him, fighting his insistently beating heart. Regardless of his unmatched ability to deceive others, he couldn't remove himself from the equation. He couldn't create an illusion at this distance, nor could he make a miracle out of dust; not like this.
"Go on," he muttered to the space where the wall met the floor. "Go. You don't need to be here."
"What if I wanna be?"
"Last time I checked, this was my apartment."
Though Sonic's arm tensed, he did not move away.
Behind tightly sealed lips, Shadow clenched his teeth.
"Are you tellin' me to get out, then?"
He couldn't; not like this.
"What do you think?"
Now he'd done it. He was finished. He closed his eyes and didn't flinch when Sonic's foot ran up the back of his leg. Now that it was over, he didn't have to worry about keeping himself safe.
Heat washed over his mouth. This was it—his last stand.
He opened his eyes.
"See you tonight."