Gin, Kisses, And Cigarettes
Kicking the door open Shawn walked back outside and picked up one of the chairs he'd found behind a closed café that he had to make two trips back for. Anthony was currently dragging a table after Shawn. It was like their hobby to furnish the house. Ever since Shaw had discovered they weren't the only ones to frequent the house they started bringing more furniture in and started stocking the place with cigarette packs everywhere in case the dumbass who'd finished them off that one time didn't replace it. It was only common courtesy damnit! For a moment the two of them paused, a sound like wood falling resounded, the place really was falling apart, then they went back to the task at hand. It took them a total of twelve minutes to get the furniture upstairs and once they'd managed that, they sat down to relax.
"I have to say, I'm pretty proud of our handy work," Shawn smiled approvingly at the dingy room.
"You're proud of anything that doesn't require real thought process," said Anthony frowning at the almost empty bottle of Gin.
"Ingrates," muttered Shawn taking the bottle from Anthony and finishing off the contents.
"I'm not sharing the Jack Daniels now," said Anthony pulling out a deck of cards.
"You suck," Shawn rolled the bottle across the room to where, strangely, the rest of the bottles had somehow congregated.
"We already established that, last night, actually," Anthony smirked at the expression on the other boys face.
"I never would have thought you'd be making jokes about that," Shawn smiled wildly.
"What?"
"Screw the card game, lets go for a run in the bedroom," Shawn stood.
Anthony yanked him back down on the couch, "My God, we just started doing stuff three days ago, relax. I'm not going anywhere."
"Deal already."
"Yeah yeah."
They played for over an hour before giving up on conventional games and started playing anything they knew, which ended in a sad game of Fifty-two Card Pickup. Needless to say Anthony was livid, first off proclaiming it wasn't a real game, secondly claiming it was impossible to actually pick up all fifty-two cards in just one simple swoop. And the two of them argued like they always did when card games were involved. After they had finished picking up the cards Anthony stared at them trying to flip them all properly in the upright position.
"I got an idea, if I can pick up all fifty-two cards you have to do whatever I say," Shawn smiled lewdly at Anthony.
"If you actually pick up all fifty-two cards, I'll do more then just whatever you want," said Anthony clearly not believing he could accomplish it.
"Sweet, you are so going to be my sex slave for the next week," Shawn made a show of popping his knuckles, wrist, and neck.
Anthony grimaced and readied the deck, "You wish."
"Toss the cards already so I can get onto the good parts," he smiled lewdly again.
"Stop that, you look like you belong in porn," Anthony put pressure on the ends of the card deck and they flew to the ground in a flutter.
"Hey, a calling's a calling," Shawn watched as the cards lay to rest on the ground.
"Well, you picking them up?"
"I'm thinking, don't rush a guy, we'll be rolling around the hay soon enough," he studied the cards for a few more seconds and did what Anthony had assumed was the undo-able, Shawn's fingers spread out an arm looping out at an odd angle, never dropping a card.
Anthony stared wide-eyed as Shawn almost eloquently slid all the cards into his hand and presented them to him, they weren't a neat stack, but they were all there, "The fuck."
"Now if my hands are talented enough to do something like that, imagine the kind of other stuff they can do," Shawn smiled, but in a non-sexual manner this time.
"Do it again!"
"I'm lucky enough I did it this time, I'm usually only able to do it like one in five tries," he grabbed Anthony's hand, cards falling to the floor.
"Claiming your prize already I see," Anthony smiled nonetheless.
"Best prize ever," Shawn pulled him close and pressed his lips to Anthony's.
They liked the world best this way, holed up together till the odd ends of the night. It wasn't like their parents realized they were even gone or cared for that matter. But they had each other. It had been a scary realization, now Shawn wasn't about to admit he kept a journal or diary of any sort. Just a series of scrap paper with crap written on it about how the day had gone, just so happened that Anthony had stumbled along the pile of paper and incidentally read about the particularly dirty dream he'd had months ago. Needless to say Anthony had freaked out and avoided him for a couple of weeks before apologizing. How they even came to be a couple was a complete wreck of a story the both of them would rather keep to themselves till the day they died.
Shawn tugged up Anthony's shirt and tossed it aside and smiled as he pulled the other boy close to him so that he could suck at his exposed neck. Anthony hissed out a strange sound and Shawn tried his best not to laugh as he moved his way down to his boyfriends collar bone. Shawn didn't really expect to really go all the way, Anthony was right, they'd only just done it a couple of days ago and he didn't want to rush or pressure Anthony. The boy was still just getting use to the idea of being in love with his best friend for crying out loud. Just because they'd been friends for years didn't really give him the go ahead to jump in the bed every day.
"Shawn?" Anthony whispered into the crook of Shawn's neck.
"Yeah?" whispered Shawn raising his lips to his ears so that he could hear him.
"You love me, right?" his voice seemed to somehow get lower.
"More then you could ever know Anthony," Shawn pulled him closer and simply wrapped his arms around him.
"I'm glad, you know, that I can hear that, from someone, more importantly you," his voice was still low.
"There's no other person in the world I'd rather hear those words from either," Shawn pressed his lips to Anthony's for a long time after that.
It was one thing, to know that your parents didn't truly care about you. Distant fake affection in front of people to prove a point was meaningless and Shawn's parents were avid doers of that. Anthony's were no better, it was almost like they avoided him. The one time he'd been to Anthony's house it was like his parents tried to pretend he didn't exist, but the second the school would call about something negative his parents would be up in arms. Anthony had known years ago that his parents didn't even want him, but they'd had him, his mother had always been a bit of an attention whore. She loved the fact that people would do anything for her while she was pregnant and Anthony's father had received monetary gifts from all his relatives because he was the first to have a kid. Anthony honestly didn't remember a day of receiving affection, fake or otherwise, Shawn, could barely remember honest love from his family, it had always been a flickering light waiting to die. It went out too early for him to notice if it was truly real.
"I know we're young, and that it's foolish of me, to hope that we'll be together till the day we die, but I want it to be true."
Shawn frowned.
"I don't care if it's a lie, I just want to hear it, that you'll never leave me, I want you to love me for a long time," Anthony wasn't even looking at him anymore.
Anthony was terrified of being alone, Shawn had known this, always had. Anthony hated being this open, with anyone, it was hard for him. His parents had long since deterred him from being overly emotional with anyone, things best left kept to yourself. He'd learned to mask everything with sarcasm and jokes, best way to make people think you were normal. Shawn knew exactly how he felt, was mostly the same way, but with Anthony, he could be him.
"I could never lie to you Anthony," Shawn smiled warmly at him.
"..." Anthony lifted his face and stared at Shawn, his expression unreadable.
"I'm going to love you for the rest of my life, come Hell or high water, the rest of my Goddamn life and then some," he planed on keeping to that.
Anthony smirked, "I plan on keeping you to that, no matter how creepy stalkerish that might sound."
"Creep away midget love of my life," Shawn smiled widely.
"Cocky smile for someone who's the same height," Anthony arched an eyebrow.
"Speaking of cock-" Anthony cut him off.
"Stop smiling like that!"
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A/N: I hadn't meant for them to get particularly moody like that, but it's them, what can I say. Next up, Blink and Mush!