Um, well, you know how I said I was going to write some really wonderfully long and extravagant Halloween fic again? Yeah- that's probs not going to happen now because my brother broke my computer screen last week and I just got it fixed like yesterday.
So, what I might do is maybe a little bitty three/four shot for Halloween, and then do that longer fic for Christmas. I guess we'll just have to wait and see? Yeah, so here's this little filler and then I'll start posting that little Halloween fic soon.
Hope you enjoy :D Title is from State Of Grace by Taylor Swift!
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Ethan's setting up the movie, parked in the living room overflowing with blankets and warmth, when the first crack of lightning hits. It's so loud and enormous that it shakes the house, and he looks up with wide eyes.
He reaches for his phone and hits the speed dial number two without even thinking in between breaths.
On the third ring, the other person picks up and Ethan's wide-eyed even though they can't see him.
"Benny?"
"Are you kidding me?" Benny yells back- he has to to be heard over the roaring wind. Ethan can hear the storm picking up wherever Benny is out in town, clunking against cars and windows and the sidewalk. "The only day I'm walking to your house from work-"
Ethan cuts him off. "Where are you? Almost here?"
Benny snorts, and then swears when the wind pushes a large cloud of rain right into his face. "I wish. I literally just walked down the street from the shop." He tells Ethan, referring to Wilson's Books, where he works during the week and on odd weekend days.
Heart sinking, Ethan leans back against his fireplace. "So you're not going to be here for another fifteen minutes?"
"Looks like it," Benny replies, but then changes his mind. "Actually, I don't know what it looks like, because there's so much rain out here I can't see my own damn feet."
Ethan feels a little guilty about being glad he's inside. "Just be safe, Ben. Get here when you can. The movie's not going anywhere."
"That's good, because I'd hate to miss it due to this obscene weather."
Ethan smiles softly, and tells him he'll see him soon.
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Nearly twenty minutes later, versus the planned fifteen, Ethan hears the familiar pounding of feet coming up the front steps. He gets up from the couch-turned-giant-magical-blanket-heaven and goes to the door, anticipating a very upset Benny.
Instead of irate, Ethan gets a very wet and a very cold best friend. His clothes are clinging to his body like a second skin, hair plastered to his face, and lips a light purple around the edges.
"I h-hate the rain," Benny stutters out through chattering teeth, and Ethan makes a sympathetic noise before pulling him inside.
Together, they manage to pull off all of Benny's soaking clothes, and Ethan throws them into the drier with a loud thunk. Benny is left standing in the foyer, shivering like a cat who fell in the tub and nearly naked skin looking colder than ever.
"Let's get you into dry stuff, 'kay?" Ethan suggests softly, and when all Benny can do is jerk his head down once in a nod, the smaller boy takes his hand and pulls him up the stairs.
Benny remains in the middle of Ethan's room when they reach the top of the stairs, watching sadly as Ethan digs through the drawer in his dresser designated specifically for Benny's clothes. It's a completion of forgotten shirts and pants left at the Morgan's and some stuff purposely brought over for situations such as this one.
Ethan pulls out a pair of sweatpants and an old Batman shirt and pulls Benny over to him.
As a team, they get the shirt over Benny's head and his legs and feet through the sweatpants until he's completely clothed again, this time in dry, comfortable things.
Ethan leaves his room and comes back seconds later with a giant blue towel, and Benny lets him rub it all over his wild hair to dry it out. The towel feels nice, all soft and warm, and Ethan's hands that follow it are even more so.
"I've got my entire arsenal of blankets on the couch downstairs," Ethan tells him lightly when finished with his hair. Benny looks slightly like a drowned rat, but Ethan thinks he's still as beautiful as ever. "And the movie's on standby. Think you're good now?"
Benny smiles softly, and blinks his large brown eyes. "Hell yes I'm good. Better than ever."
Ethan laughs under his breath and together they make their way back downstairs, arms brushing and fingers tangled together.
The shorter boy starts the movie and then they crawl under the mound of blankets together, piling them up until they're completely engulfed and are almost drowning in cotton.
"Hey," Benny says, and when Ethan looks over, Benny cups his cheek and kisses him slow and sweet. They've kissed so many times, but it never ceases to make Ethan's throat close up and heart jump when they do. He makes a pleased noise and curls his arm around Benny's shoulders, pulling him in.
They separate after a moment, Benny kissing his lower lip fondly a last time. "You're pretty wonderful, you know?"
Ethan blushes and looks up at Benny with hooded eyes, but instead of replying, says: "The movie's going to start."
So they hunker down in their sea of duvets and covers, and Benny's got his arms around Ethan's sides while Ethan curls his arms back around Benny's shoulders and his fingers sink into his still-wet hair.
The opening credits start when Benny smiles against his collarbone and tells him sleepily, "I love you."
Ethan looks down at Benny's sleepy face, all warm and open, and completely misses the coolest first minutes of a film ever. He could care less.
"I love you, too."
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A/N: ...
That was horribly cheesy and I don't even care ∩(︶▽︶)∩
Buuut I hope you guys liked my terrible attempt at warm-me-up cuteness because I've been cold all day and it's been raining and I love it so much Jesus I love fall summer can suck a dick.
See you soon with that awful little Halloween fic that'll probably make no sense!1!
