forum The Jock and the Nerd—Soulmates?!?

Started August 11, 2019 by @Rvan group

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"What is it?" Some concern filled Milo's brain. He could feel Hunter's heartbeat speed up. "Do you want to sit down?" He asked looking up at Hunter before he spoke.

Hunter nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat as he moved to sit on his bed. Gosh, where would he even begin? “Just… I’m just so worried about hurting you because- because I’m worried I’ll turn into my dad. My -er- biological one.” Hunter clenched his hands to keep them from shaking. “The reason I liked to bully you because I hated not having control, I-I liked the feeling of power I got when I- when I hurt you. Because not having control reminded me of when my dad beat my mom and all I could do was- was watch,” Hunter voice broke and a few tears escaping his eyes, which he furiously tried to wipe away. “I was t-too young to do anything.”
Hunter took a deep, shaky breath as he made himself continue, “Some days he said he loved her to the bottom of his heart. And then some days he hurt her on a whim. And one- one day she- she was driving. I-I was in the backseat. Sh-She must’ve took a wrong turn somewhere be-because we got lost in the woods, and it was really late so w-we couldn’t see much.” Hunter closed his eyes, trying to keep himself calm. He could stop himself from shaking as he continued, “And m-my dad didn’t like it. He st-started beating her. He f-forced her out of the car and beat her on the side of the road. A-And I-I just-“ watched. Hunter couldn’t complete the sentence aloud, tears beginning to stream down his face. “Th-the next day, someone f-found me next to her. M-My dad kicked me out of the car too, and I just sat there like a useless piece of shit. And s-she was- she was dead by morning because I didn’t do anything.” Hunter spat out the last part, his face contorting between a mix of rage -at himself- and anguish.

Tears welled up in Milo's eyes seeing Hunter in that much emotional pain. "I'm… that's so terrible…" He said in a weak voice. He did the only thing he could think of, hold Hunter. He wrapped his arms around Hunter, letting him cry into him if he needed to. He let his arms roam around Hunter's back in circles, planting a soft kiss or two on his temple.

When Milo wrapped his arms around him, Hunter just broke. He sobbed into Milo’s shoulder, clinging to him like a koala. “I-I j-just d-don’t w-want t-to turn in-into h-him,” He managed to get out between sobs. Hunter hardly ever cried, and had always shoved that story in the back of his head. But telling Milo… it made him feel better. Even crying on his soulmate’s shoulder made him feel better. Because he was no longer alone.

"I don't think you even have the ability to turn into him. You are too caring and aware of yourself to do that." Milo murmured softly into Hunter's ear. He was glad Hunter told him, he knew that Hunter trusted him now and that meant a lot to Milo.

Milo’s sweet words calmed Hunter’s shaking fingers and put his racing heart at rest. “Th-Thank you Milo… for fixing me…” He mumbled into Milo’s shoulder, soaking in his warmth. Because if they had never become soulmates… Hunter would’ve become a monster instead.

"You're welcome, my dear." Milo smiled a little, kissing Hunter's temple again. He felt Hunter's heartbeat slow, making Milo happy. He unwrapped arms, cupping Hunter's cheeks and wiping away the tear with his thumbs. "I love you, and that's not changing anytime soon."

A shaky smile grew on Hunter’s face, even through the tears. Then he slowly leaned in and kissed Milo’s lips, murmuring, “Thank you… just- thank you.” Hunter realized he very much needed Milo in his life. And with Milo’s soothing words… Hunter believed in himself. That he’d never turn into what he feared most.

Milo nodded slightly, kissing Hunter back. He entangled one of his hands in Hunter's hair, the other going back to his back. He was so glad he could help Hunter, to him Hunter deserved the world.

Hunter leaned his forehead into Milo’s before kissing him again. His chest was back to glowing, even brighter than before. He was stronger than his past. His father was in jail now, he was out of Hunter’s life now. Milo was in his life now, and he mattered.

Together, their chests made regular light bulbs look like darkness. Milo squeezed Hunter to him, closing any remaining space between them. If you think about it, Jacob and Chase are to thanks for this moment. They had lead Hunter to take Milo to his house, if they hadn't beat up Milo then the both of them would be sitting away from each other at lunch just wishing they could be right next to each other.

“Gosh I love you,” Hunter murmured, holding Milo against his chest and moving so he was lying on the bed with Milo on top of his chest. His lips found Milo’s again, and he kissed him gently.

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Milo kissed him back, full of love. After, he let his head relax onto Hunter's chest, hearing his heartbeat which was now matched with his. He took in a deep breath, a little smile forming on his lips.

Hunter memorized everything about Milo. His soft lips, his warmth, his hands, his everything. Hunter slowly, almost hesitantly, slipped his hands under Milo’s shirt just so he could feel more of his warmth. “I love you, Milo… I love you so much…” He murmured to his soulmate, smiling up at the ceiling. Any trace of him crying earlier had disappeared, replaced by the warmth in his heart that Milo gave him.
Then he heard something fall on the floor, and he lifted his head to see Carl standing in his doorway, jaw unhinged and wide eyes. His briefcase had fallen, but Carl hardly seemed to notice as he stared at the two of them lying on Hunter’s bed. “Wh-What are you doing here?” Carl asked, but he looked too shocked to be angry. Hunter had never seen his foster father so… caught off guard before. “Actually I don’t want to know what you two were doing I- Just- Just why aren’t you in school?” He asked quickly. Hunter had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Carl never seemed so flustered before.

Milo was almost scared out of existence. He hadn't expected to come to Hunter's house, certainly not then. He fell off Hunter and almost off the bed, catching himself before he hurt himself more than he already was. "W-we…" Milo started softly looking over to Hunter with his eyes wide. Not that anything actually happened he was just also caught off guard.

Hunter has to hold back his laughter, looking at Carl and his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Carl, we only wanted to have a little bit of sex then run away and get married in Vegas, and we can't let school get in the way of that." Carl, who clearly put some weight into Hunter's joke, paled.
"I-I-I'm just going to- to go make lunch. Yeah, lunch. If you want any you can have some," Carl said stiffly, his eyes still as wide as saucers. He still kept staring for a few seconds before shaking his head and picking up his briefcase and hastily walking out of Hunter's doorway.
Then Hunter let out his laughter, deep and genuine.

Milo slowly sat up as Carl left the room, still a little shocked. But he smiled hearing Hunter's laughter, laughing a little himself before realizing he was actually starving himself. "You know, I'm actually really hungry, food sounds really good right now," Milo said looking over at Hunter with a smile.

Hunter grinned, saying, “I hope your comfortable with Carl being super uncomfortable during lunch then,” He laughed again, sitting up and pulling Milo to his chest so he could give him a quick kiss on the cheek, “You make everything better.” Carl, with the face made of steel and the fist of iron justice, had been completely caught off guard. And Hunter thought it was hilarious. He got up and put his shirt on finally, smiling, “I’ll go get out plates and stuff.”

Milo smiled. "I can come help if you want!" He said, sitting up and watching Hunter. Milo felt a little embarrassed from Carl's entrance, but it wasn't bad.