forum The Shy Mystic (O/O)(closed)

Started November 10, 2018 by @Rvan group

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“Alright, what should we do until then?” Chase asked softly, a tiny smile appearing on his face. He wouldn’t mind snuggling for a little bit… (sorry this is so short)

“Whatever you want,” Tristan shrugged, shutting the bowl in the fridge. “Remember, you’re my guest. I tend to your needs.” He glanced at him and grinned warmly. “….Whatever you want….” Whatever makes him happy makes me happy…

Chase blushed a little, “Well, I wouldn’t mind going back upstairs,” And cuddling. He left the last words unsaid, glancing at Tristan’s father before looking back to Tristan and giving a little smile.

"Well…." Tristan traced his toe on the hardwood floor. "I was thinking that my dad would go and order pizza by now…"
He continued working, not looking at him as he said, "I understand you want dinner, but it's not even five thirty yet. And I'll go and pick it up when it's ready."
Tristan rolled his eyes and lead Chase back upstairs. "I guess we can spend a little time back upstairs…."

Chase smiled a tiny bit, following Tristan back upstairs as his smile grew. When they got to Tristan’s room, Chase plopped back onto his bed and pulled a blanket over him with a grin, “I wanna cuddle,” He even gave Tristan puppy eyes to accompany it.

(Oof he forgot Graham…)

Tristan tried to control a quirky smile that came to his face. "I've never heard you so straightforward before… Nonetheless…." He got on his bed, snuggling in at Chase's side. "…I want to cuddle too."

Chase wrapped his arms around Tristan immediately, closing his eyes and smiling warmly. He felt… loved, for once in his life. It was like a little ember in his chest, glowing brighter by the second.

Tristan closed his eyes as well, soaking up all the love he was given. "…. There is nothing more I want than to be with you…." He returned his hug, pecking him sweetly on his neck. Holy cow….

Chase’s heart fluttered, and he tilted his head a little for Tristan. He loved him, Chase loved Tristan so much. This was better- better than anything he’s ever have in his life.

Tristan rested his head for a little bit, just letting the moment take its place. "…Sometimes I wonder…." He said softly, shifting his hips. Why do people judge? He tried his best to ignore the thought, but it kept coming back. "….It's not fair at all…." He uttered under his breath.

“What’s not fair?” Chase asked softly, snuggling closer to Tristan and resting his head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. It was a comforting rythmn of ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump…

“I just don’t understand why the world’s so judgemental….” Tristan shook his head, feeling a strange tingling sense in the arcs of his feet. “I mean…” He burrowed into Chase’s shoulder. “I just don’t understand why people bug you when they could just as equally tease me for the same thing.”

“Well, they never knew you… liked guys…” Chase said quietly, “Just… when they found out about me…” Chase bit his lip, taking a deep breath. He hadn’t ever told anyone this story, not even his father. Only him, Kemp, and Jacob knew about it.

"That's true. I never told anyone. Not even my parents…." I'm just such a mystery….. Tristan felt his connection deepen even more, and he hugged him tighter, the pit of his gut tingling with overreacting nerves. "But… What happened when they found out?… Whom ever they might be…?" He drew back to see his eyes.

“I…” Chase felt his eyes water -he was pathetic- and he moved to press his head in Tristan’s neck as he let the words tumble from his lips, “They were teasing me for my synesthesia -Kemp and Jacob, that is- and Kemp made an off joke, saying that I’d just need to be gay and I’d complete the freak package. And then- and then I said that liking guys didn’t make someone a freak, and that it didn’t matter what my sexuality was. That was- that was the first time I stood up to them. And they knew- th-they knew that I was gay when I t-tried to defend myself…” Chase let out a sniffle, and then another as hot tears escaped from his eyes, “They t-told everyone and- and then m-my d-dad found out a-and—“ Chase stopped, biting his tongue to keep from sobbing. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, I’m crying over nothing…

"No…." Tristan pulled his robe sleeve over his thumb and wiped his tears away, feeling a pain of sorrow channel into his heart. "I won't let anyone else hinder into our love…" He pecked his neck again, but has a sense of compulsion to do it over and over, a hotness rising in his body to his chest.

His father glanced up from his laptop, a strance silence falling over the kitchen with the exception of the furnace. I hope those kids are keeping themselves busy…. He caught a glimpse of Graham, still sitting on the counter. Oh– he must've left him here when he was making cookies… He picked him up properly from the counter and headed on upstairs. "Tristan," He called with moderate projection.

Chase curled his arms over his face, not wanting to be seen by Tristan’s father. Wishing he could hide forever in Tristan’s arms, but knowing he’d need to get up. Knowing he’d have to put on a mask.

Tristan glanced over his shoulder when his father called his name yet again. "Yeah???" Why can parents be so nosy…? He pushed himself up and rolled off the bed, apologizing to Chase– but he was trying to cover himself with his arms. He frowned, brow creased with worry. What is going on…? "Are you okay???"
His dad unexpectedly put his hand on Tristan's shoulder and presented Graham to him nicely. "He said he missed you…."

Chase stayed quiet, hoping he only appeared to be tired and Tristan’s father wouldn’t talk to him. He didn’t want to pick up his head to show his red and puffy face.

Tristan hugged Graham tight, thanking his dad.
"Just…" He leaned down to whisper into his ear. "If Chase needs anything, just let me know…." And without another word he left.
Tristan watched and made sure he went all the way back downstairs before clambering back into his bed and comforting Chase. "I shouldn't've forced you to say that…." He brought himself close to him, sandwiching Graham between them. I'm practically contradicting myself….

Chase pressed his face into Tristan’s neck, whispering, “You didn’t force me to do anything.” He sniffled, and wrapped his arms around Tristan. The touch of comfort from another human being made so much of a difference. Just to have someone- to have someone that could comfort you. It made it so much better.

Tristan kissed back at Chase's neck. "Everything's gonna be okay…." He wasn't really sure what else to say to him– he was having a good time. Tristan put his leg over Chase's thigh, trying not to breathe too heavily or hotly.

Chase’s face slowly returned back to normal- the reddish puffiness brought by crying had left, and he breathed Tristan in. He finally whispered a few minutes later, “You’re the only person I’ve ever told. That’s because I love you.”

"You don't have to tell me twice," He breathed, moving up to his cheek. "I will always love you…." Tristan cupped the side of his face. "And I'll never let you go…"

“Promise?” Chase breathed, leaning his head into Tristan’s soft, gentle hand. He didn’t want to let this go, he didn’t want this to end. Chase wanted… Chase wanted Tristan.