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 Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 1:59 am
It was Carter’s turn to be caught off guard. He was expecting Damian to take action, not actually ask the question he himself had been avoiding. Initially it looked like a simple question: what did he want?
He wanted someone he could count on, someone to cover his back when things got messy. Someone he could rely on. He needed the support, the backup. But it wasn’t just that. There was something... more he wanted. But what?
Damian was waiting for him to give him an answer. Carter looked at him, and the answer he was looking for came to mind. “You.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 2:18 am
Of all the answers Damian had expected, the one he got took the wind right out of him. He was frozen for a moment, processing that single word. You. You. You He repeated the word in his head, staring down at Carter. Finally he managed to come up with a response. "Oh." It wasn't a very intelligent response.
He had known that Carter liked him, the bluenette had told him as much. But hearing that the other man wanted him, it was different.
He stepped towards Carter reaching out to cup his cheek, his eyes turning a bit sad. His mind hadn't changed. "Even if it's me you want, you still deserve someone better. Someone who won't hurt you like I already have." His thumb stroked Carter's skin, a sad smile on his face. "I'm an awful boyfriend anyway." His attempt at humour failed and he sighed his hand slipping away from the other man's cheek.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 2:54 am
Oh. Oh? What was that supposed to mean? Did he answer it incorrectly? Carter chewed his lower lip nervously, watching him. What was he supposed to do? Stare back? Turn away? What came next?
He stopped chewing his lip as Damian stepped forward, his hand cupping his cheek. It was still warm to the touch; the flush of embarrassment still hadn’t gone away. “Oh yeah? Me too.” Carter said, reaching out to lightly punch Damian’s stomach. “Stop being greedy. I’m an awful boyfriend too. Besides, I can handle it.”
Another playful punch was directed at Damian’s midsection, this time with a bit more force. “Besides,” Carter added, “Neither of us could get away doing this to anyone else. Y’know? I trust you. So what if we have our rough days? It happens.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 9:35 am
The first punch came as a surprise, but his muscles reacted out of learned instinct, tightening to absorb what little force of the blow there was. Years of being a senshi had taught him that. He didn't get angry that Carter was punching him, on a base level he knew if the bluenette wanted to hurt him he would have powered up and left him soaking in sea water. It wasn't anger that showed on his face but doubt as his boyfriend said he could handle it, handle him. It wasn't that Damian doubted Carter, but he knew what he himself had done, and he was scared at what would happen if he lost control again.
The second punch hit him a little harder, but Damian barely noticed. He was focused on Carter's words. When the bluenette finished talking his lips had already parted about to argue again that he was broken, and not worth it, but then the other man's words really sunk in and he stopped short. 'I trust you' Carter trusted him, he wanted him just as he was, even if he was broken and all messed up inside. The realization made his chest tighten with a swell of unfamiliar emotion that he didn't dare name, not just yet.
Reaching out he cupped his cheek again, gently tilting his head upwards. He didn't know what he was doing, but in that moment he knew what he wanted, no matter what his doubts. Leaning down he gently pressed his lips against the bluenette's, closing his eyes as he kissed him. His touch wasn't demanding like it had been before, it was hesitant, not wanting to make the other man uncomfortable again. He didn't even try to deepen the kiss, instead he let his lips linger before he pulled away and then drew Carter into his arms hugging him tightly. "Thank you."
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 5:25 pm
Carter held his fist against Damian after he delivered the second punch. It trembled. He couldn’t help it; he felt drained and exhausted as the adrenaline left his system. He dropped his hand, looking down at the ground. Why did he do that? He knew he wasn’t the most eloquent of people. His words came quickly and honestly: Damian in this state was scary. Despite that, Carter knew that the last thing he wanted was to lose Damian.
Damian’s hand was warm as it cupped his cheek, bringing him up. A flicker of confusion crossed Carter’s face, stifling itself as Damian kissed him. It was... Carter’s cheeks grew warm again as his stomach performed a flip-flop. Nice wasn’t the word he was looking for. Satisfying? Great? He couldn’t find a word to describe it. All he knew was that he liked it, though he would like to pass on the alcohol taste. To him, it just didn’t seem right in a way.
Besides, was it Damian doing this or the alcohol? Carter leaned into the embrace and closed his eyes, cheek pressed against Damian’s chest. “It’s just the truth,” Carter confessed, pulling back away from him in order to look up. “Besides... It’s getting late. Let’s get some sleep before your head starts killing you tomorrow.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 8:18 pm
If Damian was the type of guy to daydream about such things as first kisses, he wouldn't have thought his and Carter's would have been while he was drunk right after they yelled at each other. But even so the kiss as brief as it was sent a swell of positive emotion over him. He wasn't completely sure if the alcohol was intensifying his feelings, but at that moment he didn't care.
The redhead's hand slid up Carter's back until he was stroking his hair, his other arm holding him. The smaller man seemed to fit against him perfectly, but Damian didn't have the brain power to think about what that meant.
When the bluenette pulled away he let him, his hands falling away. Now that he mentioned it sleep sounded really good. He nodded before he spoke. "Yeah, sleep sounds good." After a moment's hesitation he took Carter's hand walking with him to their bedroom. They'd get a good night's sleep and then tomorrow when he was sober he would think about what exactly tonight meant.
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