Thunder
Title: Thunder
Author: madasbunnies
Rating: PG-13
POV: Third
Summary: I won’t let us fail.
Author Notes: Original fic.
Skylar had scruffy honey blonde hair and a boyish face. His limbs were lanky and his smile was just a little bit dorky and Caden loved him. Caden was an unshaven brunette with a smile as big as the sun. Skylar said he was an obvious fairy.
Caden was going to be an actor. Their partnered managerial position was just a side thing, to help Skylar manage things, until Caden sorted out his theater career. Caden was going to be an actor since he was fifteen, but Skylar knew he’d sort it out soon because when Caden read Shakespeare lines, he cried.
Skylar hated it when kids made Caden yell. When they broke pool cues or tried to shove each other off first floor window sills or started fights over nonexistent territory, he knew one of them had to get through to them. If they didn’t yell, it would only get worse, and Caden was always the one to do it, because he knew how to project.
Caden hated that their office was made up of windows. Sometimes he just wanted to love Skylar right there on a desk, or the visitors couch, or heck, even on the floor, when he started giving Caden that little smirk and saying, Are you bending that way for a purpose or are you just trying to give me a nice view?
Skylar was Mr. Dependable. He was a go-to guy with everything he was involved in. Caden couldn’t even manage his e-mails without Skylar confirming that, yes, that had already been dealt, and this needed priority over those. Skylar was the backbone of the juvenile hall, and likewise, Caden’s life. Sometimes Caden wondered what he’d ever do if Skylar was gone when he woke.
Caden cried sometimes. It wasn’t often that his mood swayed any way but cheerful to irate and back again. But sometimes, without much warning, at the most inopportune times, he would lose himself in misery. Skylar was always there to find him again, put together the broken pieces that were left behind from someone’s cruel words, or Caden’s own realisation of a dream he could never achieve. Skylar was always there, just in time to hide him from prying eyes. In a secluded corner or empty office, Skylar would pull Caden close and hold him as he shook.
Skylar always held onto Caden like one of them was bound to disappear. He liked to hold his hand under tables, when he couldn’t hold him properly. They were a perfect pair; always together, always in sync, always in love. Neither really remembered when any of those things had started. When Caden cried, gasping out to tell him that he wasn’t a failure, don’t want to fail, please don’t let me fail...Skylar held him tighter.
Caden was skilled at making boys cry when he yelled. Sometimes Skylar teased him about all the choked-up boys that left their office, because of vandalizing pool tables and other unnecessary actions of teenage rage, calling him a heartbreaker. It was funny until Caden yelled at him. Skylar had almost out-ed them to a member of staff. It was a stupid, avoidable slip of the tongue that Skylar hated himself for, even before they got home and Caden verbally cut him down to size, tearing him apart with every ‘You’re going to ruin us’. His face contorted as he tried his hardest to stop the rivers of tears that streaked his face. Caden’s face fell when he finally saw what he’d done.
Skylar locked himself in the bedroom, blanket tucked up to his chin, asking himself why, why, why, as he sobbed into the duvet. Please let me in, Sky. I’m so sorry. Caden stood behind the door, pleading against the wood. I don’t know why I let myself get like that with you. Just let me in so I can fix it. Please, baby. I just want to see you. Skylar hated being alone like this; but even worse, Caden had never seen him cry like this. He didn’t want to let him see him scared, especially not of him. In that moment, Skylar wanted to die.
Caden hated himself, more than he ever had in his life. He sat against the wall in the night darkened hallway for what was hours, he was sure. There was no way to explain away his anger, no rhetoric to cover up his cruelty, because that’s all it was - pure, unbridled cruelty. Towards a person who would never hurt another living soul. Eventually, easing a heavy silence, the lock clicked out of place.
Skylar slipped back under the blanket and lay stone still, waiting. He shuddered under Caden’s hand that moved tentatively over his shoulders, and up and down his back. Please forgive me, was all Caden knew to say. Then, You’re an angel and I don’t deserve you. Skylar stared up at him with burning eyes and whispered, I am so sorry. I love you too much and I’m sorry for saying it out loud.
Caden fell to pieces against Skylar’s skin. Against the aching loneliness that stifled the air, he made love to him, calling him beautiful words. My angel, my only, my inspiration. Under a haven of promises, he begged forgiveness.
I won’t let us fail.
Author: madasbunnies
Rating: PG-13
POV: Third
Summary: I won’t let us fail.
Author Notes: Original fic.
Skylar had scruffy honey blonde hair and a boyish face. His limbs were lanky and his smile was just a little bit dorky and Caden loved him. Caden was an unshaven brunette with a smile as big as the sun. Skylar said he was an obvious fairy.
Caden was going to be an actor. Their partnered managerial position was just a side thing, to help Skylar manage things, until Caden sorted out his theater career. Caden was going to be an actor since he was fifteen, but Skylar knew he’d sort it out soon because when Caden read Shakespeare lines, he cried.
Skylar hated it when kids made Caden yell. When they broke pool cues or tried to shove each other off first floor window sills or started fights over nonexistent territory, he knew one of them had to get through to them. If they didn’t yell, it would only get worse, and Caden was always the one to do it, because he knew how to project.
Caden hated that their office was made up of windows. Sometimes he just wanted to love Skylar right there on a desk, or the visitors couch, or heck, even on the floor, when he started giving Caden that little smirk and saying, Are you bending that way for a purpose or are you just trying to give me a nice view?
Skylar was Mr. Dependable. He was a go-to guy with everything he was involved in. Caden couldn’t even manage his e-mails without Skylar confirming that, yes, that had already been dealt, and this needed priority over those. Skylar was the backbone of the juvenile hall, and likewise, Caden’s life. Sometimes Caden wondered what he’d ever do if Skylar was gone when he woke.
Caden cried sometimes. It wasn’t often that his mood swayed any way but cheerful to irate and back again. But sometimes, without much warning, at the most inopportune times, he would lose himself in misery. Skylar was always there to find him again, put together the broken pieces that were left behind from someone’s cruel words, or Caden’s own realisation of a dream he could never achieve. Skylar was always there, just in time to hide him from prying eyes. In a secluded corner or empty office, Skylar would pull Caden close and hold him as he shook.
Skylar always held onto Caden like one of them was bound to disappear. He liked to hold his hand under tables, when he couldn’t hold him properly. They were a perfect pair; always together, always in sync, always in love. Neither really remembered when any of those things had started. When Caden cried, gasping out to tell him that he wasn’t a failure, don’t want to fail, please don’t let me fail...Skylar held him tighter.
Caden was skilled at making boys cry when he yelled. Sometimes Skylar teased him about all the choked-up boys that left their office, because of vandalizing pool tables and other unnecessary actions of teenage rage, calling him a heartbreaker. It was funny until Caden yelled at him. Skylar had almost out-ed them to a member of staff. It was a stupid, avoidable slip of the tongue that Skylar hated himself for, even before they got home and Caden verbally cut him down to size, tearing him apart with every ‘You’re going to ruin us’. His face contorted as he tried his hardest to stop the rivers of tears that streaked his face. Caden’s face fell when he finally saw what he’d done.
Skylar locked himself in the bedroom, blanket tucked up to his chin, asking himself why, why, why, as he sobbed into the duvet. Please let me in, Sky. I’m so sorry. Caden stood behind the door, pleading against the wood. I don’t know why I let myself get like that with you. Just let me in so I can fix it. Please, baby. I just want to see you. Skylar hated being alone like this; but even worse, Caden had never seen him cry like this. He didn’t want to let him see him scared, especially not of him. In that moment, Skylar wanted to die.
Caden hated himself, more than he ever had in his life. He sat against the wall in the night darkened hallway for what was hours, he was sure. There was no way to explain away his anger, no rhetoric to cover up his cruelty, because that’s all it was - pure, unbridled cruelty. Towards a person who would never hurt another living soul. Eventually, easing a heavy silence, the lock clicked out of place.
Skylar slipped back under the blanket and lay stone still, waiting. He shuddered under Caden’s hand that moved tentatively over his shoulders, and up and down his back. Please forgive me, was all Caden knew to say. Then, You’re an angel and I don’t deserve you. Skylar stared up at him with burning eyes and whispered, I am so sorry. I love you too much and I’m sorry for saying it out loud.
Caden fell to pieces against Skylar’s skin. Against the aching loneliness that stifled the air, he made love to him, calling him beautiful words. My angel, my only, my inspiration. Under a haven of promises, he begged forgiveness.
I won’t let us fail.