Don't Say Goodbye
Another short story for the kinkmeme fillathon. This is for the prompt of someone reacting to Phelous's disappearance and return to the world last year, so of course I focused on Snob, since I love pairing them together. It has some mention of rough sex but nothing too intense, so the rating should be between PG-13 and R I guess.
Title is altered from a playing of Musical Film Review because the original said to please say goodbye to a cow, lol.
I hope the original prompter sees this and enjoys. :)
“I’m back.”
Snob paused the DVD he’d been watching and looked up, an unimpressed expression on his face. “You’d gone somewhere?”
Phelous stared at him blankly. “I didn’t come home for weeks. I was dead for really reals, and then I came back again. It was this big plan to screw with the fans. Didn’t you notice?”
Snob scoffed and reached again for his remote. “You’ve died hundreds of times. How the fuck am I supposed to know which one will stick?”
“Oh.” Phelous sighed softly. This wasn’t the return he’d been hoping for, but one he probably should have expected since he did have a habit of dying on Snob without warning. It wasn’t as if his boyfriend was going to shut down his life every time he did and wait until he revived to move forward. “Guess I’ll get a snack then.”
Phelous padded out of the living room and into the kitchen, examining the contents of the room with surprise. Boxes of his favorite cereal and cookies were all over the counter, while the freezer was full of his favorite ice cream flavors. Even the refrigerator was stuffed with his favorite drinks and foods, arranged in such a way that they blocked out Snob’s usual array of sodas.
“Weird,” Phelous muttered as he opened a box of cookies and shoved a few into his mouth. As he chewed, he realized something else was odd in Snob’s kitchen. The walls and the doors of the fridge were suddenly loaded with pictures, from those showing Phelous as a child and Phelous in high school, to Phelous and Snob on one of their first dates, to them on their sixth month anniversary.
Phelous wiped the cookie crumbs off his hands and brought a hand to his mouth in confusion. “This isn’t Snob’s style at all. What the hell was he doing?”
“I didn’t want to forget.” Phelous stilled when he felt arms wrap around his chest. “I ate all the shit you did so I wouldn’t forget how much your sense of taste sucked. I wore your shirts at night so I wouldn’t forget how your cologne smelled. I put pictures everywhere so I wouldn’t forget your stupid fucking face and… and how much I missed it.”
“Oh God.” Phelous lowered his head, shame overwhelming him. “Snob…”
“That wasn’t fucking funny,” a soft, almost angry voice mumbled against Phelous’s back, the warm breath soaking through his shirt and into his skin, causing the taller man to shiver.
“I know,” Phelous softly replied, resting his hands upon Snob’s arms. “It was to make my show more dramatic before I ridiculously made my return.”
“Why didn’t you let me in on it?” Phelous closed his eyes, mentally wincing at the hurt in Snob’s voice.
“I don’t know. I guess I thought it’d be easier if I didn’t bother you with this.”
Snob’s arms tightened around him. “It only bothers me when you leave without a fucking word. You didn’t tell anyone what you were doing, so I couldn’t even ask our friends about what the fuck was going on. You didn’t even tell me goodbye… you fucking asshole…”
Snob was trembling ever so slightly and Phelous couldn’t stand it any longer. He turned around and lifted Snob up, pressing him close to his chest as he squeezed him in apology.
“I know. I really fucked up. I’m so fucking sorry, Snob. I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. You’re right, I should have told you what I was doing, or at least I should have told you goodbye-”
“Shut up.” Snob wriggled free from Phelous’s grasp, wrapped his fingers around the taller man’s wrist, and pulled him up the stairs and into their bedroom. He tore the clothes from both their bodies before pouncing on Phelous, pinning him to the bed as he ravaged him, his mouth and fingers covering every inch of Phelous’s body with hot, wet kisses and angry caresses which left Phelous bruised and bloodied and whimpering, but craving ever more. Phelous moaned and cried out happily as Snob covered his skin with markings that would prove to the world how Phelous belonged only to him, and when Snob finally slid inside him, he came instantly, his body greatly fatigued but his soul satisfied.
In the afterglow of their heated reunion, an exhausted Phelous felt his eyelids grow heavy, but before he could think about sleeping, an equally exhausted Snob pressed close to his chest once more, his arms encircling Phelous’s torso.
“Don’t ever say goodbye,” he muttered against Phelous’s bruised neck, “because that means you’re leaving me for good.”
Phelous returned the embrace and placed a gentle kiss atop Snob’s head. “I won’t ever say goodbye to you, Snob. I’ll stop dying recklessly for my show so that there isn’t even a chance of me leaving for good. Instead I’ll spend every day of this immortal life with you, making up for what I’ve done. I promise.”
Snob remained silent, but Phelous could tell even in the darkness that his lips were curling up into a smile. “You really do have shitty taste in food.”
“I know.”
“I’ll make something fucking decent for a change tomorrow and you’d better eat every crumb of it.”
Phelous grinned and pressed a kiss to Snob’s lips before closing his eyes. “I’m already hungry.”
Title is altered from a playing of Musical Film Review because the original said to please say goodbye to a cow, lol.
I hope the original prompter sees this and enjoys. :)
“I’m back.”
Snob paused the DVD he’d been watching and looked up, an unimpressed expression on his face. “You’d gone somewhere?”
Phelous stared at him blankly. “I didn’t come home for weeks. I was dead for really reals, and then I came back again. It was this big plan to screw with the fans. Didn’t you notice?”
Snob scoffed and reached again for his remote. “You’ve died hundreds of times. How the fuck am I supposed to know which one will stick?”
“Oh.” Phelous sighed softly. This wasn’t the return he’d been hoping for, but one he probably should have expected since he did have a habit of dying on Snob without warning. It wasn’t as if his boyfriend was going to shut down his life every time he did and wait until he revived to move forward. “Guess I’ll get a snack then.”
Phelous padded out of the living room and into the kitchen, examining the contents of the room with surprise. Boxes of his favorite cereal and cookies were all over the counter, while the freezer was full of his favorite ice cream flavors. Even the refrigerator was stuffed with his favorite drinks and foods, arranged in such a way that they blocked out Snob’s usual array of sodas.
“Weird,” Phelous muttered as he opened a box of cookies and shoved a few into his mouth. As he chewed, he realized something else was odd in Snob’s kitchen. The walls and the doors of the fridge were suddenly loaded with pictures, from those showing Phelous as a child and Phelous in high school, to Phelous and Snob on one of their first dates, to them on their sixth month anniversary.
Phelous wiped the cookie crumbs off his hands and brought a hand to his mouth in confusion. “This isn’t Snob’s style at all. What the hell was he doing?”
“I didn’t want to forget.” Phelous stilled when he felt arms wrap around his chest. “I ate all the shit you did so I wouldn’t forget how much your sense of taste sucked. I wore your shirts at night so I wouldn’t forget how your cologne smelled. I put pictures everywhere so I wouldn’t forget your stupid fucking face and… and how much I missed it.”
“Oh God.” Phelous lowered his head, shame overwhelming him. “Snob…”
“That wasn’t fucking funny,” a soft, almost angry voice mumbled against Phelous’s back, the warm breath soaking through his shirt and into his skin, causing the taller man to shiver.
“I know,” Phelous softly replied, resting his hands upon Snob’s arms. “It was to make my show more dramatic before I ridiculously made my return.”
“Why didn’t you let me in on it?” Phelous closed his eyes, mentally wincing at the hurt in Snob’s voice.
“I don’t know. I guess I thought it’d be easier if I didn’t bother you with this.”
Snob’s arms tightened around him. “It only bothers me when you leave without a fucking word. You didn’t tell anyone what you were doing, so I couldn’t even ask our friends about what the fuck was going on. You didn’t even tell me goodbye… you fucking asshole…”
Snob was trembling ever so slightly and Phelous couldn’t stand it any longer. He turned around and lifted Snob up, pressing him close to his chest as he squeezed him in apology.
“I know. I really fucked up. I’m so fucking sorry, Snob. I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. You’re right, I should have told you what I was doing, or at least I should have told you goodbye-”
“Shut up.” Snob wriggled free from Phelous’s grasp, wrapped his fingers around the taller man’s wrist, and pulled him up the stairs and into their bedroom. He tore the clothes from both their bodies before pouncing on Phelous, pinning him to the bed as he ravaged him, his mouth and fingers covering every inch of Phelous’s body with hot, wet kisses and angry caresses which left Phelous bruised and bloodied and whimpering, but craving ever more. Phelous moaned and cried out happily as Snob covered his skin with markings that would prove to the world how Phelous belonged only to him, and when Snob finally slid inside him, he came instantly, his body greatly fatigued but his soul satisfied.
In the afterglow of their heated reunion, an exhausted Phelous felt his eyelids grow heavy, but before he could think about sleeping, an equally exhausted Snob pressed close to his chest once more, his arms encircling Phelous’s torso.
“Don’t ever say goodbye,” he muttered against Phelous’s bruised neck, “because that means you’re leaving me for good.”
Phelous returned the embrace and placed a gentle kiss atop Snob’s head. “I won’t ever say goodbye to you, Snob. I’ll stop dying recklessly for my show so that there isn’t even a chance of me leaving for good. Instead I’ll spend every day of this immortal life with you, making up for what I’ve done. I promise.”
Snob remained silent, but Phelous could tell even in the darkness that his lips were curling up into a smile. “You really do have shitty taste in food.”
“I know.”
“I’ll make something fucking decent for a change tomorrow and you’d better eat every crumb of it.”
Phelous grinned and pressed a kiss to Snob’s lips before closing his eyes. “I’m already hungry.”