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This is a prezzie just for REL to cheer her up.
James/Sean, 340 words, PG-ish. Cute and cuddly.
James sat on the roof, knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around legs, and shivered. He stared off into the distance, across thousands of city lights. He imagined that everybody across this entire city was happy, except for him. He looked up to the sky. The stars, too, they were happy. Stars didn’t cry.
James shivered violently and tucked himself into an even tighter ball. Suddenly he heard movement behind him. He whirled and saw Sean there, just about to place a sweatshirt over his shoulders.
Startled, Sean backed up a step or two. “Whoa...sorry, James…” He stepped forward again to wrap the sweatshirt around James and then sat next to him. “So, what are you doing on the roof?”
James smiled bitterly. “Feeling sorry for myself, mostly. What about you?”
Sean hesitated for a minute, but he was after all a Lennon, and it showed in the bluntness of his answer. “Well, I came up here to think about you, but I didn’t expect you to be here!”
Wide-eyed, James opened his mouth and promptly closed it again. He decided to ignore most of that statement, on the grounds that he didn’t know how to respond to it. “If you didn’t know I was here, why did you bring an extra sweatshirt?”
Sean didn’t answer.
For the first time, James looked over at Sean. He saw that Sean hadn’t brought an extra sweatshirt - he had given James his own. Sean now sat shivering in just a thin black t-shirt.
“Oh! Sean, you silly idiot! Here,” he began as he started to shrug the sweatshirt off his shoulders.
“No, don’t!” Sean stopped him. He hesitated again. “Here.” He snaked an arm underneath the sweatshirt and wrapped it around James’ shoulders, pulling him close.
James stiffened briefly and then relaxed and laid his head on Sean’s shoulder. Sean tipped his head to rest it against James’ head. They sat, warm and safe, in silence for a few moments.
“We can think about each other together, then,” said James softly.
James/Sean, 340 words, PG-ish. Cute and cuddly.
James sat on the roof, knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around legs, and shivered. He stared off into the distance, across thousands of city lights. He imagined that everybody across this entire city was happy, except for him. He looked up to the sky. The stars, too, they were happy. Stars didn’t cry.
James shivered violently and tucked himself into an even tighter ball. Suddenly he heard movement behind him. He whirled and saw Sean there, just about to place a sweatshirt over his shoulders.
Startled, Sean backed up a step or two. “Whoa...sorry, James…” He stepped forward again to wrap the sweatshirt around James and then sat next to him. “So, what are you doing on the roof?”
James smiled bitterly. “Feeling sorry for myself, mostly. What about you?”
Sean hesitated for a minute, but he was after all a Lennon, and it showed in the bluntness of his answer. “Well, I came up here to think about you, but I didn’t expect you to be here!”
Wide-eyed, James opened his mouth and promptly closed it again. He decided to ignore most of that statement, on the grounds that he didn’t know how to respond to it. “If you didn’t know I was here, why did you bring an extra sweatshirt?”
Sean didn’t answer.
For the first time, James looked over at Sean. He saw that Sean hadn’t brought an extra sweatshirt - he had given James his own. Sean now sat shivering in just a thin black t-shirt.
“Oh! Sean, you silly idiot! Here,” he began as he started to shrug the sweatshirt off his shoulders.
“No, don’t!” Sean stopped him. He hesitated again. “Here.” He snaked an arm underneath the sweatshirt and wrapped it around James’ shoulders, pulling him close.
James stiffened briefly and then relaxed and laid his head on Sean’s shoulder. Sean tipped his head to rest it against James’ head. They sat, warm and safe, in silence for a few moments.
“We can think about each other together, then,” said James softly.