Ready For You.
Title: Ready For You
Author: niela_xxx
Pairing: Cat/Whiplasher (Deathstars)
Rating: PG.
POV: 3rd person, Whiplasher centered.
Summary: Neither of them ever cared about how old they were. But sometimes it just showed in most unexpected ways.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own neither Cat, nor Whiplasher, or anyone from Deathstars. I'm in no contact with them, I mean no harm with this, I don't get money for this. It ISN'T real. Don't sue me.
Author Notes: Started this a while ago, now it's finally finished. Con-crit is welcomed and appreciated. Unbeta-ed.
”I want to have a baby,“ Andy said one afternoon as he was sitting on the couch, drinking beer and Cat was doing his nails, sitting on the window-sill. He almost fell off it as he heard Andy's words, dropping the nail polish; the thick, black liquid slowly spilling on the wooden floor.
Cat didn't notice, or maybe he just simply didn't care. ”What?!“ he gasped in choked, high-pitched voice, so different to his usual low, kind of slutty way of talking.
”I want to have a baby,“ Andy repeated calmly, putting the empty beer bottle on the floor next to the couch. He hated that Cat was sitting by the window, he couldn't see his face because of the light. But honestly, there wasn't any better time to say this. And he had been thinking about it for far too long. ”With you,“ he added and even though he couldn't see Cat's eyes right then, he could pretty much imagine how they looked - widened from shock, confusion, getting a slightly greyish colour instead of their usual bright blue. He smiled a little at the image.
”But... but we can't have a baby,“ Andy heard Cat's voice that still didn't lose the high-pitched panic undertone. ”We're dudes if you didn't notice. You have a dick and I have a dick. No... woman parts.“
Andy chuckled softly, knowing it would just annoy Cat even more, but he couldn't keep it back. Only Cat would call a vagina 'woman parts'. He shook his head, motioning Cat over. The boy just shook his head, remaining on his spot on the window-sill, which made Andy frown a little, but he couldn't really do anything about it. He sighed a little.
”Well of course not like that. We could adopt a baby,“ Andy said, his voice sounding as if he was explaining somthing to a hyper 5 years old.
”Adopt a baby? Adopt!“ Cat repeated, getting up suddenly, stepping barely millimetres from the pool of nail polish, not noticing it at all. Andy frowned, he knew Cat well enough to know this wasn't a good sign. When Cat stepped closer, more to the side and out of the sunrays, Andy noticed that he narrowed his eyes, the orbs kind of grey just like Andy imagined them, only he wasn't confused at all - he was angry.
Andy bit his lip, maybe Cat wasn't prepared to this. Maybe it was too early - but they've been a couple for years now, four or five, Andy didn't even know, and they've been living together for most of their relationship. Plus, Andy wasn't the youngest anymore. He might be comfortable with his age, and sure, he wasn't that old, but his biological clocks (or however else you'd choose to call that strange urge) were saying it rather clearly.
”Fuck you, Andreas! I'm 22, I don't want anyone's brat in my fucking apartment!“ Cat yelled and the next second he stormed out of the living room, slamming the door of his bedroom closed. Andy didn't say anything, not even pointing out that the apartment was, in fact, his, not Cat's. He felt a dull ache in his chest, Cat's words hurting him deeply. He tried to convince himself that it didn't matter, that they would talk about it later, that Cat will change his opinion... eventually. But still, still it hurt. A lot.
He had been sitting there for maybe an hour, the strong scent of the spilled nail polish causing him headache, the only sound in the whole apartment were muffled sounds coming from Cat's bedroom. Andy hated that room, because Cat always shut himself in that room for hours when he was pissed off, when he was in one of those strange little moods.
Then the door of the bedroom opened, and Andy blinked as he spotted Cat walking out of there, his hair styled perfectly, his make up done flawlessly. wearing clothes that revealed more than they covered - he was being his slutty self that Andy would almost hate, if he didn't love Cat so much.
”Where are you going?“ Andy asked softly, knowing Cat would hear him, The boy glanced at him, smirking as he adjusted his pants - well, pulled them down a little more.
”Out,“ he replied simply, and left without giving Andy any more attention, the door shutting with a loud thud that made Andy ache on the inside.
***
Andy didn't change his position at all when Cat returned. He was still stitting on the couch, lights turned off in the dark room - even though the dawn was close - staring somewhere in the space in front of him, and it's been hours since Cat left. Few empty beer bottles and half finished vodka, however, said something else - he must have moved, at least to get all that booze, even though he didn't seem drunk. He never did, unlike Cat. Cat... who left Andy feeling so alone.
But now he was back, and Andy barely made any indication that he noticed it. Although it was probably impossible to not notice Cat, even less so when Andy was waiting for him and Cat wasn't alone. Andy stared at the other male figure disbelievingly, still not making any noise or any indication that he was there and neither Cat, nor the other boy noticed him, all too occupied with making out heavily.
Andy didn't move when the door of Cat's room closed behind the two, he didn't move when he heard the muffled laughter and words he couldn't make out. He didn't move until around half an hour later, when the sun was rising and soft, orange glow filled the room along with Cat's loud and clear moans and screams. Then he got up and forgetting his dignity he literally ran to their bedroom, throwing himself on the bed and crying against the pillow that still smelled of Cat.
***
He never told Cat he knew about the guy Cat brought home that day. He never told Cat how he felt and he never told Cat that the boy made him cry. His eyes weren't red and puffy anymore when Cat woke him up with a kiss against Andy's temple. It was evening again and Cat was smelling of shower gel and coffee as he cuddled up against Andy and whispered he sure wanted to have kids with Andy, but that it was too soon right then and he wasn't ready for that right then, but that he still loved Andy so fucking much. And Andy wanted to believe him, it was so easy to believe Cat, just as easy as pretending it was okay.
Andy couldn't understand why exactly he didn't send Cat to hell then, why he didn't smack him and literally kick him out, he couldn't find an answer to that for whole four years.
But then, those four years later, when Cat grinned up at him, holding a baby girl they had just adopted, he thought that maybe it was all worth it. ”I love you,“ Andy whispered and Cat replied with ”You too,“ and the baby made a soft noise that sounded rather content to Andy's ears.
Author: niela_xxx
Pairing: Cat/Whiplasher (Deathstars)
Rating: PG.
POV: 3rd person, Whiplasher centered.
Summary: Neither of them ever cared about how old they were. But sometimes it just showed in most unexpected ways.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own neither Cat, nor Whiplasher, or anyone from Deathstars. I'm in no contact with them, I mean no harm with this, I don't get money for this. It ISN'T real. Don't sue me.
Author Notes: Started this a while ago, now it's finally finished. Con-crit is welcomed and appreciated. Unbeta-ed.
”I want to have a baby,“ Andy said one afternoon as he was sitting on the couch, drinking beer and Cat was doing his nails, sitting on the window-sill. He almost fell off it as he heard Andy's words, dropping the nail polish; the thick, black liquid slowly spilling on the wooden floor.
Cat didn't notice, or maybe he just simply didn't care. ”What?!“ he gasped in choked, high-pitched voice, so different to his usual low, kind of slutty way of talking.
”I want to have a baby,“ Andy repeated calmly, putting the empty beer bottle on the floor next to the couch. He hated that Cat was sitting by the window, he couldn't see his face because of the light. But honestly, there wasn't any better time to say this. And he had been thinking about it for far too long. ”With you,“ he added and even though he couldn't see Cat's eyes right then, he could pretty much imagine how they looked - widened from shock, confusion, getting a slightly greyish colour instead of their usual bright blue. He smiled a little at the image.
”But... but we can't have a baby,“ Andy heard Cat's voice that still didn't lose the high-pitched panic undertone. ”We're dudes if you didn't notice. You have a dick and I have a dick. No... woman parts.“
Andy chuckled softly, knowing it would just annoy Cat even more, but he couldn't keep it back. Only Cat would call a vagina 'woman parts'. He shook his head, motioning Cat over. The boy just shook his head, remaining on his spot on the window-sill, which made Andy frown a little, but he couldn't really do anything about it. He sighed a little.
”Well of course not like that. We could adopt a baby,“ Andy said, his voice sounding as if he was explaining somthing to a hyper 5 years old.
”Adopt a baby? Adopt!“ Cat repeated, getting up suddenly, stepping barely millimetres from the pool of nail polish, not noticing it at all. Andy frowned, he knew Cat well enough to know this wasn't a good sign. When Cat stepped closer, more to the side and out of the sunrays, Andy noticed that he narrowed his eyes, the orbs kind of grey just like Andy imagined them, only he wasn't confused at all - he was angry.
Andy bit his lip, maybe Cat wasn't prepared to this. Maybe it was too early - but they've been a couple for years now, four or five, Andy didn't even know, and they've been living together for most of their relationship. Plus, Andy wasn't the youngest anymore. He might be comfortable with his age, and sure, he wasn't that old, but his biological clocks (or however else you'd choose to call that strange urge) were saying it rather clearly.
”Fuck you, Andreas! I'm 22, I don't want anyone's brat in my fucking apartment!“ Cat yelled and the next second he stormed out of the living room, slamming the door of his bedroom closed. Andy didn't say anything, not even pointing out that the apartment was, in fact, his, not Cat's. He felt a dull ache in his chest, Cat's words hurting him deeply. He tried to convince himself that it didn't matter, that they would talk about it later, that Cat will change his opinion... eventually. But still, still it hurt. A lot.
He had been sitting there for maybe an hour, the strong scent of the spilled nail polish causing him headache, the only sound in the whole apartment were muffled sounds coming from Cat's bedroom. Andy hated that room, because Cat always shut himself in that room for hours when he was pissed off, when he was in one of those strange little moods.
Then the door of the bedroom opened, and Andy blinked as he spotted Cat walking out of there, his hair styled perfectly, his make up done flawlessly. wearing clothes that revealed more than they covered - he was being his slutty self that Andy would almost hate, if he didn't love Cat so much.
”Where are you going?“ Andy asked softly, knowing Cat would hear him, The boy glanced at him, smirking as he adjusted his pants - well, pulled them down a little more.
”Out,“ he replied simply, and left without giving Andy any more attention, the door shutting with a loud thud that made Andy ache on the inside.
***
Andy didn't change his position at all when Cat returned. He was still stitting on the couch, lights turned off in the dark room - even though the dawn was close - staring somewhere in the space in front of him, and it's been hours since Cat left. Few empty beer bottles and half finished vodka, however, said something else - he must have moved, at least to get all that booze, even though he didn't seem drunk. He never did, unlike Cat. Cat... who left Andy feeling so alone.
But now he was back, and Andy barely made any indication that he noticed it. Although it was probably impossible to not notice Cat, even less so when Andy was waiting for him and Cat wasn't alone. Andy stared at the other male figure disbelievingly, still not making any noise or any indication that he was there and neither Cat, nor the other boy noticed him, all too occupied with making out heavily.
Andy didn't move when the door of Cat's room closed behind the two, he didn't move when he heard the muffled laughter and words he couldn't make out. He didn't move until around half an hour later, when the sun was rising and soft, orange glow filled the room along with Cat's loud and clear moans and screams. Then he got up and forgetting his dignity he literally ran to their bedroom, throwing himself on the bed and crying against the pillow that still smelled of Cat.
***
He never told Cat he knew about the guy Cat brought home that day. He never told Cat how he felt and he never told Cat that the boy made him cry. His eyes weren't red and puffy anymore when Cat woke him up with a kiss against Andy's temple. It was evening again and Cat was smelling of shower gel and coffee as he cuddled up against Andy and whispered he sure wanted to have kids with Andy, but that it was too soon right then and he wasn't ready for that right then, but that he still loved Andy so fucking much. And Andy wanted to believe him, it was so easy to believe Cat, just as easy as pretending it was okay.
Andy couldn't understand why exactly he didn't send Cat to hell then, why he didn't smack him and literally kick him out, he couldn't find an answer to that for whole four years.
But then, those four years later, when Cat grinned up at him, holding a baby girl they had just adopted, he thought that maybe it was all worth it. ”I love you,“ Andy whispered and Cat replied with ”You too,“ and the baby made a soft noise that sounded rather content to Andy's ears.