Another unfinishedy fic although I could end it where it is and leave out the 'frisky business'.
I can never write things during their correct holidays...
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“The Butcher?” It was the voice he wanted to hear behind him, the slightly silly but always sincere voice that he always wanted to hear close to him. It wasn’t saying ‘I love you’ but his name was enough for now. That meant its owner was thinking about him. Only him hopefully… He turned, hoping to hear more, yearning for more words to spill from those perfect boyish lips.
Sisky laughed at the way Butcher looked when he turned around and couldn’t help making a joke about it, “Kiss me?” He said it in a teasing voice that hid the fact that he really wanted the older man to do just that. This way, Sisky reasoned, if Butcher didn’t feel the same way he could always blow it off and avoid any awkwardness between them. He continued giggling to hide how desperate he was to find the answer, shocked into silence when he felt Andy Mrotek’s lips press themselves against his own.
“Happy?” Butcher asked nervously, trying to hide his feelings in a joke as well and not quite succeeding. He had pulled away faster than he’d wanted to in fear that Sisky would push him away in disgust.
“No,” Sisky said breathlessly, looking into his friend’s eyes questioningly as if to ask if the other man had really meant it.
“Oh,” Butcher visibly shrank. “I’m sorry, Sisky. I just… You asked and I could resist. I understand if-”
“Shut up and kiss me again,” Sisky cut him off, ordering thickly so Butcher couldn’t refuse or mistake his intentions.
“Okay okay no need to get pissed off at me,” Butcher grinned as wide as he could and leaned in to kiss Sisky again, longer this time. He gasped when the younger boy opened his mouth to let him in. You taste like Dr. Pepper and cheese and something else. I guess that’s Sisky flavor. “Pizza again?”
“You ate it with me,” Sisky flicked Butcher’s forehead. They’d all eaten the pizza together as band earlier. Butcher should have remembered it, he had leaned over to pull some cheese off Sisky’s chin then wondered how such messiness managed to turn him on.
“Hey?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you Adam T. Siska.”
“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” Sisky said in his cutesy, joking voice.
“Yeah,” Butcher laughed. “I wanna be your boyfriend.”
“Good, ‘cause Valentine Day is coming up soon and I really need a date,” Sisky beamed and broke out into a fit of laughter, looking Butcher directly in the eyes then ducking away shyly in the way only he could do.
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