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Post by rhys on Jan 9, 2009 21:14:52 GMT 1
He all but gasped when Jasper grabbed his hand again, a little more forceful this time. He didn’t resist, of course he didn’t. A few kind words, some physical attention – even though Rhys’ mind cringed at the term – that was all he really wanted. To just have Jasper with him for a while, regardless of who might be watching or jealous or disliking the fact that they were so close. He just wanted things to be like they always had been. Jasper and Rhys. Against the world, against everyone who didn’t understand them. They never used to give a fuck about things like that.
When Jasper leaned into him like that, the poor Ravenclaw, for one second, expected him to kiss him. He was incredibly close to blurting out what had happened with Remy, only to feel those soft lips press against his cheek. He almost sighed in relief, closing his eyes for a moment as he breathed in the others smell. God, he hoped that Gale hadn’t told Jasper how he had found the boy clinging to his pillow, or his best friend would suddenly misinterpret his feelings.
”Rhys, I love you. Please don't be upset with me.”
At those words, he gave up, quietly moving until his body was fully pressed up against Jasper, his posture relaxed as he nuzzled closer to his best friend, feeling at peace for the first time in what seemed like a century. ”I love you, Jas. You’re my everything...” Rhys pressed a kiss to the older Ravenclaws throat, holding himself as close as he dared.
”I'm sorry, Rhys.. Let me stay here with you tonight. You are my best friend and I couldn't stand it if we were to ever fall apart. I need you.."
”Please. I’d love for you to stay.” His words were whispered, clinging to his friend without thinking about it. This was what he truly needed. Not Remy, or Toby who held him, or even Levi and Kris who talked to him and tried to cheer him up. Just...Jasper.
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