PG, m/m
Crazy Eddie's Private Journals: Ohio Players
By Tiriel
I'm almost afraid to say this. As if saying it, or rather, writing it, will make it not true. But I think...
I think that maybe, just maybe, we're falling in love. I mean, I already love him, but there's an important distinction--the mutuality. These last few days, it's sure seemed that way, anyhow. We spent some "quality time" together, for lack of a better term, and we've been in each other's space quite a bit. I said last time that I would open my mind, gather evidence, and these last few days gave me some serious data to consider.
First of all, it was clear that he wanted me there with him. So I went. We tossed around an old football I found in the trailer, and he even seemed to relax and have fun some of the time. It reminded me of how seldom I see that. I felt a little giddy, like a teenager. Maybe I even flirted a little.
It's a good thing I've stocked up on medical supplies, though, because we also had another bandaging session, this one a little different than the last. There was no awkwardness about it. I stood behind him and bandaged his ribs. His skin was warm under my fingertips, and if my hands lingered a little, he didn't mention it, or pull away. Then we had a theory-building chat. He looked so incredible, reclining with that icepack, almost like he was posed for a magazine, strategically laid out to display his best features. Maybe that display was for me.
The other medical situation, that one almost killed me. It literally could have killed him. It was the stuff of my nightmares. He was dying, and I heard him say my name into the phone over and over. Luckily, he was able to give me enough info to figure out where he was. It scared the shit out of me, and then I had to do that Pulp Fiction thing with the needle.
After that, once the scary part was over and he was recovering, that part was good. It was fanfuckingtastic. I had my arms around him to support him as we moved to the car. Then I had my hands on him to help him up. Stuff to fuel my fantasies for weeks. And he seemed fine with all of it. In fact, as he was almost back to normal and we were both standing, way too close to each other, neither of us made a move to separate. It was all I could do not to kiss him. We stayed close together the rest of that day.
There was a moment of awkwardness just before we crashed for the night, almost as if both of us wanted to make a move and both of us were afraid to. But of course nothing happened. We saved the town, trashed another alien experiment, the usual.
He was kind of quiet the next day as we left town. I try not to read too much into all of this. But maybe things aren't so hopeless after all.
My data collection is going rather well, I think.
-More later, Eddie