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And I’d give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t want to go home right now.Cid closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall. He didn’t bother to get out of bed and his partner stirred in his sleep, reaching his arms for the warmth that had once pressed close against him.
The pilot smiled a bit at that. He didn’t take Barret for a cuddler. Than again, Cid liked a good hug himself, just he had an image to keep up.
They both did.And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it’s over
I just don’t want to miss you tonightRunning his fingers through his hair, Cid looked up at the ceiling as he reached for a cigarette by his bedside table. Looking down only to lit the end of the cancer stick, he gave a sigh of relief.
Was this going to be a regular thing? Were they always going to fuck like this in secret?Everything about the two seemed like it wouldn’t work. Cid didn’t take Barret to be—well, gay. Not that it was a problem.
Barret was loud and the biggest asshole ever really. However, Cid understood him. He liked him. Liked hanging out with him, liked going drinking with him. [ And he loved the sex with him but he didn’t want to have to take care of another problem at the moment. ]And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.The body shifted again, pulling him closer. “Yer smokin’ again, foo’.” The voice was low, almost soft.
Cid smiled and took a long drag of his cigarette. “Did I wake ya?”
“Nah,” He mumbled, tugging on his waist. “now get the fuck back here.”And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you’d bleed just to know you’re aliveCid chuckled but put out his cancer stick, crawling back under the covers with the man. “Fuckin’ needy bitch.”
“Foo’, I am tryin’ ta sleep.”
And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I amThe pilot smiled and molded his body with Barret’s. If this was going to be a regular thing, maybe it wasn’t so bad. It was nice to have someone there he could talk with. Someone he could relate to almost.
“—I love ya.”
“I love ya too, Blondie.”
