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Private Chat: Stephen & Gerard.
Stephen: Where are you? I thought we said the docks at 6?
Gerard: it's 6? Fuck. I'll be there in a min
Stephen: Okay.
Stephen is looking over at the water when he hears footsteps and then heavy breathing behind him. He turns around with a wide smile which quickly falls.
Gerard looks awful, pale but sweaty - a only one of those makes sense.
"You didn't need to run."
Gerard while clutching his side gives a small smile. "I wanted to. Sorry I got caught up with homework."
"Was that homework for Professor Professorson's night class?"
It's at Gerard's tilt of the head that Stephen realises that Gerard never watched Community with him. "It's a sitcom reference. You were clearly asleep, next try to lose the bed head before meeting up with your boyfriend."
Gerard walks up to him and kisses him. Leaning their foreheads together afterwards he says "We wake up together. If you didn't want to see your boyfriend with bedhead you shouldn't made it so we were roommates."
Stephen wants to see Gerard's bedhead everyday for the rest of life. Even after quick naps the short stands of Gerard's hair stick up, it's a different mess than what created when Stephen runs his hand through it.
They sit with their legs dangling off the side of the dock, just enjoying each other peaceful company.
There's always someone causing noise when they're in their rooms, whether it's saxophone noises or Neil and Knox singing Taylor Swift at full volume or Hopkins attempting an indoor basketball game that's always ends with Cameron yelling at him. The water isn't even making noise right now. There's faint laughter in the behind but if anything it adds to the environment, very park scene in a romantic comedy.
Stephen leans against him, Gerard putting an arm around his waist and squeezing.
They talk quietly, planning their next robotics project and then what movie they should watch at the weekend. Stephen looks around them, from the water to the trees and to the sky, clouds just visible in the twilight sky. There's one that looks like a squished cat.
When he points it out, they start up a game of cloud watching.
It's after Gerard points out that a cloud looks like a stormtrooper that Stephen leans over and kisses him. Soft and delicate like the moment.
Gerard puts his hand on the back of his neck and pulls them closer together, twisting his head slightly.
And then they're making out, less delicately.
After trading kisses for a while, Stephen slips his hand under Gerard's sweater, the warm skin bringing warmth to the cold November air.
Gerard leans back and Stephen tries to follow but a hand lands on his chest. "We're outside. Someone will most definitely see us."
"We could take this to our bedroom."
"That is a very good idea, Mr Meeks."
"Lead the way, Mr Pitts."
Stephen's brain short circuits when he hears Gerard mumble "When we get married, in so taking your name." They're too young and Stephen may be so in love but for now if he thinks about marriage too much he will freak out. So he's pretending he didn't hear and that Gerard is in fact good at talking under his breath.
They stay up to leave for their room and Gerard sways lightly. Stephen puts his hand to catch before he can fall in the water.
"Careful, babe. Can't have sex if you're soaking wet."
Gerard's lips tug up in a smirk, "Not if it's shower sex."
"We have communal showers so that's a no." Stephen grabs Gerard's hand and starts dragging him down the dock. But they only make it a few steps before Gerard stops.
He's got his other hand up holding his head and Stephen's heart rate picks up.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, Stephen." But Gerard's answer is contradicted when he stumbles and falls. Stephen immediately moves closer and manages to catch him before he lands on the ground.
His eye lids are closed and his body limb. Stephen lowers the both of them to the ground and repeats a mixture of "Gerard?" and"Pitts?" and "Babe?" over and over again. His heart playing a drum solo and his breath catching.
With trembling fingers he punches a number in on his phone, staring down at a pale face and hoping and hoping it's not the worst.
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