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The loudest flop could be heard when Bob let himself fall onto the couch.
Bob and Bosip were out all day, just really keeping themselves busy. Unfortunately for Bob, he had lost absolutely all of his energy while being the emotional ball of energy he usually was. Getting more upset at small inconveniences than he should, getting excited after seeing something that caught his eye, it really did drain him, and Bosip could easily tell by the time they had come driving back home.
“Alright Bob, if you want to sleep without snapping your back in half, it’d be a good idea to go upstairs,” Bosip said, tugging the edge of the blue haired boy’s jeans gently, urging him not to fall asleep on their very uncomfortable couch. He doesn’t want to even begin to imagine how much complaining he would have to deal with in the morning.
All that came from Bob was a muffled groan. He kicked his legs a little bit, making Bosip remove his hand from where he clung, and he scoffed playfully. “Come on, Blue. You’ll be much more comfortable in your own bed.”
The nickname slipped past Bosip’s lips before he could stop himself, and he felt himself blush ever so slightly. But it seemed to make Bob tilt his head up and to the side where he stood, hiding his embarrassment with a smile. “... Fine.”
Bosip sighed happily, slowly beginning to walk towards the stairs, until Bob grabbed his wrist and tugged gently. The blonde quickly turned around to see the other boy slowly sitting up, still holding onto his wrist. “Too tired. Carry me.”
“Bob…” Bosip began, walking towards the blue haired boy with a smile. That smile disappeared when Bob pulled Bosip down onto the couch, making him sit down as Bob quickly made his way into the other’s lap, wrapping his arms and legs around him tightly, unmoving. Bosip was unbelievably red faced, stiff and unsure what to do with his arms other than hesitantly snake them around Bob’s back. “Fine. I’ll carry you. Just this once.”
The blue haired boy nestled his face into the older’s neck, making him shiver. He took that as the ‘I’m ready to go’, and carefully stood up while holding onto Bob’s back with care. It’s not like Bob was heavy; honestly quite the opposite, at least for Bosip. Truthfully, he had just wanted to have as little physical contact with his best friend to avoid doing something stupid and possibly ruining their long lasting friendship. He knew he wasn’t that much of a fool to let that happen, but it still worried him.
Taking his time up the stairs, Bosip made it to Bob’s bedroom door and gently opened it with a creak. The boy’s room looked fairly clean for once, which the blonde would have to commend him for later. He slowly walked towards the bed in the back of the room, almost hesitant to finally stop there to put Bob down. Holding him was oddly comforting; he was warm and gentle with himself, despite being a rambunctious person. It made Bosip feel fuzzy, but he decided to ignore it.
The boy leaned over and let Bob flop onto bed, gently of course, after a few moments of him not wanting to let go. He didn’t shimmy out of his clothes, which Bosip silently frowned upon, and he just laid down, grabbing for a blanket. “Hope you’re comfortable.” The taller smiled warmly at the boy below him, moving a long strand of hair from his face. “Goodnight, Blue.”
And once again, a hand gently wrapped itself around Bosip’s wrist, grabbing his attention immediately. He spun around to see Bob, half asleep, half awake and aware, now sitting up. “Can’t you stay in my room for tonight?”
Bosip blushed. “Why would I?” He realized how cold that sounded and flinched. “I… Is there a reason you want me to stay? Are you alright?”
“I’m okay,” Bob said groggily, brushing another strand of hair from the corner of his mouth, “I just— I want you here. With me. Just for a bit longer.”
If Bosip wasn’t a blushing mess before, he sure was now. “Oh.” He gently wriggled his wrist out of Bob’s gentle hold, and grabbed his hand with a slight squeeze. “I can do that. Where should I sleep?”
“Next to me, silly,” Bob stated, letting go of the blonde’s hand and moving over slightly to make more room. Bosip internally panicked, knowing that this was going to be more intimate than he was ever used to. He was scared, honestly. Being this close to your best friend, your crush , all while the air around you is oddly domestic? Something was going to happen, and Bosip wasn’t sure if he preferred it to be good or bad. He was almost overwhelmed, but just silently slipped into Bob’s bed, sitting next to him with a smile.
Instead of saying goodnight and just falling asleep, Bosip looked over to Bob, watching him just stare into his hands, which were almost completely covered in his sweater arms. He smiled. “Hey Bo?”
“Hm?”
“I…” Bosip shifted to face his friend entirely, clasping his hands together in his lap nervously. “I care about you. A lot. You mean a lot. Like, to me.” Bob looked up at Bosip, who smiled back warmly, and he looked back down with pink dusting his cheeks. “I hope you know that. And I hope you know that I— that I’m glad we’re close.” A pause. “I don’t make you uncomfortable, do I?”
“Not at all!” Bosip replied hurriedly, reaching his hands out to the boy in front of him. “Trust me, if you did, you would know by now.” The simple response seemed to be enough for Bob, as he looked up into the other’s eyes with an awkward smile and sighed. “Cool.”
Another pause. The air was scarily tense, a feeling unlike anything both boys have felt around each other almost at all. Bob fidgeted with his sweater sleeves quietly. “Bosip?”
“Bob?” He responded shakily, arms now crossed over one another to try keeping himself from shaking. He was fairly relaxed and laid back, but this oddly felt like some sort of confrontation, which the boy was absolutely horrified of. He wasn’t ready to have something be pointed out, especially by his crush, especially in the state he’s in.
“Shit I— nevermind.” The blue haired boy rubbed his temples, staring down at his crossed legs with an emotion Bosip couldn’t quite catch. This… it felt strange. He so badly wanted to just spill his feelings, especially with how close they’ve been recently. Not just today, but for a while they’ve just been oddly much closer. Much more intimate. More involved with each other in ways they couldn’t imagine anyone else being. It drove Bosip crazy, he couldn’t help but feel like there may have been something there, but he was still so scared. Loving someone was hard.
“Bob,” Bosip said, running a hand down his scarred arm. He didn’t realize he had even said anything until the blue haired boy turned towards him, hands on his pink tinted cheeks. It was so cute, Bosip just wanted to grab his hands and hold them while he covered his face in kisses. He wanted to just spill everything and finally be able to love this boy.
“I… Fuck.” Bosip put his head in his hands, closing his eyes tightly. Why was saying it so difficult?
“Bo? You—“
“Bob, I’m in love with you.”
The room went silent. It felt like all background noise had been turned off, all of the white noise that was running seconds ago was pulled from existence. “I… I love you. Like, I want to hold your hand all the time and look at you and just tell you how nice you look and how cute you are. You are just… my entire world. I can't get you out of my mind.”
Bob clasped his hands together, putting them in front of his bright pink face. Bosip moved his hands from his own face, crossing them once again as the sudden energy he got from confessing started to fade back into tiredness and anxiety. “You— If you don’t feel the same that’s okay. You also don’t have to talk to me anymore either. I get this can’t be weird and if—“
The blonde was cut off by Bob quickly turning towards him, sitting on his knees. He slowly leaned forward, hands on either side of him on the bed, and connected his lips with Bosip’s. It was hesitant and unsure at first, and then Bosip returned the sentiment with a content smile and a hum, and Bob practically melted into it. All of the tension in his body faded entirely, and he could've swore he almost melted when he felt Bosip bring his hands to his cheeks.
After a moment they separated, faces red and eyes wide and full of surprise. After a second of realizing what had just happened, the blonde smiled and chuckled, still holding onto Bob’s face gently. The blue haired boy smiled widely, leaning face first into the other’s chest. He felt fuzzy, like he was dreaming and none of this was real. But it was, it really was, and that made him completely giddy. “Unfair. I had to confess, you just got to kiss me.”
Bob snickered, wrapping his arms around Bosip’s chest, sighing as he felt the tiredness from 20 minutes ago start to crash over him again. “Well, I love you too. We can make out or something in the morning. I’m sleepy.”
Bosip reddened before letting out a light chuckle. “Fine by me.”