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Scott had been in bed for the past few days now. He couldn't shake this sickness off. Martyn was staying in Ren’s dorm because he didn't want to get sick. Nobody came to check in on Scott. Nobody except for one person. The bright yellow hair, so warm and welcoming. His red eyes, not scary, but kind and caring. No.. He couldn't be thinking like that. Tango was just a friend. He just didn't want Scott to be sick anymore. Right?
Scott sat up at the sound of soft knocking. The knocking he recognised as Tango’s. “Come In!” Scott yelled faintly, his head hurting too much to allow himself to get any louder. He heard the gentle footsteps approaching, the ones that only Tango had. The footsteps he heard down the hallway walking to classes. The pattern of the footsteps engraved in his memory. The ones he heard walking towards him.
Tango knelt beside Scotts bed. “Feeling any better?” He said, placing the back of his hand on Scotts forehead. Scott felt his face heat up at the motion.
Scott groaned “Ehhh, could be better.. A Lot better.” Scott lied back down. “Could use some ibuprofen though”
“Okay, i'll grab some for you” Tango got up and started towards the kitchen. “Top cabinet, correct?”
“Mhm” Scott closed his eyes. “Bring me some water too, please. I can't swallow them dry..” He mumbled, his voice dry and raspy. Probably from the lack of hydration he was having. Scott got migraines often, but never like this one. Sometimes they even lasted for multiple days, but not this horribly.
Tango returned with the water and ibuprofen. He gently placed a hand on Scotts shoulder. “I got you the stuff.” Tango placed it on his bedside table. Scott groaned as he sat up.
“Thank you.. For all of this” Scott said as he took a sip of the water, placed the tablet in his mouth and swallowed.
“For getting you ibuprofen?” Tango relaxed next to scotts bed.
“No.. not just that..” Scott started slowly. His raspy voice fading as he sipped more water. “For the past few days. I honestly don't know how I would be without you..” Scott didn't mean to get all sappy like this, but his head hurt too much to care.
Tango knew he was blushing at Scotts words. “Well.. I mean Martyn kinda just left you alone and I felt bad.” Tango lied, he kept coming over to see Scott. He cared for Scott more than he cared for anyone.
“Well, uh.. I'm going to get myself a glass of water..” Tango placed his hand on the edge of Scotts bed to lift himself off the floor, only for it to be met with the soft touch of a hand. Tango looked up at Scott, his face tired but still.. Cute.. Tango couldn't think properly. Before Tango could register what was happening, his hand was flipped over and suddenly Scotts fingers were intertwined between his. Scott has tears in his eyes, obviously being suppressed. Tango felt a wave of sadness for the elf. He sat up on his knees and leaned closer on Scotts bed.
Tango ran a hand through Scott's hair, admiring the softness and length of it. “Hey.. I'm here..” Tango rested his free hand on Scotts shoulder. Scott let out a soft sob and tried to sit up, but Tango wouldn't let him. “You need rest, Scott.”
Scott just gave up trying to do anything. He just let things happen. But he didn't want this to end. He didn't care how sick he was, or how much he felt like actual death. He was with Tango, and that was all that mattered. Tango was there, his hands laced between Scotts. He never wanted Tango to leave.
Scott began to drift off, hand still in Tango’s. But he was snapped back from his dazing by the feel of Tango moving. His hand loosening and letting go of Scott’s. Without thinking Scott turns to face tango, eyes meeting. “No..” Scott mumbles, a hint of sadness in his voice. Tango is stunned, he thought Scott was asleep. “Stay.. Please?” Tango couldn’t believe what was happening. Did Scott really want him to stay? Tango focused on Scotts face admiring every little detail. Every single spot and freckle. The little creases now permanently around his eyes from his smile. He looked different now though. He looked like.. Himself. Not pressured by people around him. Not being forced to hide away his emotions. Just Him . Without thinking he said “Have you always been this beautiful?”
“What..?” Scott replied. Tango panicked. Why did he just say that? Tango looked back at Scott, his eyes looking into Tangos with a.. Smile?
Scott didn't say anything, instead he lifted a hand and cupped it around Tango's cheek. His face tinting shades of pink. “And you’re saying this while I'm sick?” Scott teased. Tango let out a soft laugh, to which Scott smiled at.
“You're always beautiful.” Tango stopped caring about what he was saying at this point. All he knew was that he wanted Scott badly . Tango felt Scott pull his face closer. He took his spare hand, the one that wasn't holding Scotts hand, and rested it on the side of Scotts waist. It was like they fit perfectly together. The way that they laid together was like the final piece of a puzzle being placed. It was perfect. The way their foreheads touched, how they both knew exactly what to do with their hands. It was as if he was dreaming.
Tango looked down at Scotts lips. Slight smudges of makeup left on them. He mustn't have had the time to take his makeup off before the migraine. Tango's thoughts were stopped suddenly by the feel of something touching his lips. Scott was brushing his thumb softly against Tango's lips. Tango looked into Scotts eyes, as if asking for permission. Scott slightly nodded, so slightly that it could only be noticed if someone was as close as Tango was. He didn't think twice before leaning into Scotts lips. In an instant their lips were touching. It was like time had stopped. They were both in a trance, trapped in the feeling of the others lips.
Scott pulled away from Tango's lips for a second, to catch his breath. They both looked at each other's eyes, absolutely mesmerised by one another. Tango didn't care at all how Scott looked, and Scott didn't care how Tango had soft flames flickering off the ends of his hair. All that they cared about was how amazing the other was.
“I.. wow .” Tango couldn’t say anything except for that. His mind was just filled with the thought of Scott. How amazing he is, How he always manages to be stunning, how he can always manage to make someone feel better, how well he kisses.
Scott grabbed Tango's waist and pulled the blaze closer to him. Tango didn't hesitate to gently hold Scotts neck and hold him close. They fit together as if they were made for eachother. Tango moved his hand up to the elfs hair, gently playing with it, combing his fingers through the beautiful cyan hair. Tango was so close to Scott that he could feel the smile forming on Scotts face.
“Clearly the ibuprofen worked.” Tango joked. Scott hummed “You did too.” And just like that, there was comfortable silence. They fell asleep in eachothers arms.