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The bunker was quiet. Well, the main floor was, but down a few floors, through a door and into a small room were two trolls. Trickee and Ablaze, who were both drunk. Now they would only drink to take the stress off back then, the boys didn’t need to know that they drank so they would only drink on certain nights, sometimes every few months. But now? Poppy had practically dragged Branch, Boom and Hype to a sleepover. And that was a blessing in disguise.
It started off as a drinking game as they looked through their scrapbooks, filled with memories. The game was to see how many blurry photos they took of Hype, Branch, Boom and of each other when they were growing up.
Which then turned to seeing who can out drink the other. Trickee going first, gulping down his cup. Ablaze took his time drinking his, knowing damn well that if he copied Trickee's strategy, he was gonna get sick faster that way. So he took his time. By the time he was on his fifth bottle, Trickee was on the ground, groaning as he sat up.
“I think I won……” He said as he falls forward onto the bean bag Ablaze was laying on. He snorts, feeling the alcohol start to buzz in his system. “You can't even stand up Trick.” He helps Trickee pull himself onto the bean bag, his chin resting on his chest as half of his body is on the ground. “Correct! Cause I’m laying down now.” He giggles as he snuggles a little into Ablaze’s chest. He giggles himself, feeling Trickee’s hair tickle underneath his neck. He sighs as he wraps his arms around him, feeling a familiar fuzzy feeling start to crawl back, but he quickly shakes it off.
‘None of that now.’
It was a feeling that always came and went whenever he was around Trickee. It started when they were younger. A few weeks after they escaped Bergen Town and when they made the first floor of the bunker. The two were always together, whether that be from forgoring to sharing beds, the two stuck to glue. Ablaze always got that fuzzy feeling whenever the two were alone, but him being 9 during that time though it was normal.
But then again.....
It happened when a girl from the village would latch herself onto Trickee whenever they had to go to the market to get things they couldn’t get in the forest. He remembers having the urge to push the girl away whenever she would hug his arm. He remembers the face Trickee made; discomfort. Pop trolls didn’t really understand personal space, and when they did. They would mistake the time to be left alone for sadness. And they would do anything to cheer up a fellow troll
Of course…he didn’t have that problem. He went feral for awhile, he scared trolls away with the brass knuckles his mom gifted him. No one wanted to take him in and when he did get into a foster family, they always sent him back. Until….he met Trickee. He was on his own too, having runaway from his foster families, the two quickly bonded. It took awhile for Ablaze to get use to not being alone, but once he did.
He didn’t wanna separate from Trickee. He wanted to keep him safe. So when he saw the discomfort on his face that day, he growled at the girl and pulled him away from her grasp. He remembers grabbing their baskets with one hand and the other gripping Trickee’s hand and quickly walking out and towards their bunker. He only let go when he heard Trickee telling him to ease up on his hand holding.
“Sorry.” He mumbled. He watched as Trickee rubbed his hand, before he looked up, making eye contact with Ablaze, making him quickly look away.
“What was all that about?” He asked, but Ablaze didn’t answer. How could he? How was he supposed to explain that he didn’t want anyone else to hug him? Okay, Hype, Boom and Branch are the only exceptions, but that’s because they were younger than the two.
“Ablaze?” Trickee grabbed his hand, forcing him to look at him. “Did…did someone say something to you?” He asked, with a serious tone. Or at least it was supposed to be. That was another thing that contributed to his fuzzy feeling, it was that Trickee cared. To the point where he would not hesitate to fight for him. Of course he would do that for any one of them, but to him back then, it meant everything.
“No. Just that…”
‘I don’t want her hugging you-’
He shakes his head, “You looked….uncomfortable.” He hears a small “oh” from Trickee, the two stay silent. “Well,thank you for getting me out of that situation. But you didn’t have to growl at them, what if her parents come by and start an argument?” Ablaze looks up him, “Then I’ll deal with it.” Trickee looks at him with wide eyes, before they soften.
He feels his heart skip.
“You….you don’t have to do that. It was my fault for not setting boundaries.” Ablaze quickly grabs his hand again, but holds it more gently. “No. It’s not your fault. She should have asked before touching you.” He looks down and quickly lets go of his hand, before holding out his hand and shyly asks, “Can I hold your hand?” Trickee looks between him and his hand and smiles, before he grabs his hand himself.
“You don’t need to ask silly. I feel comfortable holding your hand.” He grabs one of the baskets from Ablaze’s hand and begins to pull him towards the bunker. “And it’s not just hand holding, I like your hugs!” Ablaze looks up at him, his cheeks growing darker, “Really?” Trickee nods, “Yeah! Although your skin is a bit tougher than mine, it feels nice!” Trickee looks back at him and giggles. “Your face is darker, are you embarrassed?” He teased while Ablaze quickly looked away and walked faster, “Let’s get back quickly before the others start a fire.” He tugs Trickee behind him, causing him to laugh. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about ‘Blaze!”
“Ablaze! Slow down!”
He opens his eyes, feeling Trickee shift on his chest, he was now looking at him, his eyes halfway open. He taps his finger on his forehead, “Whatcha’ thinking about?” Trickee asks as his words slur together, he rests his chin on Ablaze’s chest. His cheeks were flushed, no doubt the alcohol was warming up his body. Ablaze smiles, before tapping his finger on his head,
“Nothing to worry your little pretty head about.” He teases as he starts to undo Trickee’s hair and ruffle it. Trickee gasps, jumping up and acting surprised, “You called me pretty! Am I really pretty? *hic*” Ablaze quickly caught him and lowered him onto the bean bag. “E-easy, you’re flopping around like a fish.” Trickee glares at him, “Am I a pretty fish?” Ablaze nods, “The prettiest.”
“Yay!” He raises his arms, before dropping them. “You’re pretty handsome too ‘Blaze.” He slurs, reaching for him. Ablaze rolls his eyes, or tries to. He grabs his hands, “Yeah, yeah. Lay down now.” He tries to let go of his hand only for Trickee to grab it again. “Mmmean it this time. I mean it this time.” He slurs, trying to tug Ablaze to lay back down next to him. “I sssshould go and get some water for us while I can still stand.” Ablaze says, it was now hitting his system, but if he can act fast, he’ll be back just in time to face plant onto the floor in the room.
But as soon as he moves to get up, he feels Trickee grip his hand a little harder. He looks down and sees half lidded glassy eyes looking back up at him.
“Stay. Please stay.”
Ablaze caves in, he knows he should go get the water while he still can, but it was the voice Trickee made.
God, he can’t stand that voice.
He lays back down, pulling Trickee back close to his chest. He feels Trickee sinks into his embrace, sighing as he wraps his arms around him. “Are you okay?” Ablaze asks, as he starts to rub soothing circles. Trickee slowly nods, “Y-yeah. Just didn’t want this…..to end.” Ablaze raises an eyebrow, “Didn’t want what t-to end?” Trickee hums, pulling Ablaze closer. “This. This….warm feeling.”
Ablaze’s ear twitches, “W-what warm feeling?” Trickee starts to tap a finger on Ablaze’s chest. “It’s this feeling I’ve had….I think it started when….when we got captured by Barb.” Ah, so a couple weeks back. “Or maybe…before that, I don’t know. But….after you got…got hit by that…that fucking power chord.” He squeezes Ablaze a little, “I…I felt this coldness take over me. Like….I just lost..…” He looks up at Ablaze, making eye contact with him.
Ablaze’s breathing hitches in his throat. He shakily replies, “Lost what?”
‘Did you feel the same way?’
“Like I lost something I loved.”
The two continue to stare at each other, before Trickee lets out a sad giggle. “It’s…it’s crazy right? I mean…..I do love you, but it’s not platonic! It’s not familiar love either!” He rubs his eyes, trying to keep his breathing under control. “I know what it is! But…” He continues to rub his eyes, feeling a hand grab his and tugs it away. “But….what?” Trickee looks down at him, “But…I’m scared…scared of ruining what we have now.”
Ablaze continues to look at him, feeling his heart beating too fast. How can he tell Trickee that it’s okay? That he feels the same way.
That he loves him.
Suddenly an idea forms in his head, well not really since the alcohol may have slowed his thinking process a little. But he gently tugs Trickee’s hand down and over where his heart is. “Trickee…do you feel that?” Trickee nods. “That’s just from thinking, talking, and even looking at you.” He shifted a bit so he was now sitting up while Trickee was in his lap. “So please…..finish with what you were gonna tell me.” He rests his forehead against his.
“Please…”
It was quiet now, too quiet. Ablaze starts to think that maybe Trickee wasn’t ready. He was about to pull away when he feels a hand grab his neck and pull him in, the gap between them closed. Trickee’s lips meet his, but only for a split second as he soon backs away.
“S-sorry! Shit! I’m sorry I should have asked-” but before he could finish panicking, Ablaze pulls him back in. He feels Trickee freeze before melting and wrapping his arms around his neck. He feels like he’s on cloud nine and he doesn’t want it to stop. He soon parts away though, needing to catch his breath. He looks at Trickee and almost melts again. His face was red, as he was gasping for air.
Trickee clears his throat as he looks back at Ablaze, “Can…..can I kiss you?” Ablaze snorts, remembering the time he asked to hold Trickee’s hand. “You don’t need to ask silly.” He chuckles as Trickee turns away, his face getting darker. But he turns back to him and smiles, before leaning in again and whispering.
“I love you, Ablaze.” Before crashing his lips against his, resulting in him to fall forward with Trickee on top of him, what started off as a small kiss was soon turned into a makeout session. Trickee parts for a bit to catch his breath, but before he could continue he was flipped onto his back, Ablaze holding his wrists, he was gasping.
Ablaze stares at him with half lidded eyes, before he smiles, “I love you too, Trickee.”
He quickly kisses him again, not wanting to waste anymore time. He feels one of Trickee’s hand grip his hair as the other travels to his vest, tugging it. He parts away, quickly tugging his vest off as Trickee does the same. He goes back in, catching Trickee off guard as he catches him in an open mouth kiss.
He doesn’t want this to stop.
He wants to stay like this.
He wants to stay like this with Trickee.
He moves down to his neck, carefully grazing his teeth along his skin as he feels Trickee gasp.
“‘Blaze….”
“Hmm?”
“I…I think…”
Ablaze quickly stops, raising his hands while doing so.
“Are you okay?”
Trickee looks at him, “I think I’m gonna puke.”
—- —- —-
And he did, he almost got it on the bean bag but with Ablaze and his fast reflexes, he was able to get a trash can and place it under Trickee just in time. He feels a little bad, maybe all the excitement got to his stomach. They put a hold from what they were doing earlier, now just laying down on the beanbag.
“M’ sorry.” Trickee groans as Ablaze rubs soothing circles into his back, “It’s okay Trick. It happens.” He groans as he buries himself into Ablaze’s chest, looking up at him and smiling. “We’ll continue another…time right?” Ablaze kisses his forehead, “Yeah, definitely.” Trickee smiles as he cuddles into Ablaze, closing his eyes. “Night Ablaze….love you.” He softly goes to sleep as Ablaze grabs one of their vest on draps it over Trickee.
“Night. Love you too.”
He wraps his arms around him, letting his eyes close as he smiles.
‘Please…don’t let me forget this moment.’