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Blake smiled up at the bright sky, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face, just listening to the wind rustling the leaves of his flowering azalababa. Unfortunately, the big 2027 did not wait for anybody, and Blake knew that better than most, so he needed to get going on his day.
As he walked down his street, he made sure to press every single doorbell he had installed on all his neighbours’ doors. They seemed so happy when he installed this system and stopped blowing up their homes to get their attention, so he decided to remind them everyday of how wonderful the new doorbells were. He was so caught up in the joy of reminding every neighbour of the joy of the doorbells that he wasn’t even paying attention to whose houses’ doorbells he rung, just spending enough time to hear the two note chime and moving on to the next one. Looking back, he should’ve paid more attention because right as he got to the end of his street, and was about to hit the final doorbell, he heard a voice from behind him.
“Aw, Blakey, you know it’s rude to ring someone’s doorbell, just to leave them hanging. You’re so silly.” Blake felt a chill run down his spine. He hadn’t even realized he had rung Roswo’s doorbell. It’s not like he disliked Roswo by any means, but he could be intense at times. Sometimes more intense than Blake could handle.
“Oh, Roswo! You need to stop sneaking up on me like that!” Blake turned around to face Roswo, a big smile on his face. “If you still find yourself doing that with your friends in the big 2027, it’ll work, but I can show you how to-”
“Oh, I’m ready for anything you show me Blake. If there’s anything you want me to show you..” Roswo took Blake’s shaking hands in his own and slowly and gently pulled Blake closer towards him, smirking. “..well, you just need to let me know.”
Blake could feel the blood rush to his head and he forced himself to stand still to not give away how unsteady he felt. “W-well, Roswo, if you have a tutorial or some-something else you want to show me, just send it my way and I’ll surely look it over! Anything for a friend..”
Blake saw Roswo’s smirk drop for a second, but it quickly came back. “I saw you followed the wedding altar tutorial I made. I knew you were gonna use flowering azalababa leaves, instead of the cherry.”
“Oh, yeah! Thank you for that tutorial! I was feeling pretty tired that day, so not having to come up with a tutorial was very useful. I can’t wait to find out whose wedding it’s for!” Blake tried to ignore how Roswo was ever so slowly pulling them closer together, but the shared body heat was slowly becoming suffocating.
Roswo looked away from Blake for a split-second, eyes darting around as though he was searching for something, before they fell back on Blake. “You understood the point then, Blake.” Roswo whispered. His voice had gone even deeper than before. “You even mentioned how excited you were for the end rods too.”
Blake felt his mind go blank. He couldn’t even begin to think of a response, all his energy was focused on remaining upright. He could feel himself swaying away from Roswo, so he tried to correct himself back upwards, but realized he over corrected just a few seconds too late, right when his head fell onto Roswo’s shoulder.
Roswo’s hands had immediately left Blake’s and instead went to wrap around Blake’s body, to hold him up. “You alright there, Blakey? You know I built us a shower just how you like it. You just need to tell me what to do when we get there.”
Blake took a deep breath in, trying to ignore how he could smell the minty hints of Roswo’s shampoo, and pushed his head back up. “Roswo, I need you to- I-I want you to-.”
Roswo was smirking again, playing with the ends of Blake’s hair. “What do you need from me, Blake? Anything you want from me is yours.”
Blake ignored how he could feel his face flush and took a step back, out of reach of Roswo’s grip. “I’m really glad you caught me there, Roswo! Guess I felt a little woozy there for a second, but I’m all good now! I might just go home to rest today though. Nice seeing you around!” Blake then quickly turned away and started walking back home, not sparing a glance back to Roswo. Roswo just followed behind him though.
“You sure you don’t want to go back to my place? It’s closer and I’ve got a pretty roomy bed, definitely got enough space for the two of us...”
Blake had already taken too many risks today. He couldn’t lose any more control in this dynamic. Luckily, Roswo has made it very clear what makes him tick. So, Blake turned around, staring right as Roswo. That surprised Roswo, who suddenly stopped in his tracks. “I know your bed is pretty big, but I think the two of us could do better with a bit of a smaller bed. You don’t need much room to cuddle with the homies, after all! I’ll send you instructions on how to fix it.”
Roswo’s smile grew. “Mm, special instructions just for me, Blakey? Can’t wait to get those... I can’t wait to listen to your every word and do everything you say.”
“Mhm... there is a slight problem though. If I go to your house, I won’t have time to make these really special instructions!”
Blake could see Roswo trying to fight the smirk from growing even more. “I’ll do whatever you want from me, my Blakey. I do hope we can take this up to each other’s rooms at some point though. I’d love to follow all your special instructions in person...”
“Thank you! I work really hard on all my tutorials. I’ll let you know about the other part later!” Blake then ran back to his house, not even bothering to try out his own doorbell. He couldn’t relax until he felt the quartz bricks under his feet and he felt himself slam the door shut behind him.
Then he slid onto the floor, back to the door, his face hidden in his knees, gasping for air. “How do you do this to me, Roswo...?” He felt a cool breeze hit his face and reached up to realize his face was wet. Roswo had him crying... Blake choked out another sob. “..so many people follow my tutorials, but none of them make me feel like you do...why..?”
He couldn’t take it any longer and fully gave in to the sobs. Why was he acting like this? What could that mean about them? What could that mean about him?