Hold You

        Wesley lazily ruffled the hair on the back of his head with his hand as he tapped on the door. R.J. had gone out on a solo mission and he had attempted to keep himself preoccupied to no avail. It wouldn't hurt to check if he was back, he figured, so he sped on over. He blew a raspberry and picked at the ground with the toe of his sneaker vacantly as the pounding of feet running to the door got closer then the lock clicked open.

"Hello-- Oh! Wesley!" Raina grinned wide at seeing Wesley standing at the door and he flicked his head in acknowledgement and grinned back. "Hey. Is R.J. back?" He said politely, but couldn't resist the urge to look past her shoulder to check for himself. "Oh." Her expression fell instantly and she put her hands on her hips, "He's in his room. He might not want to see you though---" He didn't waste a second as he zipped past her, leaving a blur and a blast of air in his wake.

"R.J.!" His knocking echoed like thunder as he tapped furiously without pause.

"Go away." R.J.'s voice stated quickly, as if he was pre occupied with something else.

"Oh, come on, man!" Wesley crossed his arms and tapped his foot like a hyperactive rabbit, "You're not indecent right?"

"No but--" R.J. began but Wesley had already busted into his room and he barely had time to pull his cape to cover his arm, seeing as he hadn't changed out of his uniform yet. Wesley noticed the movement immediately and went to the bedside, where R.J. was sitting. He blinked at the cape then looked up at R.J.'s face quizzically.

R.J. shrugged cooly as he put his other hand over the cape protectively, "It's nothing."

The red head frowned and grabbed at the cape to pull it off, "If it's nothing, then you can show me!"

R.J. roughly grabbed his wrist to stop him while shooting Wesley an intimidating scowl. Wesley took the opportunity to reach over and lift the cape up with his other hand to glance at the arm. The dark haired boy looked away at the ceiling as Wesley's eyes widened in surprise.

R.J.'s arm was sliced open from the elbow to his shoulder in four clean lines, blood seeping out of the gash and dripping onto his bed. Wesley blinked a few times before getting out, "R.J., you could have lost your arm--"

R.J. snapped his arm back and replaced the cape in one fluid movement, "I know."

The red head sighed and examined R.J's masked face, "Err, sorry if I was prying..."

"Don't worry yourself over it." R.J. slyly avoided eye contact with a careful tilt of his head. He remembered what he was doing right before Wesley had shown up as he caught sight of the roll of gauze on his bed side table. He reached out with his good arm but the speedster beat him to it and snatched the gauze up before R.J. was even able to reach half of the way there.

R.J. looked up at Wesley as he held his injured arm gently in hand by tenderly lifting his hand up.  The cape slid off R.J.'s slim arm to expose the laceration in the lamp light, making the wound only look more grave as its depth was reflected in the lighting. Wesley climbed up onto the bed slowly, in order to avoid bouncing the bed and possibly disturb R.J. and the arm. He leaned closer and turned the arm ever so carefully to examine it. R.J.'s cheeks flushed at the proximity and he suddenly regained interest in the ceiling.

The speedster took on an uncharacteristic slowness to his movements as he attentively propped R.J.'s arm out as if he was a puppeteer. R.J. swallowed as he felt a red hue dust his pale face, unknown to his friend who kept complete focus on bandaging up the arm properly. Once Wesley had taped the loose ends up, he ran the back of his fingers lightly against the bandage to check if they were going to stay put and was done to his satisfaction. The blush on R.J.'s cheeks spread from one ear to the other as he watched Wesley's touch with a tinge longing slightly filtering through his mask. Wesley looked up slightly once he noticed R.J.'s staring in his peripheral vision and R.J. shifted his gaze away at the floor in response, embarrassment muddling his usually collected features.

"Hey, are you okay?" Wesley asked with a soft voice, hand moving away from the flustered boy's wound, "Did that hurt? Sorry..."

"No." R.J. shook his head slightly, his bangs and mask a convenient curtain to hide his rosy skin. Wesley's eyes narrowed in suspicion and he experimentally took R.J.'s better hand in his. His light green eyes searched into the eyes of R.J.'s mask, barely able to make out the fervor burning through them.

Wesley murmured without breaking the entranced stare, "You can tell me."

R.J shied his eyes down at bed then nods hesitantly. "Well." He began uncertainly and after a brief pause swallowed his apprehension. The red haired boy kept his comforting hold of R.J.'s hand and R.J. sweetly took it in both of his own gloved hands as he continued in a small voice, "See," he began softly, Wesley's eyes zeroed in on his, "I was thinking that if I lost my arm it'd be harder to hold you and--" Wesley started to raise his other hand up near R.J.'s face, causing the boy to stop.

R.J. looked puzzled at first, then realized the intention as the speedster pinched the edge of his mask between his index finger and thumb. He held in a breath in suspension as he allowed Wesley to peel it off, blinking his striking dark eyes as the mask glided past their feet and rested at the foot of the bed.

Wesley's cheeks heated up a little at the sight as he brushed R.J.'s wispy bangs back then cradled the side of the dark haired boy's head in his hand. R.J. opened his mouth slightly to speak but silenced, moving one of his hands up to Wesley's opposite cheek to mirror the gesture.

Both of their faces warmed up the air around them as they gazed straight into each other's pupils. Wesley's heart pounded and he could barely hear himself whisper with all the feeling he could muster, "I love you too." He slowly drew R.J.'s face closer with a gentle prompt of his hand and adjusted his head's placement to brush their lips together.

R.J.'s hand flexed slightly at the slight contact, instinctively cupping Wesley's cheek in response. Wesley's fingers tangled up into R.J.'s blue locks as he pressed his lips stronger against the sweet, welcoming, and rather surprising embrace of his love's own.

R.J. weaved his hand out of Wesley's grip as their lips met in another chaste peck and snaked it up to curl around the red head's neck. Wesley remembered the injury R.J. had and kept his freed hand to his side. Their eyes hung half open, mesmerized completely by each other before closing them for one last quick kiss.

After a few seconds, R.J. broke the kiss to breathe and stared into Wesley's eyes. The corners of his mouth turned up in a slight grin and Wesley reciprocated it.  The dark eyed boy rested his forehead down on Wesley's shoulder as he took a deep breath in exhaustion. Wesley's grin widened to its usual size and he tenderly drew R.J. close to his chest. "It's time you rest. You need that arm." He breathed into into the other boy's ear. R.J. nodded slightly, being carefully not to disturb the warm embrace. Wesley sighed and gently lowered R.J. down onto the bed and patted his head with a serene smile. "Sleep well." He said and stood up to leave.

R.J. swiftly seized his hand before he was able to step away, "Don't go." He keeps up a straight gaze as the other boy turns back to him, "I want to hold you while I can."

Wesley blinked in surprise at first then smiled and climbed over to lie down next to him. R.J. snuggled close, heeding to his arm, and hugged onto the other boy like he was a giant, fluffy teddy bear. "Night." He said as he wiggled his head into the crook of Wesley's neck.

"G'night." Wesley chuckled as he could tell R.J. was still red in the face and yawned. He mumbled incoherently from drowsiness before kissing R.J.'s forehead and drifted to sleep with the boy he loves in his arms.