Thread: Que Sera, Sera (random fics)

These two are just perfect I can't D 333 They appeared the portrait of serenity. Hadley's normally styled curls were mussed and falling in his eyes but he didn't seem to notice. He was too busy focussing on his brother's hands. The imitation of those beautiful hands had filled his sketchpad and he had memorized what they looked like by now, but the contrast that the linking of their fingers created had him wishing he could capture this image as well. Blake's fingers were long and slender and pale, whereas his were short and slightly more tan. They were both fair of skin but Blake's curls were short and a beautifully fiery shade of auburn that matched the hair on his face. His eyes were bright and blue and everything about him from his head down to his toes was tall and slim. Hadley, on the other hand, was shorter and may even have been described as stocky at one point if not for the significant weight loss. The face that had once been rounded had narrowed considerably which only added to the resemblance between him and Blake. Hadley had curly hair as well but his was a dark brown that appeared almost black. The same could be said for his eyes and despite the beard he insisted on growing, he always looked about four years younger than he really was. They were completely different in every way but the similarities were as solid and real as the surname they shared. The Turners. He had spent the last 15 minutes basking in Blake's tender kisses and gentle touch. They never really went beyond that. There had been that one night where Blake had stripped down to boxers and a wifebeater. Of course, the result had been the same. Hadley wasn't looking to rush things. He liked lying in Blake's arms, listening to him breathe. It was familiar and peaceful in ways only they could fully grasp. Blake was pressing the tips of their fingers together and quietly counting out each digit with an added comment every now and then that would force a smile to Hadley's face. Every time his fingers curled in response to Blake's touches, the auburn-haired young man would grin and poke Hadley's nose in order to get him to smile again. He would have liked to say that he only did it for Blake'e benefit but that would have been a half-truth. Surprisingly enough, he didn't have to force anything. He smiled because Blake made him happy. It was as simple as that. He liked that even though his life was a veritable mess of complications and failures, every moment spent with Blake was simple and so devoid of negativity that he may as well have been existing in a bubble. He did, in a sense. Blake's love was the perfect shelter where nothing and no one could get to him. Whatever failing grasp he had on societal morals somehow fizzled out into nothing when Blake wrapped him up in his arms. They were brothers. The relation might not have been one bound by blood but they were brothers in every sense of the word, but somewhere along the line, they had become so much more. What had started with a simple kiss, impromptu but sweeter than anything he could remember experiencing in his short, miserable life had turned into the most profoundly significant relationship he had ever had. Blake was his best friend and perhaps the only family he'd ever need but these days he was... He was a lover and he made Hadley feel things he probably had no business feeling. But Hadley was childishly needy and selfish and he didn't dare push Blake away, not when he wanted this as bad as he did. Blake had never let him down. He was a young paramedic with everything to gain and a whole world of possibilities ahead of him. He could have been out there having the time of his life but every night, without fail, he would come home and take care Hadley. He didn't want to think about the number of outings and parties and dates Blake had turned down with Hadley in mind. Work exhausted him but Blake never allowed himself to rest until he was convinced that Hadley was content. Every panic attack and every fear and every worry had been chased away by Blake when he really had no obligations to anyone but himself. Hadley recognised that his brother was a saint. He had only been saving his life from the first that they met. He was the father and the mother and the brother and the best friend that Hadley so desperately needed and now he was a lover too. He would never be able to thank Blake for all that he had sacrificed for him. He worked extra hours and practically murdered his social life just to care for a grown man whose own parents had kicked him to the curb. They were step-brothers and yet, Blake had never allowed him to remember it. It had to have been love, Hadley often mused, that led Blake to do what he did. He could never deny that he was loved. Heck, he was reminded every night when Blake would show up with takeout and a smile. Blake always looked tired and yet, he always had a smile for Hadley and it was a beautiful smile. Blake could have had any girl that he wanted and sometimes Hadley feared that this new found relationship of theirs was his brother's idea of settling. But then Blake would slip his arms around him and press their noses together and Hadley forgot all about his worries. Blake loved him. Why did anything else matter? Hadley? Pulled from his thoughts, the younger of the Turner brothers lifted his gaze and favoured Blake with a questioning look. Blake didn't reply right away. Instead, he brought Hadley's hand to his lips and kissed the tip of each finger. He could feel the ticklish sensation of his brother's beard hairs against his skin and felt another smile tug at the corner of his mouth. All right? Hadley nodded slowly, chewing his lower lip purely out of habit. The room was a little stuffy considering how often he was in there but they had shed most of their layers and he felt comfortable . It was more than enough. Blake reached out and brushed his thumb over Hadley's long, dark lashes. He leaned forward and rubbed their noses together before pressing a gentle kiss to the tip, forcing Hadley to wiggle it as a result. The grin on his brother's face was radiant as he traced Hadley's lower lip. You're really too cute, you know that? Hadley's initial response was to glare which only added to Blake's boyish mirth. He quickly adapted a mock look of repentance and continued on defensively. Oh, sorry. I meant devilishly handsome. You'll have to excuse me, bro. Can't think straight when I'm aroused. Hadley widened his eyes at this bold revelation and found himself snorting at his brother's flippancy. He shifted until he had his face buried into Blake's rising and falling chest. Shut up, he mumbled sleepily. Yes, boss, Blake replied at once and fell into a dutiful silence. Hadley was almost surprised by how long said silence lasted. He had just begun to slip into a peaceful slumber when he heard Blake's voice cut through the silence, causing him to stir grumpily. Hadley? he whispered. What? I love you. He lifted his head and stared at his brother, wide awake once again. Blake was still grinning at him in that adorable, boyish way of his that always made his heart skip a beat. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks and before he could stop himself, a big stupid smile had begun to spread on his face. Before he could read his brother's reaction, he dropped his head back down and hid it in Blake's chest, mumbling mutinously. To Blake's credit, he was doing his absolute best not to laugh but Hadley could feel his chest heaving with the effort. He cleared his throat and swallowed loudly. Aha. I'm sorry, what was that? Hadley kicked his feet onto the mattress. Go to sleep, he half-ordered, half-requested. Blake did laugh then, but it was more of an amused chuckling if anything. Hadley felt his brother's lips press to the top of his head and then the comfortable weight of covers being tugged over his body. Blake had nothing more to say and they lay in silence until his brother's breathing pattern slowed to one that revealed him to be asleep. Hadley lifted his head for a second time that night and stared at his brother's slumbering face. He looked so peaceful and undeterred by life's hardships and Hadley felt a strong wave of affection wash over him. Smiling, he pressed a gentle kiss to his brother's still and slack lips. I love you too, he whispered at last. It may have been a delayed response, but he meant it with all his heart.