OTP
Phone Call
His hands were shaking as he dialed the phone. The number had been pressed into his hand with a smile but no comment as Mush--such an adorable nickname!--had attempted to drag his drunk Italian friend out of the house.
Blink was almost too terrified to call. Mush was everything he wasn't; he knew that already. Smart, sophisticated, and gorgeous, not to mention wealthy. Why he'd want Blink to call him...
The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is, uh, Michael there? ...Mush?"
"Speaking, who...?"
"Uh, Ryan."
"Ryan?" Pause. "Blink?"
"Yeah..."
An awkward pause, then, "I was afraid you wouldn't call."
Together
Blink never knew when they'd gotten together. He and Mush had met at the lodging house when he was twelve, and Mush had offered to let him share a bunk when the others were all taken. Blink hadn't been sleeping well for weeks, but lying with Mush's hand on his side, he'd slept solidly.
Being with Mush was like being home.
From there, they'd sold together, spent time together, laughed and joked together. Mush would sometimes brush his hand against Blink's. Blink would put an arm around Mush.
By the time they first kissed, they'd already been together for years.
West Wing
"I can't believe you've made me watch eight hours of this."
"It's awesome!!"
"Mush, I know you're a politics junkie, but eight hours of any TV show..."
"But... Season One of The West Wing... And you don't think Rob Lowe is hot."
"Rob Lowe is hot," Blink sighed. "And he has been for the past eight hours."
"Oh, stop sulking. We're almost done with the season."
"You're an obsessive lunatic."
"Shhhhh! Zoey's about to ask out Charlie and it's adorable!!"
"Obsessive, crazy, wacked out lunatic..."
"Shhh shhh shhh!!"
"Also, you already know every episode by heart, so--"
"SHHHH!!!"
"Lunatic."
Yearbook
Blink sheepishly handed his yearbook to Mush. "I know you don't know me," he said quietly, embarassed. "I just want to be able to show my kids and pretend I was cool in high school."
Mush grinned. "No problem." He flipped the book open to the almost signatureless back cover, and began to write.
I've been in love with you for six years. Figured I can finally say so since I'll never see you again. Love, Mush.
He handed it back. Blink read. "Heh heh... Uh... Funny." He could have kicked himself.
"...Not really a joke." Mush winked. "Happy graduation."
First Time
"I, uh, I just don't want you to think I'm..." Blink's cheeks were bright red. He could feel it. "That is, I... I haven't..."
"It's okay." Mush kissed him, gently.
"I just, uh, I'm a little nervous. I mean... If I'm not good..."
"You'll be fine." Mush gripped his hand tightly, fingers interlocking.
"I just... I mean. I want to, but I..."
"Blink, sweetie." Mush kissed his cheek. "I love you. This is just for fun... It's a big deal, but it's not a big deal."
"That makes no sense."
"I know. Just don't worry."
"Mush?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
Rain
It was raining. And oh dear god did Mush love the rain. It was a nice warm spring rain, too, and it was a sign that school would be out in a month or so, and that grass and flowers were starting to grow. He tossed a look at Blink, his boyfriend of two years.
That was the real reason he loved rain. Blink held his arms out and sort of spun, staring up at the sky. Blink loved it.
And Mush loved how Blink's clothes were clinging to him, showing off every beautiful detail of his body... Every detail.
Functional
There was screaming in the next room.
"--Goddamn ugly Italian faggot!"
"Please make them stop." Mush snuggled closer to Blink.
"Yeah, well, fuck you, you fucking anorexic undersized nymphomaniac fairy!"
Blink kissed the top of Mush's head, he loved Mush's curls. "It's what they do. It'll blow over."
"Get the HELL OUT OF MY LIFE."
"Are you sure?"
"It always has before."
"I fucking HATE YOU!"
"I hate it when they do that. I hope we never end up like that."
"Don't worry. We won't."
Mush looked up at Blink and they kissed.
They never ended up like that.
Sex
Mush's skin was dark and smooth, and his body was so amazing Blink couldn't believe he was only sixteen. His hands splayed over Mush's back, pale in contrast, with bitten off nails which dug slightly into Mush's skin.
Mush groaned into the pillow and arched his back, thrusting upwards slightly; a wave of pleasure rippled through Blink's body and he gripped Mush's shoulders tighter, moving closer, further...
Sweat beaded on his skin, his forehead, his chest, his back... Glancing down he saw Mush was the same, would leave sweat stains on the sheets.
Then, red light danced behind his eyes.
April Showers
Blink sat up on the catwalk and blushed. Why the school would do a variety show instead of an actual play, he didn't know. But that was their spring musical, and too shy to ever act himself, Blink was content to do tech.
The spotlight currently focused on Mush Meyers, and whenever Blink watched Mush, he blushed. He couldn't help it.
"...April showers may come your way, they bring the flowers that bloom in May..."
He was singing and dancing, wearing a fedora, and looking like he'd just stepped out of Hollywood in the 1940s.
Blink watched him, and blushed.
This Means War
The crisp snow was fresh, and everyone had hoped that school would be canceled early... But no luck. Mush sighed and walked through the ankle deep stuff, kicking it as he went. He hated winter.
And he really hated snow.
An explosion of cold hit the side of his face and he whirled, then saw Kid Blink standing a few feet away, packing a snow ball in his hands. Mush glared. "Of course you realize--" he started.
"--This means war!" Blink finished, and let the next snowball fly.
Okay. So maybe Mush didn't hate the snow that much.