2015

"Lachlan Powers!"

Mitch tore after Lachlan, who was racing down the halls with Mitch's hair dryer in hand.

"Aww, does Mitchy want his blower back?"

"Sick bastard!"

Lachlan was taller than Mitch, and therefore quicker. He made it to the top of the stairs much quicker than the Canadian boy.

"I'm only as sick as Jerome is when he fucks you."

Completely pissed now, Mitch took the steps two at a time, trying to catch up to the Aussie, which was more or less an impossible task.

At the very top, Lachlan was waiting. All he meant to do was push Mitch to the wall.

Long story short, it didn't end up that way.

Placing his hand on Mitch's chest and shoving, Mitch lost his balance and fell backwards. Instead of falling down the stairs, though, panic set it and he grabbed the railing. A sickening crack was heard, and Lachlan dropped the hair dryer and raced back down to meet him.

"Are you okay, mate?"

Mitch cradled his injured arm, which couldn't move on his own, and shut his eyes tight. "No. This hurts like hell."

Lachlan helped pull off his hoodie. As per usual, Mitch wasn't wearing anything underneath, which was both a blessing and a curse. Although Lachy could see that his arm was badly dislocated, seeing Mitch shirtless turned him into a mess.

"Aww, Lachy Dachy wishes he was Jerome right now, doesn't he?"

Mitch and Jerome weren't in a relationship, nor had they ever been in one before (that the boys knew of, at least), but the banter was high, and the jokes made more and more often.

"Oi, mate, okay. Keep telling yourself that."

Mitch grit his teeth, unable to answer. Lachlan pulled his hand away from his arm, and grabbed it with his own. Without saying a word, Mitch understood, and Lachlan slowly moved the bone back into place.

It's not like in the movies. It was slow and excruciating, and it hurt even more than it had before - until the joint was in place, at least. Lachlan heard Mitch whimper, too, which was a sound he'd love to forget.

"It's better," Mitch muttered, his lip bleeding from biting it so hard. Lachlan wiped the blood away, and stood up, offering a hand to help Mitch.

"I'm sorry. For pushing you, I mean."

"It's fine," Mitch answered, being pulled lightly to his feet by the blonde. "Kiss it and make it better?"

Lachlan chuckled and did as he asked, to Mitch's surprise, but up a little. His lips met the smaller boy's collar bone, and Mitch ducked his head as Lachlan wrapped his hoodie back around him.

"Go get dressed. I'm taking you to a doctor."

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Turns out, nothing else was wrong. A bruise on his spine was the worst of it, but even that would be hard to explain to Jerome without question. There was no way Mitch'd get away with it without Jerome making some dirty joke about he and Lachlan, and for sure, he'd get flustered and just bring on the onslaught. Jerome was his best friend, and he wouldn't have it any other way, but that man got on his nerves.

And, as he expected, when Mitch explained the small cut on his cheek, he had to add on about the bruise on his back.

"Jesus, Lachlan, take it a little easier next time," Jerome joked, and, as predicted, Mitch had to leave the room to avoid further jokes.

Lachlan came after him, and settled down next to him on the living room couch. "He was just joking."

"I know."

"What's up, Mitchy?"

"I hate those jokes."

"Why?"

Because they're too close to what I want.

Instead, Mitch just shrugged, and Lachlan sighed. "You really do want me."

Mitch looked up at him, surprised. "How did you...?"

"Because I want you too," Lachlan shrugged.

Mitch looked away, and Lachlan leaned over, his shoulder on Mitch's chest and head on the top of his arm.

"Please, Mitchy?"

"Stop calling me that."

"Why should I, Mitchy?"

"If you do, I'll date you."

"I'll take you up on that."

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2017

Mitch stepped off the plane, heading down the hall and up through the gate. As soon as he entered the actual terminal, there Lachlan stood, leaning against the wall. Dropping his bag, he raced over and hugged Lachlan, who held him close and grabbed at his hoodie.

The two got strange looks, but Jerome, who had gone with Mitch to see his own boyfriend, flipped them off.

"Fuck off. They're in love. What's so wrong with that?"

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See, Rosie? I can write fluff.

Kind of.

Anyways.

See ya next chapter?

Baiii