Through the Screen

Chapter 71

chris ignores the buzzing in his pocket as abel 's fingers curl in his hair, their mouths moving together

uncoordinatedly, trying to learn the pattern of either's movements.

abel 's lips are moving against chris' in frustration, his free hand is gripping chris' shirt to pull him closer

in anger, and helpless, pathethic tears are clouding his vision at the pure thought of betrayal.

noah has made his life a living hell with all his stupid fucking doubt, acting irrationally upon something

for which he has no proof, sleeping with other people to spite abel and endangering their relationship

just because of his issues.

abel is almost tired with him now.

"abel this is so fucking wrong," chris mumbles nervously, his fingers still not loosening their grip on abel

's waist and abel rests his forehead against chris' momentarily before huffing out a deep breath.

"i know," abel sighs, voice almost a whisper as he feels himself tumbling off the edge once again, tears

falling straight down his flushed cheeks and landing heavily on the floor, carrying all the weight of abel

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chris doesn't reply, only because he doesn't know how to. he just wraps his arms tightly around abel 's

waist and pulls him closer—and abel gives up for the second time that night, climbing mindlessly in

chris' lap to straddle him, and falling limp against the green eyed boy, his face buried into chris'

shoulder as he cries silently.

"abel," chris pulls away slightly to look at abel 's face, his eyes bloodshot both from drinking and from

crying. his face has almost no colour except for the tip of his nose that has turned red from sniffling,

and the apples of his cheeks that have a soft blush painted over them out of emotions or the cold

weather, chris fails to know.

"yeah?" abel 's voice is almost as listless as his face—full of emotion but still drained of energy—and

chris leans forward to press a soft kiss against his lips, and abel has no mind to pull away. he just

places his clammy palms against both chris' cheeks, shifting in his lap so he can get closer.

when chris breaks the kiss, his lips move over to abel 's cheek, soft, light kisses lining the brunet's jaw

before he stops and places one last kiss against abel 's shoulder.

"let's get out of here okay?"