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“You’re not real,” Maddison hiccuped, then pouted. He wiped a stray tear that fell on his cheek. “If I let go, you might disappear again.”
“What?”
“Don’t look so confused, Sammy! Even your apparition’s dumb.”
Something seemed to click and understanding washed over Sam’s expression, so when he brought Maddison against him again, Maddison wheezed, his breath knocked out of his chest.
“I’m here, you dumbass. What the hell were you thinking?” And then, softly, “I’m here.”
“You’re here?” Even to his own ears, Maddison knew he sounded like a loser. “You’re for real?
Sam chuckled, “Yes. Seriously, Mads. I know you have the wildest imagination but conjuring people is way out of your league.”
Maddison gasped in awe. Sam was here. He was real and Maddison was not imagining it, none of what happened last night was a dream. It was real. “You love me? It wasn’t a dream?”
He knew Sam was blushing even without seeing his face. “Yes, Mads. I said it so many times last night. How dare you think it was just a dream?”
“Because it was too good to be true.”
“Well, believe it.”
Just like that, Maddison was content again. Happiness came back and he hugged Sam tighter. And, just like that, Maddison was also suddenly flooded with embarrassment. All that crying.
“I really am a dumbass.”
Sam snorted. “Yeah, well, you’re my dumbass.”
"Sammy," Maddison whined.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just," A smile, shy but there. Maddison couldn't resist squeezing Sam. "I'm so happy."
Sam chuckled, a deep tune that always made Maddison's stomach flutter. He felt the press of a pair of lips on his temple and he wondered again how in the world this was happening to him.
"Do you want to go back to sleep?" Sam asked after a while of them locked in each other's arms. He was running his fingers through Maddison's hair, comforting him when he hiccupped once in a while, the after effects of crying.
Maddison shook his head. "I'm fine. But Sammy," pulling away to look at the other's face, giving him a questioning look. "Where've you been?"
"The convenience store," he answered matter of factly. A scowl suddenly appeared on Sam's face and then he was hitting Maddison's head. "You irresponsible dumbass! I woke up and thought I'd prepare us something to eat but all I saw in your cupboard were cup noodles and instant ramen. And your fridge. Really, Maddison? Boxes of chocolate milk and energy drinks? How old are you? No wonder you're so fucking thin. Is that all you eat — "
"Sammy!" Maddison whined, pouting and covering his ears for full effect. "You're not my mom. You're my — you're my boyfriend! Or something..."
Sam blushed. And gods, he was gorgeous. Maddison's fingers itched for his canvas.
"Yeah, well. I'm your," A cough. "Your boyfriend. So I have to assume responsibility somehow. Dumbass."
"You could have done it a bit more sweetly."
"Shut up. I got you groceries, Mads. You gotta pay me for it."
Maddison grinned, "Can I kiss you instead?"
The flushing intensifies.
"I guess," Sam mumbled.
Maddison cupped his face before planting a kiss on the tip of his nose, then his cheek, the other one, before kissing Sam's lips softly. "Thank you, Sam."
