sugar | {quillon/tobias} blitz

i wanna keep you at a distance
pull you close when it's convenient
made a vow but couldn't keep it
in the moment i always mean it

His eyes opened to a foreign place, and for a moment, he was lost. One click, two, and it wasn't until he noticed the boy sleeping next to him that his memory came back. Fingers trembling against Quillon's back, toes flexing, his breath hitched for a three count, back arched.

"Shit."

Tobias stood, knocking an empty bottle of alcohol off the edge of the bed in the process. He groaned when the sound echoed across the room, tried telling it to "Sh!" before it was too late.

The other boy in the bed rolled over to meet Tobias's gaze. It was still night time by a long shot. Skylights still soared past the windows regularly, which meant if he headed back soon his indiscretion may have gone completely unnoticed.

"I have good self control," he remembered thinking the night before, sneaking into the bar after hours. Never would have guessed another tribute would have the same idea.

"Alcohol bested me," Tobias said, pulling his pants up, "I was just leaving."

Part of him wanted Quillon to tell him to stop before he buttoned them, so he allowed his hands to lay idle for just a moment longer, eyes meeting with eyes. But the other part demanded he leave before he got into trouble, so he buttoned them anyway.

"See ya around," he whispered, ducking out of the door while still trying to put his shirt back on.

you take it out of me
i know it's not your fault
i do this to myself, you know
i do this to myself