Hunter handed him the navy one, but before putting on the other one he took his sweet time getting his dirty shirt, and a few other used clothes, form the floor and putting them in a pile in the corner of the room. Maybe a little part of him wanted to stay shirtless and show off his muscles just a little bit longer since Milo was in the room. “I can throw your dirty shirt in the wash with mine if you want?”
Milo nodded, handing his dirty shirt to Hunter after he changed. The shirt went down to the middle of his thighs and it was baggy on him. He took a big breath and smelled Hunter's scent on the shirt causing Milo to smile. All the while, he kept glancing to Hunter's muscles.
Hunter tossed Milo’s shirt into the pile of dirty clothes, then turned back to Milo, accidentally dropping his clean shirt because wow Milo was so cute. Hunter’s chest shown brightly in accordance with how he felt. He didn’t even realize he was staring.
"Like what you see?" Milo said raising his eyebrows up and down before bursting into laughter while lifting up his arms to further show how big the shirt was. (Let's just pretend it's long-sleeved because I really want Milo to have sweater paws rn) Slightly running around the bed and over to Hunter, Milo gave him a big hug, or at least he tried. He seemed extra small in the shirt he was in making the hug that much cuter.
(Aww yes sweater paws are soooo cute!)
Hunter laughed, quickly wrapping his arms around Milo in response. “You are absolutely the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” He told him with a grin, not even caring that he was still shirtless. “Dang I don’t know how I managed to even live without you in my life like this.”
Milo's smile wasn't going to leave his face anytime soon, this was one of the best feelings in the world. "I really don't know either, but it must have been rough." He buried his face into Hunter's bare chest even more, if that was possible. "I love you soo much…"
“I love you so much too…” Hunter murmured with a smile, his hands drifting up and down Milo’s back. “I want to stay like this forever, love…” He added softly with a smile. Such an impossible wish but that didn’t stop him from wishing it. He loved the feeling of holding Milo so close, he loved the feeling of Milo’s breath on his chest, he loved seeing him in his oversized clothing…. “I love everything about you.”
"Then let's do it." Whispered Milo, closing his eyes a smile still on his lips. A fuzzy feeling bubbled up in him, his chest glowing brighter. His arms tightened around Hunter a bit more. "Right now, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Hunter tightened his grip around Milo, his hands slowly drifting to the rim of Milo’s pants. “You really want to do it with me?” He breathed, his chest glowing brighter with the words.
"Why wouldn't I want to spend my whole life with you?" Milo couldn't think of a reason not to be with Hunter. The most exciting thing in his life before this was winning at a quiz bowl tournament, and Milo wasn't very competitive.
Hunter smiled a little, but something else hung heavy in his heart. “I’m not good enough for you…” He murmured, his chest dulling a bit. Hunter had hurt Milo so badly, what if…. what if he ever went back to that kind of life? What if he became abusive, or… or what if he became like his father?
Milo stood on his toes and gave Hunter a little kiss. "You are perfect, you are more than good enough for me." He assured Hunter, looking into his eyes. He knew Hunter had changed and he doubted that there would ever be a relapse in behavior.
Hunter’s smile came back at the little kiss, and he placed his face in Milo’s hair. He breathed him in, committing him to memory. “I love you,” He murmured, his hands moving up and down Milo’s back in large circles. “I love you so much…. Milo I don’t want to hurt you…”
"You won't, I know that for a fact. If you make an effort not to, which you already have, then you don't have to worry about it." Explained Milo. He got tired on his toes so he stood regularly, keeping himself close to Hunter.
Hunter took a deep breath, “But Milo…” His heart started to increase in its pace. He’d never told anyone of this story. Usually it was always some adult telling it for him, like the foster care lady telling Wendy and Carl or the cops telling his elementary school principal why he hadn’t been at school for a week. “Milo I need to tell you something,” He whispered, taking another deep breath to try to calm his nerves. Milo deserves to know.
"What is it?" Some concern filled Milo's brain. He could feel Hunter's heartbeat speed up. "Do you want to sit down?" He asked looking up at Hunter before he spoke.
Hunter nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat as he moved to sit on his bed. Gosh, where would he even begin? “Just… I’m just so worried about hurting you because- because I’m worried I’ll turn into my dad. My -er- biological one.” Hunter clenched his hands to keep them from shaking. “The reason I liked to bully you because I hated not having control, I-I liked the feeling of power I got when I- when I hurt you. Because not having control reminded me of when my dad beat my mom and all I could do was- was watch,” Hunter voice broke and a few tears escaping his eyes, which he furiously tried to wipe away. “I was t-too young to do anything.”
Hunter took a deep, shaky breath as he made himself continue, “Some days he said he loved her to the bottom of his heart. And then some days he hurt her on a whim. And one- one day she- she was driving. I-I was in the backseat. Sh-She must’ve took a wrong turn somewhere be-because we got lost in the woods, and it was really late so w-we couldn’t see much.” Hunter closed his eyes, trying to keep himself calm. He could stop himself from shaking as he continued, “And m-my dad didn’t like it. He st-started beating her. He f-forced her out of the car and beat her on the side of the road. A-And I-I just-“ watched. Hunter couldn’t complete the sentence aloud, tears beginning to stream down his face. “Th-the next day, someone f-found me next to her. M-My dad kicked me out of the car too, and I just sat there like a useless piece of shit. And s-she was- she was dead by morning because I didn’t do anything.” Hunter spat out the last part, his face contorting between a mix of rage -at himself- and anguish.
Tears welled up in Milo's eyes seeing Hunter in that much emotional pain. "I'm… that's so terrible…" He said in a weak voice. He did the only thing he could think of, hold Hunter. He wrapped his arms around Hunter, letting him cry into him if he needed to. He let his arms roam around Hunter's back in circles, planting a soft kiss or two on his temple.
When Milo wrapped his arms around him, Hunter just broke. He sobbed into Milo’s shoulder, clinging to him like a koala. “I-I j-just d-don’t w-want t-to turn in-into h-him,” He managed to get out between sobs. Hunter hardly ever cried, and had always shoved that story in the back of his head. But telling Milo… it made him feel better. Even crying on his soulmate’s shoulder made him feel better. Because he was no longer alone.
"I don't think you even have the ability to turn into him. You are too caring and aware of yourself to do that." Milo murmured softly into Hunter's ear. He was glad Hunter told him, he knew that Hunter trusted him now and that meant a lot to Milo.
Milo’s sweet words calmed Hunter’s shaking fingers and put his racing heart at rest. “Th-Thank you Milo… for fixing me…” He mumbled into Milo’s shoulder, soaking in his warmth. Because if they had never become soulmates… Hunter would’ve become a monster instead.
"You're welcome, my dear." Milo smiled a little, kissing Hunter's temple again. He felt Hunter's heartbeat slow, making Milo happy. He unwrapped arms, cupping Hunter's cheeks and wiping away the tear with his thumbs. "I love you, and that's not changing anytime soon."
A shaky smile grew on Hunter’s face, even through the tears. Then he slowly leaned in and kissed Milo’s lips, murmuring, “Thank you… just- thank you.” Hunter realized he very much needed Milo in his life. And with Milo’s soothing words… Hunter believed in himself. That he’d never turn into what he feared most.
Milo nodded slightly, kissing Hunter back. He entangled one of his hands in Hunter's hair, the other going back to his back. He was so glad he could help Hunter, to him Hunter deserved the world.
Hunter leaned his forehead into Milo’s before kissing him again. His chest was back to glowing, even brighter than before. He was stronger than his past. His father was in jail now, he was out of Hunter’s life now. Milo was in his life now, and he mattered.
Together, their chests made regular light bulbs look like darkness. Milo squeezed Hunter to him, closing any remaining space between them. If you think about it, Jacob and Chase are to thanks for this moment. They had lead Hunter to take Milo to his house, if they hadn't beat up Milo then the both of them would be sitting away from each other at lunch just wishing they could be right next to each other.
“Gosh I love you,” Hunter murmured, holding Milo against his chest and moving so he was lying on the bed with Milo on top of his chest. His lips found Milo’s again, and he kissed him gently.
(Is it bad that I want one of Hunter's foster parents or sister come in??)
(No lol, which one do you think should come? (cause like all of them would probably have different reactions to them being there and I think all are equally good so I can’t decide xD)
(Well who is most likely to be home at that time?)
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