[He'd been fooling himself into thinking that this would be okay. That this would be alright. That he could fake this, "steal breath" in some weird way. He thought maybe it could be like reverse CPR. He'd been hoping it would be like that.
It wasn't, though. It never had been planned to be like that. Instead, he was being forced into kissing Rick, or really, being kissed by Rick. He felt his throat work into a swallow, involuntarily, even while he inhaled, audible, even over the rush of water.
He held on, tight, onto the hand lacing into his. They'd held hands before. The comfort of human contact a rare thing to reach out to, but when they were about to die, it seemed to be necessary. Like all the loneliness had been so futile. Hadn't been worth it. He held on for dear life, hoping that whatever this was, it was going to work.
Because maybe letting Rick take charge was just a little too easy for him.
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It wasn't, though. It never had been planned to be like that. Instead, he was being forced into kissing Rick, or really, being kissed by Rick. He felt his throat work into a swallow, involuntarily, even while he inhaled, audible, even over the rush of water.
He held on, tight, onto the hand lacing into his. They'd held hands before. The comfort of human contact a rare thing to reach out to, but when they were about to die, it seemed to be necessary. Like all the loneliness had been so futile. Hadn't been worth it. He held on for dear life, hoping that whatever this was, it was going to work.
Because maybe letting Rick take charge was just a little too easy for him.
He couldn't allow for that. ]