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There were days of an awkward standoff. The pair looking at each other, as if they were strangers again. The way they didn’t speak, they just lived almost separately but not. Grian found himself leaving food and drink out on the side as if Mumbo was a feral cat he had to feed, and all the while they shared a bed. They didn’t share a bedtime or sleeping pattern, as time went on Mumbo was staying up later and later, engrossed in his folder of codes and stories. Grian would wake up and see Mumbo fast asleep clutching the folders as it was a teddy, only to wake for lunch. Grian would do his best to care for them, and not snap. Often failing before going to bed, and leaving Mumbo to his code.
Grian tried to hold back the sadness in him but sometimes it spilled out. Sometimes it was in the shower, where angry tears fell or maybe it was in the form of nasty words, muttered under his breath or sometimes it came out in a sigh. He was still struggling keeping the harsh ugly words inside of him. He could feel the gap between them in bed growing. Mumbo didn’t cuddle up to him as much before… no more arms around his waist, no hand in his, no familiarity pressed against him. Mumbo was… leaving him in a way.
Grian was very surprised that in very early one morning, Mumbo had moved closer, waking him as Mumbo’s head fell on his shoulder, and his arm slipping around his waist. Grian closed his eyes for a long couple of seconds, just breathing in and pretending that the last couple weeks didn’t happen. He wasn’t miserable and feeling so lonely when he was so close to what was supposed to be his best friend. He could just pretend that Mumbo was happy and wanted to be here with him instead of his folders.
Grian may have been a bit too lost in his own memories, as Mumbo was in his dreams, because he didn’t realise what was happening at first. He could feel him move closer. So warm and familiar against him, with Mumbo snuggling closer. His lips brushing Grian’s neck. His arm around his waist pulling him closer pressing into him softly. Grian wondered if he was settling but no… the kisses continued along with soft breathy noises. Ones Grian wasn’t supposed to be hearing.
Grian was so shocked he stayed there for a couple of seconds before Mumbo pressed more into him and he felt something else nudging against his ass. Grian wasn’t a virgin but it had been years since he… well did anything with anyone. He had signed off on all of that, but he knew what a hard cock felt like. Grian bit back the fear that shot through him, he swallowed the ugly. He had been in this position before… He told himself that he would never let himself be in this position again. He wouldn’t accept this from anyone again much less a ‘friend’.
The phantom feel of hands on his skin, from someone long gone, joined Mumbo and Grian just couldn’t. To make it worse, to rub salt in his wounds, Mumbo was quietly whispering those hated words. “Lit…le…. Hea… heart.”
Of course, it was his fucking Little Heart he was thinking about. Grian was lying in bed, reliving the worse moments of his old life while experiencing a whole new worse moment of his new life, while Mumbo was having a fucking sex dream. Mumbo was spending all day trying to escape Grian and now in his dreams he was escaping him to go fuck. Grian wondered when he started crying as his best friend humped him in his sleep.
Grian eventually managed to pull himself away from Mumbo’s grasp, tears on his face, throat aching, stomach squirming, ghost hands still touching him. He could still feel them… even after all those years. There were just somethings you just didn’t forget. Grian wondered if he woke Mumbo up right now, was he going to say the same things? Was he going to repeat those dreaded words? Tell him the same fucking lies? Make Grian think it was all in his head again? Or worse blame Grian? Grian certainly didn’t rub against him, or grope his dick.
Grian found himself back in the chair, shaking, knees pressed against his chest and rocking slightly as he tried to stop the wordless sobs rocking through him. His entire body aching from how tight he had wrapped himself up, his shoulders shaking. His knees were soaked in tears as he pressed his face against them. He could see out of his blurry vision Mumbo slowly humping and grinding his pillow, softly moaning for his Little Heart.
His Little Heart who meant so fucking much to him but where were they? Not fucking here. Grian was here, as much as he really didn’t want to be. Grian looked around, needing to escape before deciding a shower would be good. Maybe he would feel clean again… maybe he would stop feeling those hands on him… and maybe he could pretend he wasn’t crying, it was just shower water on his cheeks.