Through the Screen

chris ignores the buzzing in his pocket as abel 's fingers curl in his hair, their mouths moving together uncoordinatedly, trying to learn the pattern of either's movements.

abel 's lips are moving against chris' in frustration, his free hand is gripping chris' shirt to pull him closer in anger, and helpless, pathethic tears are clouding his vision at the pure thought of betrayal.

noah has made his life a living hell with all his stupid fucking doubt, acting irrationally upon something for which he has no proof, sleeping with other people to spite abel and endangering their relationship just because of his issues.

is almost tired with him

wrong," chris mumbles nervously, his fingers still not loosening their grip on abel 's waist and abel rests his forehead

off the edge once again, tears falling straight down his flushed cheeks and landing

abel gives up for the second time that night, climbing mindlessly in chris' lap to straddle him, and falling limp against the

at abel 's face, his eyes bloodshot both from drinking and from crying. his face has almost no colour except for the tip of his nose that has turned red from sniffling, and the