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he sighed as he made his way through the parking lot. of COURSE he had forgotten to buy food for work. now he had to rush a shopping spree at walmart with only a bike and a backpack.
the only good thing was that his shift ended earlier than usual, so atleast he had a good amount of time before the store closed.
..but as he walked in, he felt weird.
his whole body felt tingly, his mind felt foggy.. the air felt thin around him.. oh no, no! not right now-
ooo explosion
the last thing he remembered before his vision blacked out was the flames billowing at the walmart and people rushing out and screaming.. fuck. he caused this...
he opened his eyes, grunting as he felt pain all over his body. dammit, would he go to jail for this? he technically endangered multiple lives while exploding a building. not his fault, he couldnt control it! whatever. he just hoped everyone was safe.
"psst."
maybe this hospital visit would help him, they could try and see whats wrong with him! but.. he hadnt had the best luck with any other doctor. itd be all the same.
"psst."
jeez, what the fuck was that noise?
he turned his head, looking at the second person in the room. said person was lying on another hospital bed, and he had bandages on his cheek, his arm, and his leg.
he was looking right at kevin.
"hey."
kevin tilted his head, squinting his eyes. wait, why did he look familiar?
"whu- OH, streber?!"
"yep. how'd ya get in here?"
kevin glances away, biting his lip.
"..i blew up."
streber narrowed his eyes.
"..what??"
"im serious! i set a fucking store on fire! i cant control it!"
"you committed ARSON?" streber exclaimed, shifting in his bed.
"NO! i fucking EXPLODED!"
streber blinked, and eventually lied back down.
"lets move on. how have you been?
kev shrugged, reaching up to rub at his face. "shitty. works been exhausting, but my boss has been more merciful and has been letting me get off my recent shifts earlier."
"ah. thats good."
"how about you?"
"i was gonna go to a bar to make out with some guys." streber said, raising a finger to fidget at one of his mouth piercings.
"huh. nice. wish i could do that."
streber laughed, "come with me then, i know an awesome gay bar. its literally where i was planning to go. just, some people interrupted that." streber gestured at the bandages on his body.
"i might take you up on that offer. im free monday, so.."
"unfortunately i dont know if i can come with you, tore some ligaments in my knee."
"jeez, did you get attacked?" kevin grimaced, realizing that sounded a bit rude. ugh, he should think before he speaks..
"eh, basically? no matter what, they started it, and i only fought back in self defense."
"glad you.. won?"
streber smiled, "of course i did. i literally knocked one out."
"woofh! good for you. wish you didnt end up hospitalized though."
streber shrugged, "ill be fine. ethan helped me out."
..
"hey you said you were planning to.. neck with some guys at that bar?"
streber raised a brow, "yes?"
"you didnt get to do that?"
"obviously not. i wouldnt be so pissed if i did."
kevin bit his lip, wondering if he should say this.
ah, fuck it. its worth a shot.
"you could.. make out with me?"
streber stared at him, bewildered. but eventually he relaxed.
"sure. let me come over there."
he hobbled out of bed, limping over to kevin. he then swung his leg over kevins hip, and heaved himself on top, straddling kev.
"dont mean to flirt, but.. youre so handsome." streber murmured, running his hands onto kevs cheeks. he then cupped his face, rubbing his thumbs against kevs skin.
before kevin could speak, streber pressed his lips against kevins. kevin squealed, tilting his head and grabbing at strebers shoulder. god- those piercings felt amazing on his mouth.. a wonderfully pleasant cold contrast to the warmth of strebers mouth.
he hummed as streber opened his mouth ever so slightly, running the tip of his forked tongue against kevs bottom lip. this felt fucking awesome..
and then he felt funny.
his mind was foggy, his stomach felt awful- GODDAMMIT!
ooo explosion #2
he coughed, feeling weird circles against his back and arms. oh gross, those were skittles. fuck. fuckkkk! he did it again!
he groaned, looking up at the sky. wonderful, he wasnt even in the hospital anymore.
he then heard hacking beside him, and he quickly looked over, finding streber right beside him, quivering in a small pile of skittles. "..you werent joking," he rasped out.
"..i wasnt."