Obstacles in the way .... (Masky x Hoodie OS)

~Hoodie's PoV~

I lay on the couch, watching some stupid comedy when Masky entered the room. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep, knowing he would see it. We didn't wear our masks when we're all alone. Even if I should have got used to it by now, I still like his real face better.

He placed a wet towel on my forehead, I flinched a bit due to the sudden, cold sensation. I was sick. Yeah. But nothing serious, just a simple fever, a cold. Nothing more. But Masky kept nursing me, no matter how much I say I'm okay. Not that I could complain, I loved this, but he should think a bit more about himself.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt his fingers slowly combing through my hair. A small smile crept itself on my 'sleeping' face. I know he wouldn't do such things when I was awake, so I enjoyed the small moment of affection he gave as good as possible. But this moment didn't last too long, soon he sighted and moved away. I felt a strange feeling in my stomach, I wanted him to come back and go on, if it was to me he could do this the whole day. I bet if he would stay with me like this I would be better in no time, but that was sadly only my opinion I think.

I heard the TV turning off and it was completely silent. Then I felt someone sitting on the couch to my feet, probably Masky, since no one else was in the room. He sighted, sat there for a moment and then he stood up again. I opened my eyes a bit, seeing him with his back to me. Masky then grabbed his cigarettes and went out of the room.

I sat up, holding the towel in place and stared at the closed door. I wished he wouldn't smoke. Someone said "For every cigarette you smoke your life is 6 minutes shorter." I and especially Masky didn't believe in it. I because I didn't want to admit that he could get seriously sick, or even could die. And Masky because I keep bugging him because of that, wanting him to stop. He keeps telling me, it would only be a habit. I want to believe him, but somehow it doesn't quite work...

I put the towel away and followed him out, my hands buried in my pocket. Then I slipped into some shoes that were laying around, they were way to tall by the way. Because of that I kinda stumbled to the front door, but it doesn't matter. At the moment I was too lazy to search mine.
"What are you doing out here?" Masky asked, his gaze laying on the depths of the forest, the cigarette in one hand, from time to time taking a breath. I didn't answer, just followed his gaze. He sighted and threw that damn thing away, knowing it was the reason I didn't answer. When I still didn't answer he turned to me, he put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it slightly. "Let's go back in, you're sick." I felt his gaze at me, but I didn't respond.

"I don't wanna." I finally said after a while.

"Hoodie you're..."

"I said I don't want to!" I interrupted him, for some reason I got angry now. "Why do you even care?!" 'It's okay Hoodie, calm down' "Better think of yourself first! You're sick too! I just got a damn cold, I can take care of myself just fine!" 'Stop saying this' "Every time you start coughing I am worried as hell and you just act like it's nothing! Maybe you could start with stop smoking, but no, it's just a damn habit!" 'Stop...'

"Hoodie.." I didn't noticed the small tears in his eyes as I just kept on screaming.

"You know what?! Okay, I don't care! If you really want to die by lung cancer then go on! Keep on with your fucking habit ! But then don't come and ask me for help!" And with that I left, slamming the front door. 'What the fuck?!' I ran up to my room, locking it behind myself. I kicked off the shoes I still don't know whose they are and threw myself on my bed, tears running down my face. 'What have I done?' The same moment I said those word I regretted them.

"WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?" With every time I repeated that word I slammed my fists against the wall, not caring they started to bleed and hurt like hell. The wall was thick, it wouldn't break, showing me how weak I am.

I finally stopped, resting my head against the wall, crying, hiccuping. My knuckles were numb, the blood already started to dry. I heard knocking against the door. I didn't want to see him now. I didn't want him to see me like this.

"Go away."

"... Hoodie"

"Go away!" I cried.

'Don't go. Try again.'

Long time there was silence. I gave up and thought Masky was long gone, I started to slowly drift away, but the pain in my body kept me awake. I dared not to move a muscle, still quietly sobbing. I felt like shit, I hurt him.

...

Hours later....~

~Masky's PoV~

Again I stood in front of his door. No sound came from the inside. I looked down at the key in my hand, it was the spare key to Hoodie's room. For a moment I thought of the things he said to me earlier. They hurt me, of course. But I knew he didn't meant it, or so I hoped.

I knocked the door again, maybe he would open it by himself. "Hoodie?" No answer. I waited a bit longer, but when the door didn't open after a while, I let the key slid into the hole and turned it, unlocking the door. I placed a hand onto the handle and slowly pushed it downwards. First off nothing was seen. The lights were off, the curtains shut. "Hoodie?" I asked again, now my voice was filled with worry. I stepped further into the room, now hearing muffeled sobs.

When I reached his bed, I could see Hoodie under his blanket, curled up, slightly shivering. He still was sick, so I didn't know what to do. Was he asleep or is he awake? I sat down on the edge of his bed, nothing happened, I slowly let my fingers comb his fluffy hair, again nothing. I sighted and was about to go, letting him rest a bit, but then I heard his quiet, raspy voice. "Don't leave"

I looked down on him, he was holding my hand to keep me in place, still not looking at me. A slight blush crept itself on my cheeks, but I didn't care at the moment.
"I'm sorry for what I said..."

"It's okay..." I said, nearly whispering. I placed my other hand on his back, gently rubbing it in comfort. Hoodie then groaned slightly. I stopped abruptly, did I hurt him?
"... Don't stop.... It's only... I'm slightly ticklish there. " At the last phrase he chuckled a bit. I sighted in relive, everything is okay. Then it took me a moment to understand his statement.

~Hoodie's PoV~

At the moment I was so happy Masky couldn't see my face, because when he placed his hand back on my side, a bit above my hip, I was blushing like mad.

"You mean there? " He asked in a teasing way. First off his fingertips gently stroke the point, making me shiver a bit. I couldn't lie, I loved this. I loved the way he touched me. I loved him.

Then suddenly he started to tickle me merciless, I tried not to laugh, but that was harder than thought. Finally I couldn't hold it any longer and I broke out in laughter. I struggled to escape him, but Masky hold onto me like my life depends on it. Meanwhile he managed it to flip me onto my back, I didn't noticed.
Between many laughs I tried to say something, it was really hard.
"... Stop.. I c-can't breath.. " I laughed again.
As he stopped I was panting and smiled, some laughing tears in my eyes. I looked up and saw Masky hovering over me, pinning my writs above my head with one hand, his other hand supporting him next to my head.
I blushed madly when I realized our current position. I tried to get free, but he firmly hold me in place.
"Don't struggle..." His free hand moved to my cheek and caressed it gently. There was this strange, yet beautiful feeling in my stomach. As Masky bend down I smiled and closed my eyes, waiting for the one moment I ever dreamed of.

...

...

Suddenly there was a loud crash. The door was slammed open.
"Heeeey guuuuys!! I'm BAAAACK! ............................ Masky's raping Hoodie? Oooooh ~ Not gonna bother you ~"
Toby. I blushed and pushed Masky off myself, Masky on the other hand jumped off the bed and ran towards Toby.
"You shitty little brat!!"

Toby, not silly, ran away laughing, chanting "Masky and Hoodie, sitting on a tree..."

"Shut the fuck up!"

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

The last thing I heard was Toby's laughter and him repeating the chant. Now that I had both of the keys of my room I locked it again, then I hid under my blankets in embarrassment. I wouldn't be able to come out the next two hundret years or so.......

~ End <3 ~