This Isn’t a Storybook Bromance

This story is by Hopeless Romantic. It was created from a bored mind at work well gazing at two co-working who she decided to ship.

This Isn’t a Storybook Bromance

Meet Jonathan. His blonde hair is cropped and his blue eyes sparkle with a tad bit of mischief as he goes about his day, whether it be flipping burgers or interacting with his peers. His boyfriend, Cameron, adjusts his glasses as he takes in the scene of his boyfriend, large green eyes rolling as their German shepherd puppy yanked on his pant leg, causing Jonathan to curse loudly. Cameron ran a hand through his short black hair as his boyfriend made his way over to him, slightly falling into the others lap, looking up with a goofy grin before placing a sloppy kiss on the others lips. He thought, ‘this is life’.

Or it was, until she came around. Her name was Elizabeth, and Cameron hated her. John, of all people, was afraid to let their relationship become public, so he used her as a cover-up. Even she knew the relationship she and John had was a joke, but she didn’t question it. The shared kisses and fleeting touches became more and more pronounced between the two boys, and yet she didn’t call them out, aware of the blonde’s fear. Cameron, however, was tired of being hidden away. He wanted John to stop his stupid charade that was convincing in the least. It wasn’t like they’d be shunned, as several of their close friends (including Eboni, who was usually blind to relationships…it could be that she was into that kind of thing, but Cameron didn’t want to know. Ever.)

That’s why that one day, when John left for work, he cornered her. He knew John wasn’t going to be home for a few hours, and recounted several stories of him and John, beginning with the one he loved most.

It was dark, rainy and downright miserable outside that night, and the car had broken down. Frustrated, John nearly banged on the shiny white hood of the Camaro, before he realized the slightly malevolent look his boyfriend cast him from behind the windshield.

“What’s wrong with it?” Cam asked, hugging his arms around him, raindrops pelting his glasses if he tipped his head outside of the car a little too much.

“I don’t know. I think the engine is shot.” he cursed shortly afterwards, kicking the pavement. Nearby, Eboni was in a cheerful conversation with their manager. “We’ll have to walk.” They did, much to Eboni and Rebecca’s dismay, who tried more than once to drive them home. It wasn’t too long of a walk, but it was enough to soak them to the bone, though they persisted on walking.

That’s why that one day, when John left for work, he cornered her. He knew John wasn’t going to be home for a few hours, and recounted several stories of him and John, beginning with the one he loved most.

It was dark, rainy and downright miserable outside that night, and the car had broken down. Frustrated, John nearly banged on the shiny white hood of the Camaro, before he realized the slightly malevolent look his boyfriend cast him from behind the windshield.

“What’s wrong with it?” Cam asked, hugging his arms around him, raindrops pelting his glasses if he tipped his head outside of the car a little too much.

“I don’t know. I think the engine is shot.” he cursed shortly afterwards, kicking the pavement. Nearby, Eboni was in a cheerful conversation with their manager. “We’ll have to walk.” They did, much to Eboni and Rebecca’s dismay, who tried more than once to drive them home. It wasn’t too long of a walk, but it was enough to soak them to the bone, though they persisted on walking.

They started to walk home, the gray pavement beneath them disappearing between them as they grew closer, hands swinging down so their fingers could interlock. Soon, what had been mildly heavy rain became a downpour around them, causing them to blindly look for shelter until the particularly heavy bout of rain moved over them. They found a semblance of safety underneath an abandoned banks overhang. Cam felt John’s arms wrap around him gently, pulling into a hug. Cameron sniffled as lightning seemed to take on a life of its own around them, flashing in short bursts. He was afraid of thunderstorms. So much so that when his head was tipped up, he didn’t realize his boyfriend was going to kiss him before a split second before, warm lips meeting each other, the cool raindrops causing an amazing sensation to shiver throughout the smaller’s body as he pressed himself closer to the other, hands going to fist in the dark uniform they both wore.

Cameron smiled something akin to a wicked grin as he leaned close to her ear, recounting the way that John had slipped to his knees in front of him, nudging his ever growing need with the tip of his nose, prodding it teasingly. How he had carefully taken the zipper in his mouth and pulled it down, the sound of the little metal locks disconnecting music to Cam’s ears.

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