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[Community] that's when I could finally breathe (Abed/Troy)
Title: that's when I could finally breathe
Fandom: Community
Length: 375 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Community, Abed/Troy, his zombie apocalypse preparedness routine didn't include protocols for this.
Pairing: Abed/Troy
Other: PG for sexual themes.
Excerpt: "We did not plan for this," Abed said. Troy's hands were warm on his abdomen, comforting. Troy was tracing over the scars that Abed had managed to acquire in his life. Most of them were from before the apocalypse, to be fair. The one Troy was putting his attention to now was from a merry-go-round incident when he was four. Troy knew that, but he kissed it anyway.
Abed and Troy made a promise a long time ago: if either of them ever zombified, the other would shoot them. No hesitations, no desperate pleading with a brainless creature, just a single gunshot.
So they had that contingency worked out. They had the last two bullets sorted, in case they were overwhelmed by a superior force, and they had several different meeting places worked out in case they got separated. They even had a few different caches around the town.
"We did not plan for this," Abed said. Troy's hands were warm on his abdomen, comforting. Troy was tracing over the scars that Abed had managed to acquire in his life. Most of them were from before the apocalypse, to be fair. The one Troy was putting his attention to now was from a merry-go-round incident when he was four. Troy knew that, but he kissed it anyway.
"I think it's an adrenaline thing," Troy lied. His pupils were wide and he was panting, not just because they had been running, but because there was nowhere else to run now. They were safe here, at least for the moment, and it had just seemed right when Abed leaned over and kissed Troy.
"Perhaps," Abed said, and his breath hitched as Troy's teeth skimmed his hip. His hand tightened in Troy's. "But this changes everything."
"It doesn't have to," Troy said, sliding his hand up under Abed's shirt and resting his palm on Abed's heart, which beat steadily.
"It definitely does," Abed declared. "Now we have to consider all the romantic tropes. It's usually the woman who dies, but I don't think either of us is playing that role."
Troy kissed Abed -- not to shut him up, because Abed had a good point and they really should work through the scenarios before more zombies found them. It just seemed more important to kiss him right now, to press their skin together, to show Abed that no matter how short their future was, they were going to be in it together until the end. Whatever his reasoning for it.
"Actually, I love you," he admitted to Abed.
"I know," Abed said, and when the zombies didn't burst in, he put his hand down Troy's shorts.
Fandom: Community
Length: 375 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Community, Abed/Troy, his zombie apocalypse preparedness routine didn't include protocols for this.
Pairing: Abed/Troy
Other: PG for sexual themes.
Excerpt: "We did not plan for this," Abed said. Troy's hands were warm on his abdomen, comforting. Troy was tracing over the scars that Abed had managed to acquire in his life. Most of them were from before the apocalypse, to be fair. The one Troy was putting his attention to now was from a merry-go-round incident when he was four. Troy knew that, but he kissed it anyway.
Abed and Troy made a promise a long time ago: if either of them ever zombified, the other would shoot them. No hesitations, no desperate pleading with a brainless creature, just a single gunshot.
So they had that contingency worked out. They had the last two bullets sorted, in case they were overwhelmed by a superior force, and they had several different meeting places worked out in case they got separated. They even had a few different caches around the town.
"We did not plan for this," Abed said. Troy's hands were warm on his abdomen, comforting. Troy was tracing over the scars that Abed had managed to acquire in his life. Most of them were from before the apocalypse, to be fair. The one Troy was putting his attention to now was from a merry-go-round incident when he was four. Troy knew that, but he kissed it anyway.
"I think it's an adrenaline thing," Troy lied. His pupils were wide and he was panting, not just because they had been running, but because there was nowhere else to run now. They were safe here, at least for the moment, and it had just seemed right when Abed leaned over and kissed Troy.
"Perhaps," Abed said, and his breath hitched as Troy's teeth skimmed his hip. His hand tightened in Troy's. "But this changes everything."
"It doesn't have to," Troy said, sliding his hand up under Abed's shirt and resting his palm on Abed's heart, which beat steadily.
"It definitely does," Abed declared. "Now we have to consider all the romantic tropes. It's usually the woman who dies, but I don't think either of us is playing that role."
Troy kissed Abed -- not to shut him up, because Abed had a good point and they really should work through the scenarios before more zombies found them. It just seemed more important to kiss him right now, to press their skin together, to show Abed that no matter how short their future was, they were going to be in it together until the end. Whatever his reasoning for it.
"Actually, I love you," he admitted to Abed.
"I know," Abed said, and when the zombies didn't burst in, he put his hand down Troy's shorts.