John woke up to warm breath on his neck,tickling his ear slightly. He smiled fondly,leaning back against the warm body behind him,his head tilting back to kiss the Italian's temple.
"Morning Anthony,"
He murmured,and the male behind him stirred,wrapping an arm around his waist subconsciously. He was pulled closer to the body behind him and he quietly said,
"I'm still here,don't worry."
Anthony made a soft sniffling sound,and John sighed,reaching an arm back to run his fingers through Anthony's chocolate-coloured curls.
"Don't worry,we're fine,you're fine."
They lay entwined for a while,not moving while John whispered soothing words to his lover. Eventually,John coaxed the Italian out of bed,and they migrated to the bathroom where they turned some hot water on for a morning shower. Few moments later,they stood under the nice warm water,washing themselves quickly. Anthony had his forehead resting against the wall opposite the showerhead,and John was tracing the scars that lined the Italian's back with his lips. Anthony never liked to talk about them,but after the first few nights of nightmares about Adam and Troy,he opened up tearfully. John couldn't believe it,but knew he had to protect Anthony the best he could. He knew the Italian would never fully recover after losing Adam,but John could just distract him from committing suicide.
They finished up and dressed before heading down to eat breakfast,after which they sat on the couch,with Anthony laying on top of John,his head buried in the black-haired male's midriff. John ran his fingers through Anthony's curls while he hummed softly,something he picked up from Anthony,who hummed it in his sleep before calming considerably. It was something dear to him,and it was sure to comfort and soothe the Italian easily. John kissed the top of Anthony's head,and he looked up,caramel eyes swimming with tears yet again. John sighed,but smiled faintly down at him,and murmured,
"We can go visit his grave today,alright?"
Anthony nodded,laying his head back down reluctantly,sniffling quietly. John sighed again,but resumed humming so that maybe Anthony's tears would stop.
An hour later,they stood in front of a black headstone in silence,the wind rustling through trees gently. They were the only ones around,and the world was quiet. The birds had fallen silent,and the wind slowly died down,leaving the two males to mourn in peace.
Anthony set down a bouquet of roses,lilies,and violets at the foot of the grave,fresh tears welling up in his eyes. John kept his distance,his hands clasped behind his back and his head lowered.
"I miss you,so much,"
Anthony murmured to the headstone,crouching down to trace the words carved into it with his fingers.
"But...I'm managing,like you wanted.."
Adam Montoya
"Smarty was willing to take me in.."
Beloved son,husband,and friend
"But..I haven't moved on,you know.."
Anthony's voice quavered,and he pressed the silver band on his ring finger to his lips for a sort of solace.
"I love you,Adam...And I will get him back for taking you away."
Anthony murmured something else quietly in Italian,before standing up fully and rubbing the tears out of his eyes. He turned back to John,who looked up and gave him a sad smile,
"You start heading back,okay? I've got some words,too."
Anthony nodded,and shoved his hands into his sweatshirt pockets,starting to walk towards the entrance. John stepped up to the grave and removed a flower [from his pockets] whose petals were a soft shade of red,and laid it down by Anthony's bouquet. He then removed a pocketwatch and kneeled down,nestling the old object among the grass right at the foot of the headstone. He ruffled the grass up so it hid the broken watch before standing back up. He lightly touched the headstone,which was cool to the touch,yet oddly soothing.
"I took it from him after he started crying each time he saw it. It reminds him of how you...I just thought you'd appreciate it here,away from his gaze,"
He said quietly,
"I'm watching over him like I promised when you confronted me,I'm protecting him,don't worry. But you're his,and always will be. He can't forget you,so I don't force him to try. I can only just keep him from hurting himself."
John said a few more words before stepping back,ready to catch up to Anthony. Someone in the distance caught his eye,and the back of his neck prickled with a mix of fear and anger as he saw the piercing dark gaze on him. He stood his ground,glaring at the man before finally turning on his heel and walking in the direction Anthony had gone. He was seething with hatred,anger and protectiveness filling his kind with countless threats and profanities directed at the man with the dark gaze.
He found Anthony stopped by a row of graves,looking around for him.
"Come on Chilled,"
John said gently,slipping his hand into the Italian's,who smiled a bit sadly down at him.
"Let's head home."
John laced their fingers together as they set off towards the shorter's home,settling into an understanding and peaceful silence.
He was there again,John's thoughts growled as they curled up on the couch later that evening. He wanted to catch Anthony by himself. He wanted to break him,that fucking bastard. I won't let him torture Anthony like that. He's dealing with his hell without Adam,I can't let his nightmares become more real than they already are.
"Hey John?"
"Mm?"
John hummed,looking down at Anthony,who was lying with his head on the other's chest,a blanket draped over his form.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
Their gazes lock,and Anthony responds softly,
"For keeping me safe."
"Don't worry about it,"
John replied,kissing the Italian's forehead gently. After all,I have to keep my word,for Adam's sake. I can't let his dying wish go to waste,or I'll be damning myself. I won't let Troy hurt you anymore than he has,Anthony.
"Will you still be here when I wake up?"
"Definitely. Don't worry Anthony,just sleep. You need it."
"But..the ni--"
"The nightmares aren't real,okay? I promise you."
"Okay..."
Anthony closed his eyes,resting his head back down on John's chest.
"But--"
"Goodnight Anthony."
Anthony huffed,but settled down,and John sighed,wrapping his arms around the Italian,leaning his head down to kiss the top of his head.
"I love you,even if you don't fully realise that,"
He murmured,before closing his eyes and resting his head on the pillow he had propped against the couch's armrest. He knew that this wouldn't last forever,but he would try his damnedest to make it last as long as it could. After all,he thought dryly before sleep devoured him,I would have to go back to my own hell without him.
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