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scared (m/mf)

He turned to Aaron. "And Aaron, you're the height of-"

"His dick!"

Aaron smacked Blake on the back of the head. A moment later, he felt a force hit the back of his that sent him stumbling, only to see that Terrence had mimicked Aaron's movement using his own strength. The 17-year-old felt like a kid, immediately pointing his finger at the shortest of the trio.

"She started it." He said, sorely rubbing the back of his head. "I didn't say it."

Terrence shrugged. "No need to hit her, though. Besides," he said, smirking as he ascended the steps himself. "she isn't wrong."

Blake stuck her tongue at him as Aaron cringed. "Gross. Use your hands or something."

Terrence shot him an incredulous look, opening the door as he stared the shorter boy down. "Did I ask you to touch?"

Blake grinned as they all followed the mini-giant into the house. "Too late. Writing the AO3 fic as we speak."

Both boys paused to turn to her, with Terrence beating out Aaron for the next word. "Why?" Aaron let the taller man's voice drown out his protests as he looked to Blake's response.

"Does it matter?" She said, sizing them both up. "Now who's on top and who-"

"No fair," Aaron had said instead, surprising the other two teens. "I bet on you and Terrence being endgame."

Terrence gave the 6'7 teen a soft smile, ruffling his hair with a hand. "Cute." He said, to Aaron's chagrin. His gaze shifted to Blake, who rolled her eyes as his smile widened. "See?"

"Still applies the other way around," Blake argued. "Like...you were being cutesy when you were messing with Aaron's hair."

"Cutesy isn't the same as cute," Aaron piped up, and it was at that moment he'd remembered that he was supposed to be cautious of Terrence.

Wait. He thought as they continued to converse. This was...new, wasn't it? Talking to Terrence, talking about Blake. He hadn't done it before. Something about the question of love, or the stupidity of cuteness. 

No, he thought as they walked through the house with out-of-reach ceilings. He'd only been there two other times before, it was only a matter of time before he got used to it all. A part of him would always be afraid of the bigger teen - his movements were unpredictable and his size gave him such a visible advantage.

But he was careful, Aaron thought the two's bickering faded in the background. Even with the smack on the back of his head, Aaron knew that the teen was holding much back. With Blake, Aaron had only held back a bit, but proportionate to Terrence's retaliation the blow hadn't been nearly as strong as it could've been. Terrence knew his own strength, Aaron realized, recalling his friend's earlier words. Terrence would never hurt a fly. 

Aaron had been silent until they made it to their hangout spot - Terrence's couch. Generously, the mini-giant brought his arms out to give Blake a lift, to which she gladly accepted. Aaron bit his lip as he watched him hoist the girl up, contemplating his own reservations as he gingerly set her on the couch cushion.

"Lift?" Blake teased, and Terrence shooed her efforts with a wave of his hand. "Or are you still scared?"

Aaron grimaced, instead opting to respond directly to Blake's teasing. "Of your ego, maybe. If that fic ever sees the light of day, it's over for you."

"Please," Terrence quipped, "it won't even see the cover of night, let alone a piece of paper."

It was Blake's turn to cross her arms as she eyed the boys from her perch, "Y'all are no fun." She said, sinking further into the cushion behind her. "Losers!"

The slight quirk of her lips told Aaron she wasn't serious, as she almost never was, but in turn he had to focus on something more serious. Terrence. The mini-giant stared at him in apprehension, awaiting his next command. The last few times he'd been here (which was few and far between), he'd opted to scale the nightstand, the coffee table, or even the side of the couch to get away from Terrence's grip. 

He sighed. Terrence hadn't hurt a fly, but he could. Aaron took a step forward. Terrence hadn't hurt Blake, but he could. The 6'7 human spread his hands out, opting for a quick nod. 

Slowly, carefully Terrance got down to his knees, exaggerating his moments for what Aaron presumed was his sake. For once, Blake sat quietly, thoughtfully even as she took in the entire interaction from her vantage point on high, arms folded in her lap. It was so...weird, seeing everything like this. Terrence, despite his cautious efforts, quickly filled Aaron's view, his torso and legs stretching in every direction of his vision, followed by the smell of cinnamon and wood. 

Two quakes. One for each knee that advanced closer, and hands that stretched to the heavens angled in his direction as Aaron let his sight rest for a few moments. Warmth. He thought, remembering how Blake talked of comfort, of trusting Terrence and even trusting him. It wasn't overwhelming, not yet, but he couldn't stop his feet from trembling. He could practically feel Terrence's fingers stretch over his arms, around to his back, even as they didn't make contact his body hair stood up as sharp as needles, a shiver running down his spine as they closed in.

Terrence could've hurt him. His breath hitched as a moment of doubt entered him, the mini-giant closing in on him as the seconds ticked in slow motion.

"You could drop me, you know," he mumbled, as the heat of Terrence's hands pressed on either side of him and gingerly lifted him off the ground.

"I know."

And yet... His thoughts trailed as his soul seemed to leave his body, watching himself be handled from a third person's point of view. 

He didn't.