Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: I love this book. I really do. Ever since I saw the movie…where Prosper walked around shirtless and Scipio looked too cute for his on good, let's just say I started having a couple fantasies…
Ehm. Anyway. This is AU, so AU it's not even funny. So, read and enjoy.
He saw the expression on Scipio's face when they faced the merry-go-round; a combination of awe, slight nervousness, and crackling excitement.
All he felt was sick to his stomach. He shut his eyes against the sight of the monstrous contraption, hoping it would be gone when he looked again. But it wasn't.
And all he had were a few minutes until Scipio went on, until he traveled somewhere that Prosper couldn't follow, and it would be like a glass wall between them forever more…
Swallowing hard, he turned around and grabbed the taller boy's arm, drawing him to the side.
"Scipio, are…are you sure about this? This is dangerous…" His voice faltered, and he cleared his throat. "And…adulthood might not be as great as you think."
Scipio looked at him, shrugging slightly.
"It's got to be better than this, Prop," he said, an unreadable look in his eyes. "There's nothing here for me now
Prosper felt a pang of hurt go through him, and he gathered all of the courage he possessed. He pulled on the arm that he was still holding, standing on tiptoe and pressing his lips to the other boy.
It didn't last long. It was a fast, bruising kiss, their teeth clacking together, Scipio biting Prosper's lip by accident, one of them putting an arm around the other to steady them, and his heart sped up abnormally and his mind went blissfully numb.
When he pulled away, he couldn't quite look Scipio in the eye.
"Nothing for you here?" he asked quietly. He kept his eyes on the ground until he realized that Scipio's breathing matched his own, harsh and ragged.
Strong fingers grasped his chin roughly, yanking his head up until he had to meet the taller boy's eyes. Scipio looked pale, as if someone had knocked the wind out of him.
"Did you do that just to keep me from going on the merry-go-round? Or did you…did you want to do that?" he whispered.
Prosper was tempted to give the first answer, to pretend that he was just desperate to keep his friend and he would have done anything. But he heard the slight tremor in Scipio's voice, and he swallowed past the lump in his throat and said, "I wanted to."
And he shut his eyes tight, forcing back the burning behind his eyelids, knowing that he had scared off his friend and given him all the more reason to give up on childhood.
He jumped when he felt two cold hands on the sides of his face, and his eyes flew open to see Scipio smiling at him, his eyes overbright, and his heart started thumping again.
Scipio leaned forward and kissed him hard, one arm settling on his waist as if it had always been there, and when he pulled away his smile had only gotten brighter.
"I couldn't do that if I was a grown up, could I?" he asked. Prosper felt a weight drop of his shoulders.
"No. I don't think you could." Scipio turned around and took one more look at the winged lion where he would have sat, and turned back to Prosper.
"Then it's a good thing I'm not. And I won't be, not for a while."