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Seri, Atti and Auggie; This could be awkward.; PG-13 mild language

Life was becoming complicated. Worse, it was happening so fast that Serafino wasn't sure what to do about it. He'd only known Augusten Dunlevy for a week, and already he was worrying about him as much as he would one of his longtime friends. Moreso, even, and it was an inner struggle to keep from acting like a complete fool and texting him as soon as he went home. He managed not to, and after skipping school again on Tuesday he'd finally gone to school today but had spent the day being anywhere Augusten wasn't by spending the day hidden amongst library shelves finishing up work he'd fallen behind in over his long absence.

And now he was on his way to Atti's, because he was restless and the drive offered him something to do. And because he had a feeling he was going to have to make very large bribes to keep one very large mouth shut. He was tempted, very tempted, to text Augusten during the drive and see what he was doing since he'd only be a few houses down. He managed not to, but it was a feat. Which was kind of pathetic. Finally he arrived, without making any phonecalls and without sending any text messages and without messing around on his PDA to see if Augs was on AIM. He kicked violently at a stone on the pavement to vent his mood, and leaned on the doorbell of the Webb house in his usual obnoxious fashion.

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Serafino just watched Augusten bob around as the mattress shifted with his every motion. He decided that it didn't really matter if he was bruised and black and blue, Augusten was gorgeous when he smiled and always would be.

He waited until the wave motion started to die down and then moved to kneel on the bed, straddling Augusten's hips and careful not to rest any of his weight on him. Serafino leaned down to kiss him again, briefly and lightly, then rolled off to lie beside him.

"I'm glad you enjoy it. Otherwise you'd be sleeping on the floor on the air mattress."
Augusten curled up in one of the little dips created by the bed, looking at Serafino with soft eyes. He gave him a shy little smile before he leaned in, kissing his shoulder. "You'll hold me, right? You won't let nothing bad happen?"
"There's nothing bad that could happen to you here," Serafino assured him, rolling over on his side. He scooted over closer and pulled the blankets up over them both before settling an arm around Augusten. "I promise."
"Good," Augusten said softly, closing his tired eyes. "I trust you. You won't break your promise."

He yawned and stretched out a little, his entire body aching. He was too tired to notice the pain though, already drifting off. "Night Seri...you're too good for me...really are..."
Serafino said nothing, not wanting to stop him from falling asleep. He did smile slightly though...he somehow doubted that he was too good for anyone. He was, afterall, a selfish, self-centered brat who used people and tossed them aside at his leisure.

He stretched out as well, settling Augusten more comfortably against him, and tried to think of some way to explain this away to Atticus while he fell asleep himself.