a/n: began this chapter typing it out on my phone. the things i do for you guys.

Cry's livestream goes well. Everything is successful, rarely any slip ups in the connection, and overall, runs smoothly. His spirits are high. Russ, Red and Scott manage to masterfully take his mind away from thoughts of Felix; before he knows it he's back to his old self. They evade any questions in the stream mentioning Pewds, or Cry's current living situation- they've caught wind of Cry leaving Florida to go on a short 'holiday', and have gone with the likeliest suggestion: Felix. From what he sees, the idea excites them. Instead of Cry shaking his head and murmuring, "stupid fangirls," he finds himself agreeing with them, one hand propped up to support his chin. 'God', he realises with a gut wrench, 'I'm now the equivalent of a fourteen year old hormonal girl. When he falls into silence a few times in the stream, Russ is there to nudge him, remind him he can't arouse any suspicion. He's grateful for Russ- he can't thank him exactly, but he sends several lines of a message clumsily composed, in the early morning of Sunday when his vision is blurry and he forces himself awake.

Cry goes to sleep with a heavy conscience and an overactive mind.

'Day five since weird feelings and shit.'

Before Cry knows it, a week has flown past and the clock is ticking. He doesn't want to think about it, but Felix has a fortnight left in Florida and they've barely done anything. Cry is still puzzling over ideas to do with his friend, searching for inspiration. Like an over energetic puppy, Pewds is difficult to entertain and even harder to keep his attention for more than five minutes. It's a challenge. They've received great positivity from fans for their first co-op video in months. He sits one lazy afternoon scrolling through endless comments that cause him to laugh until his sides ache, or have him staring wistfully at the screen. 'You two are perfect for each other' is the comment Cry picks out of thousands to type a reply out to: 'That's what you may think PewdiesGirl537, but despite what you think, Pewds has his flaws. His snoring's too loud and he doesn't always put the toilet seat down. Personally I think I deserve better. Sincerely, Cryaotic.' Hr has to bite down on a knuckle to prevent himself from exploding in laughter at the ludacrity of the situation, and to not attract Pewds' attention. He fails horribly.

"What are you doing?" Cry hears Felix's disbelieving voice ask. There's a pause and- "Cry?" The chair he's sitting on creaks in complaint at Felix's hand resting on it, warm body leaning over Cry's shoulder to squint at the screen. It takes him seconds, then- "Cry! What the fuck!" But Pewds is spluttering out laughter. He tries to look at Cry with serious eyes, but they're sparkling, and in the end he gives up and bursts out laughing. "You're such- such-a dick," he chokes out.

"I do try," Cry jokes. His finger clicks 'post comment'. Felix's weak attempt to prevent him fails, scrambling for the mouse that Cry nimbly yanks away from his grasp. It feels good to laugh, like all the stress building up inside of him is released into the air, left to dissipate. He's beyond grateful he has Pewds here, or it'd end up like past nights where he sits in his chair, fingernails scratching marks into his scalp, he's so stressed. Rocking back and forth, trying to get the worry out of his body. He hasn't slept as well as he is right now in months. Cry's still a night owl, no doubt- but he's sleeping without interruption. Without nightmares. It relaxes him. He works better this way, uploading two videos in a day for the past three days. People have noticed, too. Thanked him for it.

Needless to say, Cry is happy. "I hate you, Cry," Felix finally says after he's gotten over his laughing fit. Cry even sees him wipe tears from his eyes. It makes him feel warm, fuzzy all over. He gets to put up a middle finger to weird feelings that have developed about his Swedish friend, and happily say, 'you can fuck off now.' Except they won't. And it doesn't seem like things will ever return to normal, that Cry will keep staring into big blue eyes and feel electric shocks when he touches Felix, and stay up for about an hour wondering what it'd be like if things had never changed.

"Love you too darling." And though he puts on an overly forced smile and clutches a hand over his heart, there is some genuine feeling behind his acting. Feelings that he'll probably never end up admitting to Pewds.

They're eating pizza again. Although Felix cooks most nights- homemade food is delicious, Cry admits- his habit of eating fast food refuses to fade out, and Cry persuades Pewds to order pizza with big eyes and a pouting mouth.

"Please, man, c'mon," he begs, clinging onto his friend's shoulder, "I'll do anything, just let me have my pizza."

"Anything?" Felix asks with a wicked grin, and Cry pretends he doesn't flush. "Even casual sex?" Cry's heart speeds up. 'He really doesn't realise, does he?' A thought pushes forward in his head, 'the effect he has on me. Fuck him.' His mouth goes dry, and he's at a loss for words. "Speechless, Cry? That's unusual," Pewds teases, nudging his shoulder.

"I-" Cry begins, but the sound of the doorbell slices through what he was going to say. "I'll get it." He practically rushes off; he needed an excuse to leave the room for a moment or two. To slow his racing heart and cool down his cheeks. The door opens, and luckily it's not the pizza girl from before. Come to think of it, he doesn't know why it would be a girl who served them a week ago, but it's certainly a relief. He pays the impatient-looking boy who doesn't look over 18, and shuts the door quickly.

The pizza's steaming, smelling of spices and strong cheddar. He takes a deep inhale of it. Delicious. His hands are itching to open the cardboard cover, and dig in already- but he can't forget about Felix. Remembering his friend's got a stomach bigger than his entire body, Cry has a spare pizza frozen in case he needs to heat it up for himself.

"Is that pizza?" Pewds calls from the living room. He looks too at home, too comfortable in Cry's house, arm slung over the back of the sofa, legs strewn across the cushions. "Smells good," he adds, taking a sniff. Cry likes how well he fits into the surroundings, he looks like he belongs here. But at the same time Felix looks too good for his own good, dirty blonde hair in a ruffle that Cry wants to run his fingers through, feel how soft it is. He wants to attack Felix's neck with kisses, bite and nibble at his skin until it's flushed. Cry thinks all of this dangerously, while his friend sits right in front of him; oblivious to Cry's dirty thoughts.

His heart thuds. "Yeah, it's pizza," he answers casually, about to sit down before he remembers Pewds has his legs stretched out. There's no way he can sit down without sitting on his legs. "Move your legs, man," he prods at them. Nothing happens. "C'mon, man," and his whining works. His friend retracts his legs. But as soon as he touches the sofa cushion Felix's legs are back, this time stretched over Cry's lap. The warmth and closeness of it all has Cry's skin buzzing with electricity. "Pewds...?" He asks uncertainly, unsure what to do. He gets a grin as an answer.

So he shrugs it off, and reaches for a slice of pizza. But a certain pair of feet stop him from doing so, pressed against Cry's chest. While a part of him is grumbling in complaint, the other part is raging hormones that scream at him to jump on Felix and kiss him. He ignores both. "Pewds, let me have my pizza I'm hungry," he groans, stretching out again. His fingers are so close to the cardboard, trembling against the full strength of Felix. Hunger makes him desperate.

A few more minutes of resistance, and Cry is allowed his pizza. He grabs a slice from the box, he's starving. The strong taste of cheddar and meat mingled together blooms on his taste buds; it's orgasmic. "God this pizza was worth it," he says between chews, slow and savouring. Pewds says nothing, and it surprises him. Normally his friend is so talkative and always has something to say. Tonight, he's quieter than he's ever been and the silence is making Cry fidgety.

Cry manages to start up some conversation, discussing with him about TLoU and the gameplay, but it soon falters when Cry's stomach grumbles and he realises, by talking, he's had barely anything to eat. Unsurprisingly, there are only crumbs left in the empty box. "Sorry, Cry," Felix says without a trace of apology in his voice and still smiling, "I was hungry."

"It's okay. I've got another pizza in the fridge, I'll go heat that up. Try not to break anything while I'm gone." When he looks over his shoulder as he leaves to go to the kitchen, Pewds still has that calculating expression on his face that he's had for the entire evening. The atmosphere is unnervingly quiet, there's no sound from the living room as Cry takes out the frozen pizza, sets the oven to preheat. He gnaws at his lip, going over in his head what to do. Play a game is the first thing that springs to mind. Felix won't mind, he'll probably be all up for it.

That is, if he's still not deathly quiet. It's weirdly tense. Cry feels weirdly tense. He hears footsteps behind him as he picks up the pizza that freezes his fingers. He doesn't say anything, he's waiting to see what will happen. He's curious. Several more shuffles, and then silence. So quiet Cry can hear a ringing in his ears. The sound of his own breathing.

"Cry," fingers brush against his back. He jumps out of his own skin, springs around. It's Felix. Sigh of relief. "Cry," his friend's voice is huskier than usual. It sends chills down his spine. Felix steps closer, so Cry backs into the oven, various dials and buttons digging into his back. Hands still holding the frozen pizza. He's so very close now. Cry can see specks of darker blue in his sky blue eyes. "When were you planning on telling me you had a crush on me?" Pewds asks, and Cry falls short of words to say. Cologne. Blue. Body heat. Fingertips tracing lines in his back. A touch he wants to arch into, but can't.

"I-I-" Cry stutters. He goes red all over, skin painted with a rose pink. Felix's lips find his neck, nuzzling and nipping. It feels like it might be a dream, Cry feels light-headed and faint. Strands of Felix's hair tickle against him, silky soft. "You're so cute," Pewds chuckles, working his way up Cry's neck. His teeth lightly scrape against Cry's jawline, biting faint love bruises.

Cry's squirming; Felix's touch feels too good. His hands press painfully into exposed skin, but it feels good. Everything feels good, it's overwhelming. When Pewds' mouth finally reaches his, they slot into one other like this is how they were meant to be, kissing fiercely with tongue and teeth, Cry's fingers twisting into dirty blonde hair, dropping the frozen pizza. Skin burning all over.

They forget about food for a while.