Blair, It's Fine--No Homo

He rolled his eyes.

"I got over this five days ago--you forgive me, right? Good, because I need you for something."

Blair frowned deeply.

"...That's it?" He demanded, as he wiped away his tears.

He nodded.

"I'm a little beat up, but I lived--most of the bruises are healing real nicely. But I have one problem I need your help with."

Blair was reluctant to ask, but he did so anyway.

"...what is it?"

Yuri bit his lip, looking to the side.

"We haven't had sex in so long, it's painful...my body really needs it, but Kyle fractured my arm." He held up his cast, ineffectively wiggling his fingers.

"I go home tonight...could you please stay over and help me?"

Blair honestly just stared at him. And then, he started crying again.

"Why did I even come back?! I hate you!" He shouted, like the prissy queen he could be sometimes. "I was planning on apologizing, buying you stuffed toys, chocolates, flowers and telling you how much I love you! But all you want is SEX!"

He stood up, kicked the chair and stormed out of the room.

Yuri blushed, touched.

"...I didn't think you were into that kind of stuff. You'd really go to all that trouble for me?"

Blair tried to wipe away his eyes again, but he was crying too much.

"Not anymore! You're a douche." He sniffled.

Yuri raised an eyebrow.

"...Since when do you cry?...augh, would you get over here?"

He normally didn't, but he had been having a panic attack, and then when he saw Yuri he just sort of lost it.

Blair reluctantly moved and sat back down next to Yuri.

Yuri pulled Blair into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss.

"I miss all of you, stupid. Not just sex...everything."

Blair pulled away, slightly flustered. It had been a while since they'd kissed, and now he remembered how much he missed it.

"...I'm still sorry." He mumbled.

"Then kiss me again," he said, pointing to his lips. "Also, bring me some of those cupcakes from your house--those things are freaking awesome."

He smiled slightly, beginning to feel better. He leaned over and kissed Yuri for a moment, before he stood up.

"We should talk, tonight. I'll go make, I mean, have mom make some cupcakes for you, too."

Yuri grinned.

"You bake those? That's good--you should make me food more often."

He frowned.

"No, I don't bake!" He insisted, crossing his arms.