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Serial Sweater Thief in Jasper, Nevada [Comm Work]

For @jillz-precious-tearz (posted publically with permission)

Ft. Sighfael (Cyrus/Raf, OCxCanon)

Word Count: 2008

Extra Notes: Characters are intended to be in their mid-to-late teens. Cyrus is the human AU version of Sightfree.

It was a quiet night in Jasper, Nevada. Despite the lack of dramatic seasonal differences in the desert, the temperature was lowering as time marched into the winter months. Raf, historically, has had negative feelings about this shift. It was a rude awakening after moving to the city from an even warmer climate as a small child–and then it became an even more rude awakening as a chronic pain settled into his bones from his exposure to dark energon. Until recently, he would have agreed with Jack that the world should be a constant seventy degrees with the occasional light rain to break up the periods of sun.

However, lately, he’s had a reason to be more fond of the winter months.

In the past few months, as the school year came back into swing, Raf acquired a boyfriend. Everything about him was perfect, Raf thought. How he landed someone like him was beyond him. He didn’t question it, because they were both happy, and Raf didn’t feel like testing fate. This partner, Cyrus, had a vast collection of sweaters. Somehow, even in the summer, the taller boy was always cold. So a hoodie he always wore.

And as the smaller of the two by a long shot, it was Raf’s right–nay, his obligation– to steal and claim the hoodies for himself. This wouldn’t have been the first time the brainy teen would have plotted to attempt a hoodie theft, nor would it be the last. He’d consider himself an expert in doing such, thank you very much. He didn’t even need to plan a proper sweater heist anymore. A ‘pretty please,’ here, an ‘I’m so cold’ there, the works.

And sometimes, the universe almost seemed to make everything work out in his favor.

“You wanna watch a movie?” Cy asked him, interrupting his thoughts. It was pretty early, and Ratchet and Optimus permitted Raf to spend the night. Cy usually liked watching movies with Raf–specifically, bootlegs of musicals. Despite being unable to see much more than a general shape and colors, he enjoyed listening to the songs and Raf describing what was happening on the screen, his spoon count permitting.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Raf replied, his smile evident in his voice. “Could I get some water, though, first?”

“I can get it for you.” Sigh insisted, starting to stand. Shutter, his seeing-eye dog, shuffled from her spot next to him as she got ready to follow. Sigh knew his home’s layout by now, but the small dog seemed to feel better if she could follow him.

“Nah, I feel pretty alright today. I can do it myself.” Raf returned, standing up. “Besides, I should probably also use the restroom before we sit for a movie.”

“Alright…I’ll pick out a few of the movies for us to choose from then.”

“Mmhm.”

Raf found himself smiling with his teeth as he went down the hall towards the restroom. After exiting, he went in the direction of the kitchen, but took a detour to Sigh’s room instead. He took a minute to look at the posters covering the walls. They were primarily abstract shapes and bright colors that Cy could see and enjoy, but there were also a few musical posters. The boy then went to the bed, picking up the hoodie tossed haphazardly onto it. It was still warm, almost like Cy had taken it off shortly before Raf arrived and put another on. Unsurprising, given that this hoodie had a large paint stain all over the front of it. He put it on, smoothing it out so it fell to his knees. Cy already wore his sweaters a few sizes too big for himself, so they were giant on his smaller partner.

Satisfied, Raf finally went to the kitchen. He grabbed a couple of water bottles for himself and Cy, stuffing them into the hoodie pocket before grabbing a few packets of snacks.

When he determined he had had enough, he finally returned to his boyfriend, who was sitting on the edge of the couch and waiting eagerly for his return. He turned to the sound of footsteps and crinkling chip bags, a grin on his face.

“...Wait a minute.” He finally said as Raf sat beside him, an incredulous tone in his voice. He was able to tell that part of Raf’s body was now a blob of a new color. “You’re wearing one of my hoodies.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” The other asked with a smug expression.

“Oh, nothing yet.” Cy hummed, his tone providing a bit of suspicion for Raf, but not enough to begin putting up defenses. Once the first musical was selected–The Phantom of the Opera, to be precise–the evening carried on.

Cy had watched this disk so many times that the Sharpie label on the DVD Raf had put there when he burned it was starting to fade. Also, the paint on the Braille on the side of the case was worn by how much Cy had touched it. Raf noticed all this as he put the disk into the player, his face getting warm. Many of Cy’s physical copies of bootlegs were gifts from Raf, so the fact that they were so loved and well-used made the teen feel butterflies. He returns to sit beside his boyfriend, who immediately wraps his arms around him. He lets out a soft squeak of surprise, falling into the hold.

“Now I’m doing something about the sweater thing.” Cy explained without being prompted.

“I can tell.” Raf snuggled up against the other’s chest, resting his head in the crook of his neck. He could feel Shutter climbing onto his back and then flopping down with a tiny huff, which felt pretty good once the initial stepping around had finished. How a pomeranian could sting that much when she walked on you was beyond Raf.

But he didn’t want to worry about that now.

“I have everything in this one memorized. You don’t have to describe it to me if you don’t wanna.” Cy admitted quietly, shifting to sink further into the couch and get even more comfortable.

“Maybe I want to.” Raf rebutted casually, yawning immediately after. He was so warm between the sweater on his own person, Cy’s body, and the dog lying on his back. It made his body go slack and his brain turn into mush.

“I think you’re tired.”

“I’m not tired. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re having quite a tanty not to be tired, honestly.”

Raf squeaked softly when he realized that his voice came out far more whiny than expected and that Cy had picked up on it. How dare his voice betray him like this, especially around someone sensitive to tone changes. He let out a yawn that would put a snake to shame as the musical's opening number began.

“You know, even when your yawns are quiet, I can totally hear them.” Cy stated matter-of-factly once Raf finished yawning. Logically, Raf knew this, but some weird, silly indignation settled into his chest at that fact. He shifted to sit up, Shutter jumping off the couch as Cy looked up in his partner’s direction. He picked up one of the light throw pillows and plunked it onto the side of Cy’s head. Cy honked incredulously and immediately looked in Raf’s direction. Oh, if only he could see the rare shit-eating grin on Raf’s face as he let out a low, triumphant hum.

“Oh, is that the game we’re going to play?”

“I dunno, is it?” Raf replied, plunking the pillow on his head again. Cy grabbed it from him and stretched to plunk it onto Raf’s head. This constant exchange continued for a few minutes until both boys were breathless from roaring laughter. Raf slowly settled back down, resting his head against Cy’s chest again. He felt the other’s lips against the top of his head, and let out a content sound. He felt Shutter’s paws on his back again before she laid back down, making everything right in the world again.

Something about Cy’s heartbeat–the way it was still skipping from the pillow fight-related exertion–soothed Raf even more. He yet again felt like sleep was threatening to overtake him. He jolted ever so slightly, and Cy rubbed his back to soothe him as Shutter finally decided she would just lay in the dog bed at the foot of the couch.

Somehow, Cy always knew exactly what Raf needed at the moment.

The rest of the musical almost droned in the background. Not because either boy was disinterested but instead because they were both more focused on the other. Cy found himself petting Raf’s head absentmindedly as he faced the screen, and he would occasionally turn his head to kiss Raf’s forehead. Raf, for a while, watched Cy’s face as the musical went on before the tired feeling entirely overtook him. He fell asleep with a soft paf against Cy’s chest, and the boy couldn’t help but chuckle.

The musical ended, and Raf was still dead to the world on top of Cy. The teen, still awake, contemplated what to do for a while. His options were to sleep on the couch or move to his bed and risk waking Raf up. He decided on the latter, figuring Raf’s back and legs would appreciate it in the morning. Slowly and carefully (with the help of Shutter’s careful observation,) he lifted his boyfriend and carried him to the bedroom.

Once he got into the room and got up against his bed, he decided it would be best to lay on the bed while still holding Raf. He slowly sat on the bed, then swung his legs up onto the bed while laying back down and adjusting his partner again. Raf stirred slightly but did not seem like he was waking up. Cy sighed in relief as Shutter jumped onto the bed and curled up on Cy’s side. She lay closest to the wall, so he could roll out of bed without her in the way if needed.

“Mmf.” Raf muffled against Cy’s chest, gripping the sweater fabric almost instinctively. He was still very groggy but awake. Shit.

“Hey…sorry f-for waking you up…”

“Hm…?” Raf looked up, bleary as he squinted at the other’s face without his glasses on. Cy couldn’t help but coo at that, petting his head and kissing his forehead. He continued his line of questioning, still shaking off sleep. “Why’re y’all kissy right now?”

“Oh? Is it against the law to be kissy with you?” Cy joked as he continued on to kiss Raf’s cheeks. “It’s because you’re all cute.”

Raf hid his face, shielding it from more kisses as he mumbled about not being cute. Cy relented without a word, continuing to pet his back.

“I guess you’re right. You’re handsome.”

At that, Raf let out yet another squeak and looked up. Cy couldn’t see it, but he could feel the warmth from Raf’s face as it lit up red as a beet while he rested his hand on the other’s cheek. Raf’s cheeks then puffed up in reaction, and Cy knew he was pouting.

“That’s right. You’re handsome in my sweater. What are you going to do about it?” He asked smugly. In an unexpected turn, he felt Raf’s lips up against his own, warm and soft. It only lasted for a few seconds before Raf pulled away.

“I’m gonna do that about it.”

Cy let out a strong bark of a laugh. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” Raf giggled. Cy picked up a plushie and plonked it on his head, which only made him laugh more.

“I love you most. You cannot beat me at that game.” Cy joked, kissing his cheek.

“I guess I can’t.” Raf sighed happily as he snuggled down to go back to sleep. Sigh held him closer, sleep also overtaking him.

It was a quiet night in Jasper, Nevada.

And two hearts got a little bit closer.

#Daphnis' comm work #the oc tag #other people's ocs #Cyrus (Sightfree)

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