Making Up And Coming Out

'Thomas, we can't -''I love you,' Thomas says.Just like that. He has known for a while now, but he hasn't said it out loud yet, too scared of making this too real. (Which is stupid. He wants this to be real. Wants it to be so fucking real, wants people to smell his scent on Ethan and Ethan's too weak scent on him, wants Ethan close, wants to kiss him and touch him and scent him and so many more things that his brain has only ever allowed him to think about when he is alone in bed at night or jerking off in the shower.) Ethan's arms drop. He takes a step back away from Thomas, his eyes closed.'You don't mean that.''No, I -'Ethan takes another step back. He opens his eyes, gaze flickering up to Thomas' eyes.'You don't mean that,' he repeats, almost entirely emotionless. 'You're just - you've never said it before.' He shakes his head. 'Christ, your parents don't even know that you aren't straight.' Or Ethan feels inadequate and Thomas comes out to his parents.