User blog:Silverwolf0618/Detz fanfic (idk)

"Hey."

Dex's head snapped up. It was Fitz.

"Hey," he mumbled. He hated the butterflies in his stomach. Why must he keep on feeling like this? And it's not just Fitz's gender. It's not like there's any chance that Fitz wasn't straight. He saw how Fitz looked at girls, all of whom are so much more attractive than him. He'd tried so hard to push Fitz away. So he would stop this stupid hoping.

"Um," Fitz cleared his throat. Dex realised he was drifting off. He wondered why did Fitz sound so shy, embarrassed? Suddenly, a wild hope sprang up in him, pawing at his face, not letting him turn his attention to anything else. Maybe... No, he told himself. ''Stop hoping. You saw how he's like with Sophie.'' "Yesterday, Keefe told me —very gleefully— that, uh, he 'accidently' touched your hand while he was Enhanced for, you know, Foster-Keefe stuff."

Dex buried his face with his hands. Great. Fantastic. Marvelous. His face felt like it was burnt. "Oh god. I'm going to kill Sencen." Dex decided he had some very colourful things to say to Keefe. If he survived.

When he finally looked up, he realised Fitz was smiling crookedly. "Nah, don't worry. I was hoping to hear this for a long time. Maybe not this way though."

"You mean—" Dex could barely breathe out the words. A pang of heat speared through him, a heat that started in his stomach and burned through every part of his body. The intensity of it scared him. He had never felt this before. Never

"I'm pansexual, Dex." Fitz smiled in that way that made Dex feel like the Neverseen never happened. "Bound to come out some time."

"But-but the way you were with Sophie..." The moment the words came out of his mouth, he wished he could un-say them. If Fitz was foolish enough to want Dex, he shouldn't question his good luck.

Fitz smiled again, this time slightly sadly, Dex thought. "I don't know, it's kind of hard to explain.—" Dex suddenly saw that Fitz was almost swaying on his feet.

He interrupted, gesturing at his bed. "You might want to sit."

Fitz sat next to him. Suddenly, Dex regretted it. The bed seemed to mean just one thing. One thing he does not want to think about.

To be continued