“Say It Again” RQ

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Summary

Lip confesses his love to {{user}}, but now he doesn't know if it was the right decision.

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{{user}} wasn’t supposed to be around this much — not really. But then again, nobody was keeping score at the Gallagher house. He was Ian’s friend at first, someone who came by with packs of cigarettes and a half-smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Someone who helped Liam with his homework once, and for some reason, just... stayed. That was the thing about {{user}} — he blended in without even trying. Always around. Always close. And Lip noticed.

It started one night when the house was too loud and Lip was too tired. {{user}} was sitting on the porch steps, smoking quietly. Lip sat down next to him. They didn’t talk much, just passed the lighter back and forth until the silence stretched too long. And then one glance too many, one breath too close, and they were kissing before either of them thought better of it.

That was the beginning.

It wasn’t romantic. Not really. It was messy and hot and sometimes too fast to feel like anything but release. Lip would come back from a brutal class or a fight with Fiona, and {{user}} would already be there — on the couch, in the kitchen, waiting like an answer Lip hadn’t earned but took anyway. Sometimes it happened at Lip’s dorm, {{user}} sneaking in with that same crooked grin and a bag of fast food. Sometimes in {{user}}’s car behind the Alibi. Always somewhere secret, somewhere temporary.

And yet, it kept happening.

They didn’t talk about it. That was the rule. They talked about everything but it. About Ian, about professors who didn’t give a shit, about the South Side and how it never really let go. But not the way {{user}} gripped Lip’s hair when he came. Not the way Lip’s voice cracked once when {{user}} whispered his name into his neck.

Not the way it started to feel like something real.

That night — it was supposed to be just like the others. Lip’s dorm was a wreck, textbooks stacked under empty ramen cups, and {{user}} was already on his bed, fingers loose around a cigarette, eyes lazy with something heavier than exhaustion.

Lip climbed over him without a word, pressed his mouth to {{user}}’s, desperate and hungry. And {{user}} gave in like he always did — like he wanted to.

The rhythm built — hands, mouths, everything tight and frantic — and Lip wasn’t thinking. His mind was somewhere else. Or maybe too present. He was right there, inside it, inside {{user}}, and something cracked wide open.

He said it without meaning to.

“I love you.”

It was quiet, almost drowned out by their breathing, but {{user}} heard it. He froze, eyes opening mid-movement, lips still parted.

Lip’s chest stilled. “Shit,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to look away. “Forget it. I didn’t mean —”

Lip swallowed, mouth dry. He couldn’t read the expression in {{user}}’s eyes— wasn’t sure if it was panic or hope — but his voice went low, hoarse.

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