it was only just a dream

[cain furion costello]

Alright so, my baby Cain is going to fall into a coma. It isn't going to be for very long, but most people while in a coma, have these crazy vivid dreams. Ones where they almost believe that they're real. Which explains part of the confusion when waking up. So here are going to be snippits from his coma dream. Enjoy.

Cain had made some kind of subconscious note to make sure to wake up before Jagger could notice that he was waking up and scurry out of the room. He could just imagine the way that Kendall had described it, really. The fact that Jagger would just be sitting there by his bed side, watching his breathing, making sure that he was indeed still alive. It was romantic, in a way, though Cain was sure that there was so much more romance to be had if he would just stick around until he was awake. So he could see him. Touch his face. Hug him. Tell him that he loved him. Do everything that he felt needed to be done to make things not just okay between them, but so much better. He wanted what he had with Jagger to be so much better, because living in this limbo where they weren't going one direction or another, he was done with it. He didn't want the bullshit hiding things, he didn't want to date anyone else, all that he wanted was Jagger. And he'd be damned if that Wilson wasn't going to hear him out.

By some miracle when he opened his eyes there he was. And a smile pulled the corners of his lips as he looked at his best friend. His lover. Everything that he'd ever needed in life when it well and came down to it. Cain tightened the hand that was being held by Jagger. "Don't even think of leaving this room you fucking sap," he said and everything that was coming out of his lips was loving. "First off, you're a fucking sap. Secondly, you're an idiot. And third, you better get your faggot ass over here to kiss me or I swear to got I will risk injury to get out of this bed." And Jagger would've been a complete idiot to have tried him right then.

He didn't though, instead he moved closer to him. He sat on the bed close enough so that Cain could wrap his arms around him and pull him to him. The press of pout against pout, it was all that Cain could've wished for in the world. It wasn't a kiss like they usually shared, it was so much better. So much different. Like a promise of sorts that this was where they were really starting. That they were finally going to be alright. Cain would be damned if he was going to let anything bad happen between them again. He lets his fingers slip into Jagger's hair as he deepened the kiss and when he did finally pull away, which could've been hours later, he pressed his forehead to Jagger's and there was a sweet smile on his lips. "I love you."

"I love you too"

That was all that Cain needed to hear to know that life, it was going to start from this moment. His life of not just fucking Jagger behind closed doors, but having him as his own. As his love. His other half. Everything that he would ever really need in the world. How long had they been dancing around the fact that they were so much more than friends to each other? How long had they denied things that they never should've denied? Cain had no idea, all he knew was that he was done denying that there'd never been another person for him besides Jagger.

There was no need for words in that moment as he looked into his lover's eyes, his own blues saying everything that he wanted to say. But right then he was at a complete loss for words. And when one didn't know what to say, a kiss was always the best option. He pulled away from the second kiss smiling even more than he did before. "I told Kenny"
"Oh yeah?"
"She says that we're fucking idiots"
"Seems about right." Jagger said with a bit of a smile. And that smile, god, it was like the only thing that Cain would ever need to see again. He was content to just watch those lips of his curl up at the corners. It was enough to take his breath away.

"I'm done being an idiot."
"good."

All Cain could think then was that he was pissed that he was too injured to actually make love to the boy. But he was more than aware that it was his own damn fault.

two years later....

Everything in life was good. By some miracle his leg had fully healed and now he only walked with a limp on really bad days. Most of the days he could run, he could do everything like he could before the wreck. Kendall still had no idea how his leg had healed the way that it had, it wasn't supposed to be possible, but he was there disproving medicine or some shit like that. Alec and Jason had had a wedding, all planned by Barbra and Kendall because those lesbians just took control of things and that was all that there was to it. Cain would dare someone to try and tell them that they weren't in charge of it.

It was just another normal day, he was going into the shop. Jagger had gotten their early for some reason that he didn't know. All that Cain knew was that he'd woken up that morning without his boyfriend by his side. So much for morning sex. There was a bit of a confused look on his features as he made his way into the shop.

"Hey where did you take off to this morning?"
"I had some shit to do." There was a smile on Jagger's lips, one that he couldn't quite define. It wasn't a bad smile, more one that seemed a bit too happy to be on his boyfriend's lips. He loved him to death but he really wasn't a jolly fucker. Cain was the one with that title.

Either way he made his way over to him wrapping his arm around his waist and pulling him close before pressing a kiss to his lips. "I didn't get my morning sex, you better make it up to you," he spoke in lusty tones keeping his face close to Jagger's as he spoke. There was a lazy sort of smile on his lips and he pecked his lips again.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure that I've made it up to you." Cain's brows knitted as he looked at the other man showing just how much he was confused. And that's when Jagger pulled out the sketch. It was two rings, both with their own little differences but obviously matching. The smile that took over Cain's lips, and the twinkle in his eyes was the happiest that he could muster.

"Ah, I see. Yeah, I think you have."
"Leo's gunna tattoo them for us before we open shop today."
"You're such a fucking sap Jagger," he said in loving tones before pulling him close and kissing him again. Life, couldn't get sweeter, it really couldn't. It was perfect, and he knew it.

three years later......

It seemed to amaze Cain how much things could change over time. Babs and Kenny had gone and gotten themselves married. And he swore that he didn't think anyone was going to survive the wedding planning. If it wasn't Barbra ready to kill every person in the room, it was Noah. Never before had he known that Noah was such a fucking diva. Even he had become scared of the little faggot at some point. Which really was saying something.

The most insane change though, had probably been Jason and Alec having a baby. Now that, was not something that anyone took seriously. At least Cain and Jagger didn't. The moment that they got the surrogate pregnant though, a sort of joy washed over the whole house hold. Even Jagger was pleased about it, though, it was quite possible that only Cain could see the happiness in his face.

When Milo was born he was just the Wilson that everyone had expected him to be. He was a beautiful baby, and at an early age he took to Jagger more than any other person in their little clan. Cain had never seen a more hilarious thing in his life. But of course he got used to the kid clinging to him where ever he went. Milo had grown into a very healthy toddler, nearing his third birthday. And his most favorite person in the world was his uncle Jagger.

Cain and Jagger were watching him for Alec and Jason so that they could have a night off to be all a couple or what the fuck ever. Cain was leaning on the door frame looking into the backyard as Jagger and Milo chased each other around. He wasn't sure what they were playing, or really, if they were playing anything specific. What caught him, literally made his heart do leaps in his chest, was the smile on Jagger's face. The laughter, actual laughter, that came from that man that he loved so much.

Cain took a step outside to join them..............