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Hero put down the last box, wiping the sweat off his brow. Together with Basil, he’d gone to Fix-It with some money Polly gave them to buy new plants after a lot of them had died when Basil stopped taking care of them.
The older boy still didn’t know what to think of the flower boy. But he knew that he deserved to get better and he should take up his old hobbies again. His house was always filled with flowers, and it wasn’t right that Basil didn’t have that many anymore because he became too depressed to take care of them. He deserved a chance and Hero wanted to help.
He smiled at the flower boy, who stood awkwardly around while Hero worked. The older boy looked at all the plants in boxes, "Whew, that was heavy! Now we can start putting them up."
"Y-yeah..." Basil nervously said. He rubbed his elbow and he looked nervous. He didn’t talk to Hero a lot, he still felt bad about everything he’d done. He honestly didn’t understand why the older teen gave him a new chance after everything... but he didn’t dare say no.
The boys started putting the plants around Basil’s house. It quickly started looking a lot livelier with more color and green, the way it used to. Hero got nostalgic about the past, when they were all happy... when Mari was still around.
"We worked hard already, how about I make something quick to eat so we can cool down?" Hero suggested.
"Ok..." the small blond said.
Hero didn’t like that he didn’t talk much, but he understood. The boy was still so shaken from everything, and now that Sunny was gone, he was alone despite Aubrey and Kel supporting him as well as they could.
Basil quietly sat at the table while Hero cut vegetables for a salad. He wondered if it was safe to keep knives in the house, but the doctors said Basil wasn’t a threat to anyone so it should be fine. He was thinking when he felt a tap on his shoulder and looked around.
"Um..." said the blond who stood behind him.
"Oh, Basil? What is it?" the brunet asked with a polite smile.
The shorter male took a step back, "Um... I just wanted to say... I really appreciate that you’re doing it, but I just... um... I don’t understand why you’re doing it."
"Huh?"
"I hurt you so much..." Basil said, "And I’m so, so sorry for everything, but I...I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve any help..."
Hero turned around, looking at his friend sympathetically. He had a hard time looking at him still, thinking about what he and Sunny did that one evening...But that didn’t mean he wanted to see him suffer. He was Hero’s friend and Mari loved him, that was all that mattered.
The poor boy started crying. Hero put down his knife and hugged the boy, but he just pulled away, "Let’s go somewhere quiet to calm down, ok?" asked the older boy.
Basil nodded and wiped away his tears. Hero took his hand and led him to his bedroom, where they sat down on the bed and Basil cried openly. The taller teen embraced him again and this time his friend allowed it, crying on his shoulder. He didn’t want this innocent soul to hurt so much...Even if Hero hadn’t forgiven him yet, but he knew he would eventually.
But the boy wasn’t calming down. He was getting worse...Hero had to help him, "I’ll help you calm down, Basil, ok?"
He started rubbing over the boy’s back but suddenly heard a small moan. Both teens stopped and looked at each other as Basil became cherry red, "A-ah, Hero, I’m so sorry!"
"N-no, it’s ok!" the older boy quickly said with a confident smile, but he was a little surprised. He knew Basil had a crush on him, but even after everything? Maybe...
The blond was sitting very awkwardly and tense and hadn’t stopped crying. Hero got an idea.
"Basil, can I..."Give you a hand"?" Hero carefully asked.
"Y-yeah," the boy awkwardly answered, growing even redder.
"Ok, just relax, and tell me if you want me to stop," Hero said. First, he took his younger friend closer until both boys sat close in the middle of the bed. He turned his friend around until his back was against Hero’s front and pulled him back to lie down. He then softly rubbed Basil’s sides and belly.
The blond sighed through his tears. He wasn’t asking to stop, so Hero’s hand carefully went down and stroked over the crotch of his pants. Basil voicelessly moaned at the ministrations but didn’t pull away. He actually lay down against Hero more relaxed, putting a hand on Hero’s arm while his palm dug circles into his clothed clit.
It felt so wrong and weird. They’d never been romantically together, it was all so sudden... but it felt right. Hero felt like Basil was starting to get distracted from his sadness and he welcomed the ministrations.
"May I?" Asked the older teen.
"Umm... yes..."
Hero’s hand flirted with the band of Basil’s pants and then slipped inside his underwear. He was so soft and sweet down there, and he was nicely wet. His fingers quickly slid over the boy’s lovely clit, causing him to throw back his head with a wanton moan. He’d been so lonely for so long, but it was for a reason that made him deserve to be lonely. He shouldn’t be here.
"H-Hero... please, I don’t deserve any of this..." he whined.
"Basil, I don’t like when you talk about yourself like this," Hero softly said while he very gently started massaging the boy’s clit, "You’re worth far more than you think."
"Ah... but I... I hate myself so much..."
"I don’t hate you," Hero whispered into his hair.
Basil sobbed, "I just don’t get why not... ah... I did so much damage! I made you grieve for years!"
"Mmm, and you’re my friend," Hero said while he flicked Basil’s clit particularly hard, causing the boy to keen over, "I want my friend to be happy and feel good. I want to help you out of this panic attack. You deserve to have a good life, and I’ll do anything I can to help you."
The blond boy was now stuck between sobbing from emotions and from the good feeling from Hero’s finger on his pussy, "Are you sure?"
The older boy circled Basil’s clit with his thumb, "Mmm, I’m sure. So can you relax for me and let me take care of you?"
"Ok," Basil said with a sniff. He lay down against Hero and let him do what he wanted.
Hero opened his fly to get a little more space and added a second finger, running them up and down next to Basil’s sensitive clit, each roll between his fingers sending trembles through the boy’s body. He curled his toes and arched his back as he started panting between his sobs, softly moaning at Hero’s pleasuring.
The older boy played around with the sensitive little nub, rolling it between his fingers before rubbing around it and then massaging circles into it. Basil was now squirming, moaning harder every time Hero switched his ministrations. He was breathing shallowly and was about to lose it, but he wouldn’t let himself go, he couldn’t.
"Shh, little flower, just cum," Hero whispered into his ear.
Basil was so surprised he gasped and arched his back, convulsing around Hero’s fingers as he kept stroking his clit all the way through his orgasm. The boy went limp against him and he stopped, wiping his fingers on a tissue.
The boy in his arms was softly breathing, his pretty eyes were closed. He was no longer crying except from the afterglow he was enjoying. Hero stroked his hair and rubbed his arm, "I think you feel a lot better don’t you?"
"Y-yeah... I do," Basil mumbled, spent, "But I..."
"Shh, don’t speak. You’re my friend and I love you, and so does everyone else. I’ll take care of you as many times as I have to. That’s what friends are for."
Basil sighed and nodded. He finally accepted it, and the boys continued resting and cuddling together a little longer before they got up again for lunch and to continue decorating the house with all those new plants as their relationship blossomed into something new.