Touch

By K M B

Disclaimer: not mine.

Author's Note: written for the springkink prompt Brad/Boma: Incorporeal touches - "I love you"



There were days where Daisuke Aurora—his boss, and on rarer occasions, his friend, though that sounded far too personal—would look up at him and give a half-smirk, his own brand of greeting. Maybe a bit of a wave, too, if he was feeling genial. He would lean against the wall next to Boma, who was as stiff-backed as J every day of the week, and maybe, if either was being careless, their shoulders would brush. If Boma were feeling particularly not himself, he would lean—slightly, imperceptibly almost—into the touch.

But never anything more.

On sunny days Kyoko Milchan's smiles would always dwarf the light pouring into the room, her eyes turned into half-moons as she shined her thousand-watt beam directly at Boma as she passed him every morning into the office. She might, on occasion, touch him reassuringly on his wrist, whether for his own sake or hers was unclear, and sometimes their fingers would linger against one another's until she pulled away.

But never anything more.

On odd days, Boma was usually in the presence of Clair Leonelli; leant out for varied and sundry missions that even he had a hard time keeping track of. The tactual contact with this particular acquaintance was more frequent, despite the fact that Boma was rarely around the Vampire. Clair had no qualms against resting his body atop Boma's own, teasing, using all his guile to convince Boma do to whatever it was he wished. And sometimes, on the really odd days, it would go too far, and Boma would end up putting his clothes back on in the morning.

But never, ever anything more.

Because with every touch each of them gave, no matter how small, Boma always ended up back in his tiny, weekly-rented flat, on a hard mattress in the dark. And the hands that roamed over his body without restraint, and the body he could almost feel, these were the only touches to which he ever truly responded.

Even if his whispered "I love you" would never truly be returned.

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