The breathing came easily - How could it not? The peaceful rising and falling action, the lifts of his chest with such gentle snores that escaped his thin ajar lips. Scrawny brown fringe of bangs clung to his forehead, eyebrows knotted with an unsettling dream, lips forming silent words.
"Mother," the silent whisper fell into the room, Shinji's eyes twitching. A warm body covered him, the sweet smell of flowers lingering on his skin from the other. A smile and a kiss woke him up, face flushing in the dark of the night. The echo of cars driving down the street was rare at this hour, but it filled the silence of the room, a slit of moonlight enabling Shinji's gaze to fall on a weak smile.
"Kaworu!" Cracked and dry, his voice croaked out the name, of which the other boy smiled.
"Good morning, Mr. Ikari." Many things bothered Shinji about this situation, but one irritated him the most. With bitterness soaked in his voice, he responded.
"Don't call me that. That's my father, and I want nothing to do with him."
"You were calling for your mother, were you not?" Kaworu held his head, propped in his elbow, red eyes at a gentle gaze. Tired, sad eyes looked back, confused.
"Was I?"
"You were - I'm concerned about you, Shinji. Are you all right?"
"Kaworu, I'm fine." When no one moved, Shinji continued. "I think we should go back to bed."
"You still seem tense. Allow me to help."
"You can help by sleeping." Words tossed over his shoulder, turning his back to Kaworu who remained up, a grin lingering on his lips.
"Allow me to help you ease." The night was cold, and the white hand was warm, startling Shinji when it landed softly on his hip.
"Kaworu…" voice trailing off was silence by the softest of groans, legs shifting with shame and embarrassment to turn from his friend.
"Here, sit up a bit." Moving their bodies together, Kaworu wrapped his arm around Shinji's back, resting on his stomach, other hand on his hip, dangerously falling inward. Shinji's frail posture held him at an angle - Legs forced together, both arms as make-shift pillows to hold his head.
The breathing resumed to normal, but Kaworu's wandering hand spiked Shinji's breathing, heavy breaths falling into the sheets as contact was made.
Words would be useless in this situation, and with guilt and shame, Shinji's legs parted with hints of lust, the thin hand finding a gentle spot to rest and begin.
The fabric of the boxers was a very thin, comfortable cotton. They hung loosely around his small frame, but strained in this moment. Slim fingers grazed the shaft, silent brushes, though they mutually grew with the rapid increase of blood flow.
Soft, but cold skin broke out in goosebumps, Shinji shivering, only to melt into Kaworu's gentle touch, his fingers rubbing themselves onto Shinji directly.
It grew warm with his touches, and Shinji allowed his friend to play with the head, fingers dancing on the sensitive pink spot, slick with the slightest hint of precum. A moan muffled the sheets when a firm grasp took him, the blanket moving with Kaworu's movements, the albino's head resting on Shinji's, heavy breaths and mumbled phrases of 'I love you' hissed into his ears, and hips stopped caring, but thrusted into the welcomed hand.
"K-Kaworu," the stutter only increased the hard strokes, and with a few hiccups and a soft cry to stop, twitches and hot wetness almost startled Kaworu, thought it was just a usual night. Rolling over and picking up a stray towel to clean himself, Kaworu returned to cuddle Shinji with a kiss, though he was already asleep, chest rising and falling.