We Were Never the Young Ones

Chapter 4

Honey, sweet corn, waffles with cream and strudel pies.

If only the sweetness of what was shared between them could be so easily categorized. Kurogane knows he will never cease to be amazed by how things had turned out between him and Fay. The unbound chemistry that sparks between them makes him feel like nothing he has ever felt before. Fay's body which should be so familiar to him by now, as a best friend, has turned into a map of sexual lightning streaks, unpredictable and jolting. His senses resetting themselves to adapt to all the new sensations they have learned from each other, and all the time the deep pools of heat in his belly makes him feel like he had swallowed the sun. So hot, he can hardly keep his clothes on when Fay is nearby.

Yes, he is romanticizing the way his hormones dictates what his brain should be thinking about. But after years of yearning and dreaming, and side stepping past all those important hints of what they are to each other, he thinks he has the right to immerse himself in the fact that they are finally in love, and that being indulgent will be his new way of life.

He wants to spoil the boy rotten and shower him with all the clichés of being in love. He has even started to dream about the future they would have, all the way to being married and adopting children. He is a little scare at how fast his thoughts are going, they are still awfully young and their hearts still tender, yet, at the same time surety and confidence boosted the unseen future too. He feels right with the way things are going. He feels like this passion between them will never die out. His guts tell him that what they have is an absolute.

He grins and can't help knowing that he must be looking like a goof right now.

Life is good and everything is just sweetness enhanced.

~ :: ~

Fay moves stealthily till he is right in front of Kurogane and lays himself down just as silently. He props himself on his elbow and stares at Kurogane's side profile, noticing how the afternoon light transforms his skin, makes it look golden and shiny like there is a light sheen of oil coated on his skin. He listens intently again, catching the soft whispers of the wind swiping though the quiet meadow. There is peace to be sought here and the wind is always gentle, consoling. It doesn't throw pitying words at him. It doesn't force him to run alongside the hands of time. And that is something that he can feel very well.

Feel.

He thinks the word as he lets his other hand slinked towards the hem of Kurogane's worn olive green tee-shirt. He lets his sight be immersed in that color, and the sun bronzed skin peeping out from beneath. He lets his fingertips graze along the thin taut skin stretched over strong hipbones, and makes himself remember the bluntness and smoothness of it. Kurogane squirmed a little at his feather light caresses and turned to look at him, curiosity and adoring amusement in his eyes. Fay smiles. He mouths a quiet 'nothing' and continued his explorations, imprinting the lines of his boyfriend's body in his mind as his hand travels up to his navel, torso, chest, neck and then lastly to that face he wishes that he could look at forever.

Kurogane returned his smile, closes his eyes and tries to go back to sleep again.

Fay pulls his hand back and leaves it by the side of Kurogane's head as he lies down in a similar position.

It is really quiet here in the meadow. The only disturbances came from the dragonflies flying overhead, and the barely heard rustling of the tree leaves shaken by the gentle breeze. Such moments when everything around them is quiet and there is no one else around, belongs only to him. It is private and precious. It becomes a memory that he slots into his brain for safe keeping. He does not have to share it with anyone, not even a bird. And all those angst he had recently suffered seems so long ago, so unneeded.

Six months had gone by since they were officially together, and he wonders if he will ever have the courage to tell Kurogane. He has a few secrets stashed aside, and he is always searching for the courage to deal with them. Maybe someday, he won't need to. But as long as life carries on and as long as it keeps changing, he will keep changing along with it. He will keep finding out new things about himself, regardless if it is the good or the bad. With the status of their former relation changed, Fay knows now that every day and minute is precious and urgent. There is nothing that he should take for granted.

One day, he will no longer enjoy this serene scene before him. One day, his life will be passed in an eternal night. But till then, he will put off his pending solitude.

Right now, the only thing he wants to acknowledge is the happiness that Kurogane makes him feel.

~ :: ~

"Stop it!" Fay screeched in a high shrill as Kurogane lifts his body more than a foot off the bed, and pretends to want to throw him off it. He clutched frantically at Kurogane's loose pajamas and throws his head back as guffaws of laughter exploded from him.

"Do you yield then?" Kurogane deepens his voice and swings Fay down on the bed again, straddling him by the thighs, strong arms still enveloping Fay, his face sporting a mock expression of anger and fierceness.

Fay tries in vain to rein in his laughter in order to attempt a coherent answer.

"I give up! I give up! You win!" he chokes out breathlessly as he watches Kurogane lean down towards him, crimson eyes turning dark with want. "My mom's gonna come barging in to see if you're doing anything wayward with me if the noise continues."

"Wasn't that what you wanted in the first place?" Kurogane teases back with a wriggle of his eyebrows and tilts forward for a chaste kiss on Fay's lips.

Fay smiles languidly and snaked his hands around Kurogane's neck, fingers playing with the soft spiky strands at the ends, and pulls Kurogane closer to him, deepening the kiss. He lets his lips slide lazily against firm sensual ones, and memorizes the texture of Kurogane's rough tongue laving across his upper lip, swallows the fluids exchanged in their wet kisses and categorizes what he tasted from it. He breathes in the air that Kurogane breathes out, remembers the scent of it, remembers his breathing patterns, and how Kurogane holds his breath unconsciously when he looks at him and says I love you, like he doesn't really believe that they are in love, like he is waiting for Fay to refute the reality of things.

Fay is not sure just how adorable Kurogane could get. He is also not sure if he isn't feeling the same way. He has grown desirous of everything his best friend had to offer to him, and he wants to learn them all before the blurry whites of spaces within his sight catches up with him.

TBC