The smell of coffee was intoxicating.

Keith didn't know how they'd got here; to tell the truth, he didn't care in the slightest. At some point - after the whole eternity filled with smell and taste of coffee, and quiet laugh, and warm flicker of golden eyes - Matsuka had taken his hand and led the way. Perhaps Keith would one day remember how he had excused leaving from work - or, maybe, he had just finished? Keith had lost a sense of time the moment the smell of coffee had brought Jonah Matsuka before his eyes: a man whom he didn't know and who was the dearest person in the whole universe.

He hadn't looked around; he couldn't focus on anything. He had let himself being led, narrowing his attention to that slender hand holding his own. Later, he would realize the rain had stopped, and the sunlight was shining through the thick layer of clouds, being reflected in the puddles as they'd walked.

And now he was here, in the small flat, surrounded by dimness, with two gold flames flickering in it. With someone he didn't knew and who was most precious to him.

When he'd met Jomy, he'd been so moved he would shed tears without knowing the reason. When he'd met Sam, his heart would be filled with such warmth he couldn't resist smiling. All it faded when compared with the sensation evoked by meeting this man, whose name had been obvious to him before he'd even managed to think about it: the sensation he had finally found home. The feeling he would trust his life - all himself - in that man's hands.

He couldn't remember what Jomy and Sam had been to him. However, he was sure - just like he was sure of his own name - that Jonah Matsuka was the one who could see his heart.

Like now.

He brought him in the flat and the moment the door closed behind them, pressed him against the wall to greedily reach to his mouth. Keith felt dizzy and, for a second, was completely sure he would faint, feeling the taste of coffee - so different now - on his lips again. The world vanished, or maybe it was him who shut his eyes, for touch and taste, and smell, and sound supplied him with so many overwhelming sensations he could almost see stars under his eye-lids. He let his lips part, and the hot tongue slipped inside. He had no idea what was happening to him, but it wasn't the right time to analyse it. All he could do was to brace his knees and bless the hardness of the wall behind him.

He felt the lips on his own stretch in a smile, and then he was pulled inside the flat and into another kiss, his eyes still shut tight... dazed - and wanting more. The next moment he was sitting - on the chair? - and Jonah Matsuka was sitting on his lap, still kissing him ravenously. Soft hair tickled his forehead, and it seemed more gentle than the firm hands that were cupping his face. Gentle and firm. How was it even possible?

He lifted his hands - they were trembling like never before - and put them around the slim waist. Matsuka moaned in his mouth and then pressed himself against him even closer. Keith was more and more aware that the loss of consciousness was near, as the whole blood was leaving his head - and he didn't care at all. Now they were moving together, in one accord. Matsuka's breath in his mouth, even faster and louder, igniting more stars under his eye-lids, Matsuka's grip on his shoulders stronger as two hard bulges were rubbing against themselves.

They came at the same moment.

Keith didn't lose his consciousness; quite the contrary, suddenly he was absolutely sure that never before had his mind been so clear. Everything was so calm. Matsuka hid his face on his shoulder, embracing him tightly - firmly and gently - and his breath was getting slower. Keith opened his eyes, holding the slender body tight. He was still trembling.

He didn't know how long they were just sitting like that. Time had lost its meaning; they didn't need it. And then Matsuka started to whisper his name, and each time it sounded like a kiss that followed. Finally, Keith tried - dared to! - look him in the eyes, but the depth of affection he saw made him avert his gaze. The kisses were safer.

Soon, he ceased thinking of affection, for he wanted more than kisses, although he couldn't precise more of what - and he didn't care. That moment he wouldn't even remember names of his parents.

And Matsuka, who could to whatever he wanted to him, was merely lasting in this stunning - firm and gentle - kiss, as if he was going to never let Keith out of his arms. Keith decided he could perfectly understand him.

"What were the stars we were born under?" he heard the whisper.

He was amazed at the fact he could pull the sentence together, answering, "The happy ones...?"

Matsuka looked at him, smiling joyfully. Two tears flew from the corners of his eyes, and he shook his head to assure it was not from being sad. Keith, hesitantly, raised his hand and wiped them out, holding back the words that came to his mind, 'You've always been so easy to move.' Soft hair brushed his fingers when Matsuka tilted his head, resting the cheek in Keith's palm.

Keith was looking - bravely - in the golden eyes, shining with the inner light of the young man who, here and now, seemed younger and older than him. More and less experienced. More gentle and more firm. Someone whose presence was as natural as a tree on a street - and who changed his world for ever.

One of the kind.

Then, as if he had enough of those sentiments that must have been reflected in Keith's eyes, Matsuka smiled more cheerfully and get to unbuttoning his shirt. Keith gulped and tried to return the favour, although his fingers seemed to belong to someone else. Matsuka laughed and pulled the shirt over his head, repeating it on himself.

Slender and slender - they both were. Young bodies, still growing, with the beginnings of muscles on their shoulders and arms. And then they had to get up - to get rid of the rest of clothes - and finally they were naked, unhindered by each other's presence, equal. Partners. Belonging to each other.

Matsuka pushed him back, and Keith was again sitting on the edge and looking up - at that perfect being that seemed an angel he had once heard about. A small frame, a halo of fair hair surrounding the smiling face. That face was now all the joy and happiness. And more: deep behind that smile and shining eyes was burning desire, seen in the barely visible trembling of the lips, tension of the pale skin and, most explicitly, the full erection.

Like his own.

He was sixteen. He didn't understand much. For the first time he was with another person like this. With a man. He lowered his eyes, suddenly mortified, but unable to control his excitement that was still rising. He shut his eyes tight. His hands, involuntarily, reached for his cock - but the touch he felt wasn't of his fingers. He opened his eyes again and focused his dazed sight on what he could see: Matsuka's face, right by his own, and so serious look in his golden eyes. Matsuka shook his head and clasped his growing organ. Keith twitched, but bore his look.

Matsuka's touch was so unlike his own. Gentle and firm. Much more gentle and much more firm. Never taking his eyes off Keith, Matsuka moved his hands, and Keith stayed within this solar system only with his willpower - that now seemed only an oddly sounding word anyway. He had to concentrate, he had... The only he could do now was returning the favour. Matsuka's eyes grew wider when Keith touched him.

What happened afterwards Keith could remember very vaguely, but one was crystal clear: they didn't stop looking in each other's eyes for a moment.

Later, as they were lying entangled like an ivy and a tree, as if they weren't going to ever part - Matsuka still smelling like a coffee - Keith heard low but decisive whisper, "I will never let you go."

He could only nod, for the sudden lump in his throat - originating from the sweet pain filling his heart - left him speechless. For his part, he wasn't going to leave anywhere.

He couldn't remember a thing from his previous life, but he was completely sure it couldn't be better than this one.