Kaidoh sat, fascinated by the way their fingers looked entwined with one another. The off colored flesh, his light tan completely offset by Tezuka's pale fingers. The utter oddness of it made Kaidoh smile to himself.
Tezuka watched both the road and his new treasure, innocently smiling as thought he thought he was not being watched.
Tezuka squirmed, his erection still yearning to be touched. Kaidoh, still shaking, pulled their joined hands closer to him, as though trying to get a better look, and make sure they were real.
Hair mussed, the smell of sweat surrounding them, unspoken passions, untouched bodies, perfection.
"I don't want to go." Kaidoh complained as his home got closer and closer. He very much liked where he was, safe and whole. With the boy he…loved, with the boy he loved so much it filled him up to his fingertips.
"You…need to." Tezuka looked at their hands then too, they did look odd together, long and awkward, boy hands never looked right together.
Denying passion and lust, almost unthinkable for teenagers, Kaidoh opened the door.
Fingers still together, as though permanently connected. They could only wish.
"Tomorrow, you promised me tomorrow."
"Promise, I will come get you, I will…be there." Tezuka wanted nothing more then to pull the boy back into his car, pull him into his arm, shout 'Mine!' and drive off into the unforgiving summer night.
Time felt abnormal, this moment was not meant to end like this, it was meant to end with raw hickies and swollen lips.
Kaidoh wanted to stay, and steal from this moment as much as he could, take with him all of it.
Fingers untwined.
Lips met one last time in passion. One final taste, a sweet sweet good night.
Kaidoh pulled away fast, and closed the door, barricading them. Tezuka watched as the boy smiled and ran his fingers down the window, leaving marks, steaming.
"Goodnight." Tezuka mouthed through the glass.
"Goodnight." The boy turned and walked away, looking back every step. Fingers still shaking.
"My love…" Tezuka whispered to himself as Kaidoh closed his front door, disappearing.
That night there was no shame in Tezuka, no wonderment nor confutation. Past love songs that once meant nothing played in his head.
His mother and father watched bewildered as their very serious and responsible son glided into the house an hour late, eyes sparkling.
"What do you suppose that was about?" The father asked.
The mother shook her head at her husband. "Well isn't it obvious, our son is in love."
"Love?"
"Yes."
Tezuka fell on his bed, stuffed his head into his pillow, and smiled. His whole body tingling, his lips raw, the smell of Kaidoh, of the charcoal still surrounding him, the taste of plastic hovered in his mouth.
That night his dreams were not so strange, but just as hot.
Kaidoh fell back hard against the front door, his legs nearly giving out under him. He was on fire, and he fucking loved it.
"Kaoru?"
Hazue watched from the hall as his brother stared of into space, looking as though he was going to cry.
Kaidoh didn't hear his name being called as he glided up the stairs into his room, his shoes still on, forgotten.
Hazue watched his brother with more curiosity then the day before, and peeked in on his parents to make sure they hadn't heard Kaidoh come home, and ran upstairs to his brother's room.
"Big brother?" Hazue opened the door and walked into his brother's room, only to jump surprised. His brother was looking at his reflection in the mirror. His brother hated the mirror, Hazue had no idea why, all he knew was he did.
"Kaoru?"
Kaidoh looked to the door, at his brother, eyes sparkling, face cocked, smiling almost shyly.
"He loves me back." He whispered, as though almost ashamed.
Hazue walked into the room and closed the door. He had never seen his brother so…happy before.
"Who?"
"Tezuka."
Hazue was thrown. "Your captain!?"
"Yes, are you angry with me for that?" Kaidoh asked, not wanting to be ashamed of, scared almost.
"What? No!" Hazue nearly shouted, running up to his brother and hugging his waste. "No, I love you."
Thrilled, Kaidoh pulled his little brother up into the air and swung him around. Sometimes he adored his little brother.
"I'm in love, I'm in love!" He shouted.
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