Gon had his fingers threaded through Killua's hair. He'd been extremely touchy lately, but Killua supposed that he didn't mind. He liked the way Gon's hands felt when they touched him, big and callused and tanned. Unlike his own, where his right hand was incredibly abused and its twin on the left had only a few marks that quickly disappeared, as was the norm with paper cuts.
Gon's fingers were thick, rough. And Killua knew it was because of when he was a child, hands growing rough from his fishing rod as he spent his days on Whale Island by a lake, or from climbing the trees.
Killua's, on the other hand, were long, much like a pianist's fingers, but with a callus on the ring finger of his right hand. His right thumb was far more angular than his left as well, especially when his stretched out his hand completely. His theory was that it'd become like that because he'd held the pencil too tightly when he sketched in the earlier days.
Gon's left hand held his. Gon's right hand tangled into the white strands of his hair, while he held his in front of him, holding out a book that he'd taken from Kurta while they were leaving.
'He is all my art to me now.' Killua read. His hand tightened around Gon's. How true it was. While he didn't love Gon solely for the purpose of art, he found that the quote echoed in him. The first time he'd read the book, he'd found it a little ridiculous that an artist could fall in love, perhaps at all. No matter what it was.
But Gon.
He paused in his reading and lowered the book, mouth set in a line as he sank back into Gon.
"Thank you." He said suddenly and Gon leaned over a little, their eyes meeting.
"For what?" His fingers continued twisting Killua's locks, and Killua smiled at him.
"For showing me I can." After that, Killua turned back to his book, raising it up again, while behind him, Gon's brow knitted.
"You're welcome, I guess. I still don't know what you mean."
Killua slipped in his bookmark and turned a little, so he could easily see Gon, and set the book to the side. Gon's hand moved from his hair to his back, their hands still entwined.
"Can I just... I love you, Gon. I didn't think I could, romantically, but I do. Thank you for showing me I can."
Gon's amber eyes lit up when he smiled and he leaned forward, kissing Killua briefly. The two of them smiled dumbly for a moment before they broke down in laughter, Killua's head falling against Gon's shoulder.
"You're so cute, Killua." Gon said sweetly.
"Are you kidding? That was so fucking cheesy. Why didn't you stop me from saying that?"
Gon started rubbing circles on Killua's back. "Because I like it when you say cute things."
Killua grinned. "Fuck you, Gon."
"You can if you want to."
He laughed again, and nipped at Gon's neck. "I might if you keep that up."
"Right here?"
"Yep."
Gon was silent for a moment, and Killua peeked at him. He was smiling, shaking his head, and laughing softly. "That wouldn't be comfortable."
"Maybe not for you."
That made him pause for just a moment before he turned them, pressing Killua against the floor and holding himself over him.
"I don't know; this is pretty comfortable." He said, obviously holding back laughter.
Killua leaned up, his lips close to Gon's. "Not for as long as I'll keep you up there." He wrapped his arms around Gon's shoulders, and pulled up a little, kissing him again.
For a moment, he felt a flash of pain jolt through his arm, but ignored it. He knew what tomorrow would be, so his body really needed to stop reminding him, especially now.
He just wanted to be a stupid hormonal nineteen year old boy for an hour.
"What time does Senritsu normally get back?" Gon asked suddenly.
The person in question stepped out of the kitchen and looked at the two of them before sighing and shaking her head.
"I've been here the whole time. Could you please take that-" she gestured to the two of them "-somewhere else, please."
Gon sat up straight beside Killua, looking at Senritsu apologetically. "I didn't know you were home, I'm sorry."
She smiled at him. "It's okay, Gon."
Killua looked up at her, upside down. "But not okay for me, I assume."
Senritsu shook her head. "No, I won't mind as long as you take it somewhere else."
He smiled. "I don't deserve you." He said before standing, reaching out his hand to Gon. "Let's go. A happy Ritsu is my favorite Ritsu." Gon smiled at him and laughed a little.
Senritsu watched the two of them go down the hall and into Killua's room.
"Those little bunnies." She mumbled before pulling out her phone and texting Kurapika.
Just in case they got loud.
Gon's tongue was on his neck.
Killua closed his eyes, hands tightening, clutching Gon's shirt. His tongue was replaced with lips and teeth.
"Is," Killua managed, "is this you b-being pos-sessive?" Gon hummed against his throat, before removing his mouth.
"Not really, I think you'll know when I am. It will be clear." Gon turned him attention back to Killua's throat, kissing up the pale skin to his jaw.
Killua rolled his hips. "I want to see it now. I'm curious."
Gon nipped at his jaw, causing Killua to make a small chirping sound. "Curiosity killed the cat."
"Are you comparing me to a cat? Because I can totally show you how cat-like I can be." He slipped his hands out of Gon's grip and placed them against his chest.
Gon pushed himself up and looked at Killua's mischievous expression, his own doubtful.
"It almost looks like you're about to grow ears and a tail."
Killua raised his eyebrows. "You're being cheeky."
"Yep." Gon said with a nod.
"You can be taught."
Killua woke up in Gon's arms. They hadn't done anything the night before, only a really hardcore make out session, but still, Killua woke in pain.
It flashed like lightning down his spine, waking him from his restful sleep and wracking his body with the crushing pain he'd only ever felt once before. He gasped, pulling out of Gon's arms and curling in on himself.
It felt worse this time. It felt so much worse. It felt like his bones were breaking, snapping into pieces, and crumbling into dust.
He took a breath, ignoring the sharp pain in his lungs from doing so, and glanced at the clock.
Four in the morning.
Killua felt a hand on his shoulder, and he whimpered, really desperately wishing Gon wasn't awake but simply missing his warmth.
"Hey, Killua." Gon whispered to him in the darkness, and Killua curled closer, wincing.
"Are you okay?"
