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It had been a month since his college life had started...and it had been precisely that long since he had been in any kind of contact with Yuri. The last time he had seen and spoken to the longer haired male was when he had moved into his new apartment, and even then not many words were exchanged between the two of them. The discomfort in the air was palpable, Flynn fidgeting in the other's car far more than he had wanted.
When the older man volunteered to help him move he really didn't think much of it at first, but once the process actually started it had taken a toll on him emotionally that wasn't made clear until he was alone. Strangely enough furniture wasn't as hard to come by as he had originally thought, Raven giving him an assortment of things that had been in storage since god knows when. In his 'new apartment present' (what Raven called it) were a mattress, dresser, couch, desk, small shelf, dinning table, chairs, TV and an assortment of pots and pans.
He doubted he'd be cooking anything...When everything was given a place Flynn slowly began to realize just how silent everything was after Raven and Yuri had left. At first he felt uncomfortable, but he contributed that to the fact that it was his first time being in a place he could call his own. It wasn't until he was sitting at the small table in the kitchen eating ramen noodles did the blonde realize just how alone he really was; there wasn't a sound to be heard, no frantic typing of keys, no dog grunting whenever he walked by, no stupid remarks being sent his way randomly, no nothing.
He couldn't help but laugh at himself. Since when had Yuri's presence become the norm? Had he really become so stuck on the older man that he missed being with him? That was ridiculous! But...he couldn't lie to himself and say that the two of them hadn't connected in some way. Surprising as it was he had come to understand Yuri, come to understand that he had a lot more going for him than being just a grade-A pain in the ass. Even more surprising was the fact that the two of them had something in common, and even if it was bonding over unrequited parental love it was still bonding.
It was comforting to know someone else who had the same problem as him, though depressing because they couldn't do a thing to change anything. Yuri couldn't just give up being gay and Flynn couldn't bring his father back. It was the bitter reality the two of them had to live with, but at least they had one another to confide in. Well...not anymore. He wasn't sure why he was treating his moving out as such a life altering thing, especially when he could call up Yuri whenever he wanted.
But that didn't happen.
The first few weeks of college were hectic, Flynn trying his best to find all of his classes while not being late. He was pretty sure that he had at least covered fifty percent of the campus before he found them all, Things were completely different from high school, especially the whole 'different classes on different days' thing that threw him off at first. The blonde had ended up in classes he wasn't supposed to take until the following day or later in the week, always avoiding eye contact as he left feeling completely embarrassed.
When not running around like an idiot by day he was working at the bakery in the afternoon, putting on his usual charm to attract the customers. When night fell he was studying hard, munching away on whatever instant food he had prepared before hand. When not doing homework he was asleep, and Flynn had only ever experienced such exhaustion a few times in his life. It became rather routine after that, and even if he thought about Yuri from time to time he never once visited or called him.
He was sure that the ache in his chest was due to his lack of contact with the longer haired male, but he didn't understand why. Why did he possess such a desire to see the older man? And why did he hated himself for not even calling him? He'd think about these things as he lied on his mattress, the moments before drifting off occupied with nothing but Yuri and those goddamn feelings. Maybe he just missed the sex...because the only partner he had during that month was hid hand and bottle of lotion.
Going out wasn't even a option anymore because he was so swamped juggling work and school, the small action of jerking off enough to satisfy himself for the evening. Of course he was sociable, but just with the people around campus. Outside of that he was on his own, declining whenever someone asked if he wanted to hang out at night. He was just...too busy. Estelle and Rita sometimes came over to have study sessions since they basically had the same subjects, and it was one of the few times out of the week that he got himself a decent meal.
Delivery and instant food had been his source of energy for an entire month, because it wasn't right to call up his long time friend whenever he wanted dinner. He had come to terms with his inability to cook a long time ago, so he felt that it was best for him to settle rather then disturb someone...especially Yuri. And that was another problem he had deal with; when those rare moments of free time came, usually when he had a small load of homework to do, he'd always come up with some kind of excuse to not see him. For some reason it just made him anxious.
He also feared that any interaction with the older man would distract him from his work, since it was quite clear he needed to focus. Even with his book on the fence of being canceled, he was still working hard on the next installment, refusing to stop because it was his passion and no one could tell him otherwise. He wouldn't say it out loud, but that was one of the qualities he admired about Yuri: his undying will to continue on even if things were not in his favor. Flynn wasn't really sure if he could do the same, because he was sure he respected authority too much to go against it.
The longer haired male just seemed to be a rebel at heart...and sometimes he envied that.
It was at the end at the month when he finally got himself a (hopefully) permanent roommate to ease his loneliness, though at first he had almost denied their companionship. Since it was the fall it rained at least twice out of the week, Flynn having to invest in an umbrella because of it. After missing his bus he had decided to walk home, not wanting to wait in the rain even if it meant taking twenty minutes out of his schedule to reach his apartment. While going over a mental list of everything he needed to restock his fridge with, he noticed a cardboard box sitting next to a building that he been run down for some time.
After walking passed it he had to stop, wondering if his eyes had played a trick on him since he couldn't believe what he had just seen. Backtracking he found that his blue orbs had not lied, the blonde staring down at a completely drenched kitten in said cardboard box. Crouching down he noticed the words 'I NEED A HOME' written in black marker on the side, the rain causing it to bleed and run down onto the sidewalk. The kitten looked dirty, it's tiny body shaking as it stared up at him with a pleading look written all of it's body. Well shit...
He was completely conflicted; he knew he could've picked up the kitten without batting an eyelash, but because he was the kind of person who thought ahead he couldn't help but hesitate. Bringing in an animal meant another mouth to feed, not to mention the vet visits, kitty litter and an assortment of toys that would keep it from completely destroying his apartment. Having a pet was expensive. It wasn't until the most pathetic sounding meow come from the kitten did he say 'to hell with it', picking up the box before hoisting it under his arm and leaving.
He was lucky enough that his apartment complex allowed animals, or else he'd have something else to think about. Once inside the small space he went to work on cleaning the kitten up, discovering just how dirty it's fur was the moment it went from dingy grey to pearly white. It puffed up after he had toweled it off, laughing a bit as he mentally compared it to cotton ball. It was fairly cute once clean, its white body splashed with patched of brown and black here and there. He was a bit alarmed when he noticed the poor thing had a nub for a tail, checking to see if it had been mutilated by someone since he figured all cats were supposed to have long tails.
After inspection he was thankful to find that it was just how the kitten tail was, and after calming down a bit he began to think about what he needed to do about the small animal he had taken into his new home. Since he certainly didn't have cat food he figured tuna fish would be enough to hold it off until he got his next pay check, which would be soon. A towel along with an extra bed sheet would have to do as a makeshift bed, the box it had come in completely insufficient since it had been damaged by the rain. As the evening went on, Flynn going about his normal routine, he couldn't help but feel slightly happy that he was no longer alone in his apartment.
The kitten was rub up against him, sit in his lap as he did his homework and walked in-between his legs as he waited for his TV dinner to finishing warming up in the microwave. Even if the conversations were one-sided, the kitten occasionally meowing like it understood him, but at least there was another body other than his around. When he was finally paid the first thing he did was shop, getting the usual before taking an unfamiliar turn into the pet aisle. There were so many options; dry or wet food, chicken or fish based, natural and organic, store or big name brand...it just went on. It was frustrating, and even as he read the label he still wasn't getting anywhere.
"Ugh, it's just food-"
"Um..." Flynn's body went rigid, head slowly turning in the direction on the voice...even if he already knew who it belonged to, "Hey..."
"U-Um...Hey, Yuri..." His mouth suddenly went dry, unable to think of anything else to say to the older man. He fidgeted slightly, knowing that even if it had only been a month their separation had caused something to change between them.
Their eyes met a few times, the blonde unable to stare for more then a few seconds because of the feeling of pain and guild that had welled up in his chest. For some reason he felt like he had abandoned Yuri by moving out, but it wasn't like the other male would die if he wasn't around. And then he started thinking...because after leaning that Yuri had attempted suicide, Raven and Judith's words began to make sense.
The longer haired male could've easily been unstable (but not to the extent of his own mother), and as such needed someone to keep him from losing it again. It wasn't until he moved out that Flynn figured that he could've easily been the only thing keeping the older man sane. Yuri shouldn't be left alone...that's what they had said, and the regret he had about moving out ate away at him. He couldn't really look Yuri in the eyes because he felt he had betrayed him.
"So...how are things for you?"
"Just fine...not great, college is completely draining."
"I'm sure it is- oh god, is that what you've been eating?"
Flynn stared at him for a few seconds before following the other's line of sight, a look of horror growing on his face when he realized what he was talking about.
"W-What? No, no, no, this isn't for me, I swear!" He quickly put the can back on the self , "It's just that I found this cat and I have no idea what kind of food to feed it."
"Oh..." The longer haired male muttered a bit before running his fingers through his hair, Flynn recognizing what the action meant before tensing up a bit. Dammit...he hadn't meant to make the situation even worse.
"Could you, um...help me out? I mean cat food can't be that much different from dog food, right?" He wasn't trying to sound desperate, but...fuck it, he was. With a small sigh Yuri nodded, saying that the only thing he needed to focus on were price and ingredients.
He was told that if the first things listed on the car weren't some kind of meat he needed to steer clear of it, and if he didn't understand the majority of the ingredients on the back then he should just leave it be. Flynn just nodded along, finding it strangely eerie how much he enjoyed hearing the older man speak. Maybe it was because he hadn't heard his voice in a while, but...it was refreshing. When he was finished with his lecture the uncomfortable feeling came flooding back, the blonde struggling to find something else to talk about.
"So I take it you've been eating nothing but that since moving out." Yuri motioned to his basket as he spoke, a wave of embarrassment washing over him again.
"W-Well I...can't really cook, and I have to eat something."
"Ah...well then why don't I come over and cook for you?" Flynn couldn't help but stare for a few seconds before allowing himself to realize what had just been said to him.
"What? N-No, I can't ask you to do that. You're busy-"
"If I was so busy do you really think I'd be standing here? Come on, I'll just make enough to last you for little while. Besides...you're not asking, I'm insisting."
And there it was, his trademark smirk that told him that if he didn't comply something very undesirable would happen to him. Hell, he wouldn't put it past the longer haired male to follow him home, banging on his door until he let him in. He knew Yuri, which was why the only thing the blonde could do was smirk right back, giving in because there wasn't any option left for him. He felt kind of like a dog following the other male around the grocery store, telling him about his college ventures even if he wasn't completely sure if Yuri was listening. It just felt...good to talk to him again.
When he finally paid attention to what the longer haired male was putting in his cart he titled his head to the side, noting just how much food was being gathered. He figured Yuri would keep his word and make him enough food, but it look as if he was picking up enough food to feed a small army. Could he refrigerator even hold that much? Well he'd worry about it later. When everything was paid for they loaded it into his car, Flynn suddenly feeling not so talkative as soon as the doors closed. He didn't need to give directions since Yuri knew where he lived...which prompted a very interesting question...
"...Why didn't you visit...?"
"Why didn't you call?"
That pretty much killed whatever conversation Flynn had figured they'd have. He really had no room to criticizes because he had done the very same thing, so he spent the rest of the ride with his cheek pressed against the window, eyes never once peeking over that the other male. The awkwardness didn't disappear even when they reached his apartment, Flynn silently helping Yuri bring the bags up to his apartment. When everything was placed in the kitchen he was greeted with a gentle rub against his leg, the blonde smiling a bit before reaching down and picking up the source.
"What'd you name it?" It was the first words the other male had spoken to him since the car ride, Flynn having to gather himself because of it.
"I, um...haven't named it. I'm not even sure what its gender is..." He didn't look at the longer haired male as he spoke, eyes completely focused on the animal he held in his hands.
"Oh..." It was the same 'oh' he had heard in the grocery store, which pretty much meant Yuri had become uncomfortable. It was a weird sight, especially since the longer haired male usually exuded confidence...but then that tied right back into the revelation he had come to some time ago...
The older man spent a good while cooking, the dishes ranging from spaghetti to meatloaf, and all the while very little was said between the two of them. He spent most the time on his couch with his kitten, the two of them exchanging words only when the longer haired male couldn't find something. That afternoon his homework seemed to be a chore, and he was sure Yuri's presence had something to do with it. His eyes wandered over to the moving body in his kitchen, watching was the ponytail swayed with every little movement he made.
He always put his hair up whenever he cooked, because he said the last thing he wanted to do was get his long locks dirty or contaminate the food. And then his eyes slowly lowered, scanning the other male's slender back, noting that the two of them pretty much shared the same physique. He forced himself to look away, knowing that if his gaze continued its course he could've gotten himself aroused. Not that it was bad thing, it just...didn't seem right that moment. Things were awkward and tense between the two of them, and sex really didn't seem like it'd be a good icebreaker.
He assumed that if anything it'd only make things worse...
"Where's your boning knife?" The longer haired male called from over his shoulder, Flynn staring at him blankly before speaking.
"Uh...my what?"
"Your boning knife, you know, the knife you use to de-bone meat- you know what, forget I asked." It seemed that the older man figured that there was no point in continuing, Flynn rather grateful since he had no idea what he was talking about. There were names for knives?
"Someone should really teach you how to cook."
"But then I wouldn't have an excuse to have you over." In his head it sounded funny, but as soon as the words left his lips he couldn't help but draw back, regretting the usage of the word 'excuse'.
"Oh really," If that playful tone wasn't a sign, then his turning around and smirking at him should've set off alarms, "So you need an 'excuse' to have me over? Afraid to ask me outright?"
"No, I...that's not..." He was trying his best to gasp the right words, but his attempt seemed rather futile when he noticed Yuri crossing the distance between the two of them.
"So then what is it? What kept stopping you from calling me? Nerves?" Oh god, he was so close now, the blonde having to lean back a bit to keep some kind of distance between the two of them. It obviously failed.
"I-I...don't know..." Truthfully he didn't...because he felt all of the things he believed prevented him from seeing Yuri were just, well, excuses. The longer haired male placed his hands on the back of the couch, leaning in so close to the point where their lips were almost touching.
"Really...? Because I think-" A beeping noise from the stove cut him off, Yuri giving an eye roll before removing himself from his lap. Wait...when had he sat down?
Flynn let out a shaky breath, one he didn't remember taking in, body slumping down into the couch cushion. He was use to the other male's lack of understanding when it came to personal space, but this time it was different, or at least it felt different. This time around the other male's closeness wasn't a welcome thing, because it was threatening, because it told him that Yuri knew something he didn't...and was about to completely shatter whatever little shell the blonde had been living him.
Oh yes...he was very well aware that when it came to any kind of deep emotion that attached itself to the older man he instantly blocked it out, putting himself through a deep state of denial because he didn't want to admit anything to himself. He buried those unknown feelings deep within himself, scared, yes scared, to face them. For once the blonde didn't mind the silence, and this time he kept his eyes on his work instead of Yuri's back.
He did, however, watch as his kitten jumped down from it's position next to him, pawing at his pant leg- and oh shit he had forgotten to feed it. Getting up he quickly sprinted into the kitchen, fishing out one of the cans of food from out of the grocery bag before looking for a small enough bowl to hold it all. Placing it down on the ground he watched as the kitten walked over and sniffed the offering, Flynn praying that it wasn't the picky type.
The last thing he wanted to do was run back to the store and buy something else because the kitten had rejected its food, and then there was no telling if it would like the next batch he bought. Luckily it was lapped up happily by the apparently very hungry kitten, the blonde crouching down to run his fingers through its soft fur.
"...You've really taken a liking to it."
"Yeah...It helps with the loneliness..."
"Well don't get too obsessed, I don't want you to start hoarding cats." A small chuckled escaped his lips at the older man's comment, still not looking up to meet his gaze. Not yet...not when he still felt so awkward.
When the longer haired male was finally finished cooking, all the extra food being stored in his refrigerator, Flynn figured it was time to stop acting so timid. Sitting at the small table he finally decided to look at the other male, noticing that he was far more interested in what was on his plate than anything else.
"So, um...how's work?" Anything to get a conversation going, even if it was a pretty routine.
"Tiresome, but I manage...haven't been laid in like a month because of it." He let out as frustrated sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair, Flynn completely understanding of his situation. He too hadn't have time to go out and have a little fun, be the teenage that he was because school came first.
"I see...it hasn't been much better for me either..."
"You know what they say about 'all work and no play', Jailbait-"
"You can't call me that anymore." There wasn't any bite in his words since he was merely stating a fact, Yuri gaze coming to meet his before a sad smile slowly crossed his lips.
"...When was it?"
"Two weeks ago."
The longer haired male merely gave him a small nod before taking a sip of his coffee, making it after cooking since he apparently was trying to pull an all-nighter with his work (something Flynn was strongly against). The blonde knew that out of all the days he should've called it should've been his own birthday, a hard wave of guilt bearing down on him once more as he thought about the possibility that he had hurt the other male.
"Happy belated-"
"Don't...please don't...you don't have to say that when I didn't even call you..." Now he really couldn't look at Yuri, sliding down in his chair as he clenched and unclenched his hands against his jeans.
"Flynn, it's okay, it's no big deal-"
"How the hell can you say that? I thought you said you cared-!" He had to stop himself, gripping tightly as his jeans as he cursed under his breath. He shouldn't have been yelling, but to hear the older man pretty much dismiss the topic, intentionally or unintentionally, made him feel hurt and upset.
He could hear the older male place his cup down on the table, Flynn not daring to look up even when he knew he was about to be hit with something he didn't want to deal with.
"...You're right...I did say that. But that does beg the question, Flynn..."
He braced himself, even though he knew there wasn't any point.
"Do you care about me?"
Biting down on his bottom lip he tense up, knowing the answer even if his mouth refused to move. Yes...he cared about Yuri, but to what extent was the thing that bothered him the most. He didn't see the longer haired male the same way he saw Rita, Judith or Estelle, and even if he was older he certainly didn't see him the same way he saw Raven. So if he wasn't a friend or an adult figure, what was he? It was all he thought about during the rest of their extremely uncomfortable dinner, Yuri not at all helping since the blonde could feel the stare that was obviously directed at him.
He wanted to tell him to stop, but knew the pressure he was putting on him was for his own benefit. Flynn shouldn't have been pussyfooting around the issue, because that's pretty much what he did with everything the dealt with Yuri Lowell. That wasn't fair since he always seemed to ask for so much out of the other male. It was only a matter of time before the longer haired male became fed up with having to explain himself when the other end wasn't giving anything up.
It should've been a give and take situation, but all the blonde did was take...
When the older man's plate was empty he discarded it in the sink, muttering something about how he 'should've left' and he'd 'see him whenever'. No...he couldn't let their conversation end right there, because he wasn't sure when the next time to two of them would meet would be. He couldn't...he couldn't let Yuri leave without knowing something. Quickly he got to his feet, sprinting over to the door just as the longer haired male opened the door.
Placing his hand on it he slammed it shut, hands coming up to grip both of the other male's shoulder spin him around, pinning him against the piece of wood he had just closed. Obviously Yuri was confused, but for the time being the blonde decided to ignore that. Instead he tried to think about what he wanted to say, opening his mouth a few times to help himself a long.
"Yuri, I...I-I'm sorry, I-"
Before he could finish trying to figure out where he was going the longer haired male pulled him forward, crushing their lips together in such a rough manor that he couldn't help but give off a soft groan. The kiss was sloppy and wet and so unlike Yuri and goddammit if he didn't care. He pressed his entire body weight against the other male, promptly trapping him as the kiss grew deeper, hungrier. It wasn't until he experienced it that he found out just how much he had miss this, this hot bodies pressed up against one another while they fought for dominance with their tongues.
The older man's thing fingers were running themselves through his hair, disheveling it in a way that he liked because it was Yuri doing it. Pressing forward a bit more he ground his knee between the other's legs, rubbing at the obvious bulge in a rough manor as he began to nip and lick at the longer haired male's neck. When Yuri give off a small chuckle, mentioning that their position seemed very familiar, he couldn't help but agree...and be slightly surprised that he remembered. Flynn had been so inexperienced then, his movements so awkward to the point of being laughable.
His first time with the older man had been an experience, one that had paved the way for so many new emotions. Like the one he was feeling in that moment, the intense lust that consumed his body screaming at him to take more of Yuri. At some point the longer haired male had wrapped his legs around his waist, the only thing keeping him from falling being Flynn's body against his.
One of his hands had slipped itself underneath the other male's shirt, Yuri's arms coming to encircle themselves around his neck to pull them even closer. Flynn couldn't help but jump a bit when he felt fingers graze his shoulder, and if it had been anyone else he would've brushed the action off. But he couldn't...because he knew Yuri knew. His fingers gently caressed the spot, as if he could still feel pain from the wound that had healed some time ago...and then he remembered his words. The longer haired male had been there with him, holding onto his unconscious, bleeding body until someone came to help.
He could only imagine the kind of thoughts were going through the other male's mind...and that made his chest tighten. Biting down lightly on Yuri's neck he received a loud moan from the other male, his other hand tugging at the blonde's hair as his legs tightened around his waist. He knew what the older man wanted, Flynn teasingly licking the spot that drove him crazy before biting down. Yuri let out a long, deep groan while rubbing his hips against his stomach, his body obviously ready to get off.
"Oh god, Flynn..."
Fuck...the way he said his name...he probably would cum his pants right there if he didn't have better self control-
"I love you."
And his erection died right there on the spot. All motion completely ceased, Flynn staring blankly at the crook of the other male's neck before leaning back slightly. The older man's head was to the side, skin completely flushed all the way to the tips of his ears. The look on his face could only be described as pure, unadulterated horror, and who could really blame him? He had just blurted out that he had loved him, and given his reaction he had clearly meant what he had said.
"You...what?" He could feel Yuri untangling himself from his waist, the longer haired male coming to stand on his own before him. He still didn't look over at him, fingers coming to rack themselves through his hair as the red on his face deepened.
"I...I said I love you..." Flynn could only stare, mind trying to reboot itself from the shock of the other male's words.
Yuri...loved him?
No...no, no, no, the older man hadn't even given him so much as a hint that he had feelings for him! In the past he...he acted...shit. Flynn probably wouldn't know the signs of romantic intent even if they were staring him in the face, so it was completely plausible that he had missed the other male's hints. He knew all about coming onto people when sex was the outcome, but he was still very much a virgin when it came to love...and that scared him.
Backing up a little he tried to think of something to say that wouldn't embarrass him, but as his eyes ran along the other male's body there was no way he could reach the same level of embarrassment as he had.
"Um...how long have you l-loved me?" The word just didn't seem right on his tongue, but he'd have to say it if there was any chance of him getting through this situation. Not saying the word would be just like denying it...
"I..." Their eyes met briefly before Yuri quickly turned away again, "I think since your prom...after that I was really confused, because I seriously thought there was no way in hell I could fall for some brat."
"Hey-!"
"But then you called me up saying that your mother had stabbed you..."
Whatever tangent the blonde was about to go on about the older man calling him a brat had died in his throat, knowing full well that the incident hadn't just affected him alone.
"Of course I thought 'oh god I don't want him to die', but then...I starting thinking 'I don't wanna be without him'...and that's when it hit me." Confessing must've caused some kind of relief to wash over him, because his visibly tense body was now a little more relaxed.
"U-Um..."
"You drive me crazy, Flynn...crazy. You ruffle my feathers like no one else, you're a walking headache to me sometimes, you make me wanna hit you on occasion with how stupidly overemotional you can be and even if I know you're just a teenager and it comes with the territory, trust me I know, it doesn't stop me from wanting to tell you off so badly."
Flynn would've said something about being insulted, but he was far too confused as to why the longer haired male was smiling.
"But even with everything you put me through I...can't help the way I feel." Yuri leaned against the door, head down as his long bangs shielded his face from view. The blonde felt like he should've been saying something, anything, but he couldn't help but find himself completely void of any kind of quick response.
So the two of them just stood there, Flynn so very confused and Yuri biting his bottom lip anxiously, fingers tapping nervously against the wooden door behind him. There was something so very wrong about the situation, but at the same time is was so right. The other male was bearing his soul, looking so vulnerable and so completely out of his comfort zone. It was an example he should've followed, because the older man deserved something other than uncomfortable silence.
"S-Shit Flynn, say something...If you're going to reject me, reject me, don't just leaving me hanging like this-"
"I care about you, Yuri..."
The longer haired male seemed as if he nearly snapped his neck by the force of him looking up so quickly, shock plainly painted across his face.
"But I...don't know if it's the same as the way you feel about me, so...give me some time to think about it..." He was tense as he awaited the other male's response, not completely sure if he had said the right thing...but he was sure he had said what he had wanted to.
Flynn jumped a bit when he saw the longer haired male begin to walk over to him, body moving back slightly before he could catch himself doing it. He was probably nervous because this was such a new situation for him, the blonde not completely sure what to expect when it came to the actions of the other. When he was close enough Yuri placed both of his hands on his cheeks, gently pulling him forward and allowing their lips to meet.
It wasn't like their kiss before...if anything it was like the kiss he was given in the hospital...and the day Yuri told him about his parents...and that night at the prom...and holy fuck how had he not noticed? He was well aware that it felt different, but he just couldn't seem to attach the right emotion to it. But now he could tell where it was coming from, and he felt like a complete idiot for not noticing sooner. Then again...what would he have done if he had? If it had been any earlier he probably would've freaked out, told the longer haired male to stop messing with him before thinking about moving in with Raven.
He had been so immature back then, he'd admit it. He didn't take anything the longer haired male did seriously, always saw him as an annoyance that had been placed upon the Earth for the sole purpose of messing with him. Not only was it horrible of him to assume that there wasn't anything worth knowing about the older man, but it had been wrong of him to dismiss and completely refuse any kind of bonding between the two do them. He couldn't help but feel ashamed at his previous actions...
"Thanks, Flynn..." He muttered a bit after parting, and as he stepped back the blonde could see a rather depressing smile on his face, "I'll wait for you..."
With that Yuri turned on his heel and left out the door, Flynn continuing to stand there as the seconds ticked away. Tracing her fingers over his lips he could still taste the other male, the flavor of lust, want and seduction replaced with that of desperation, sadness and relief. He had seen the other male's face, seen how hopefully he had looked after they had parted from their kiss. But at the same time...he looked as if he had been rejected...
Walking over he sat himself down on his couch, his body slouched as he ran his fingers through his hair. It was so much to take in, and not only did he have to process his own feelings he had to process Yuri's. The blonde probably should've asked what the older man saw in him, because he truly felt that Yuri could've done better. It wasn't like he saw himself as undesirable, he just didn't seem to understand what the other male found so appealing about him other than his looks.
Now he was curious...but calling Yuri up when he was in such a state to inquire about something so trivial didn't seem right. Sitting back he pressed the back of his head against the couch, starting up at the ceiling as he rewound everything that had happened that day. He had run into Yuri while buying cat food, after coming back to his place the other male proceeded to prepare him food that would last him probably the rest of the month and then...
God he had fucking confessed to him...He had actually uttered the words 'I love you' rather than some half-assed 'I like you', and that simple change gave the statement even more weight. Yuri loved him...and what did he feel? What did he, Flynn Scifo, feel towards one Yuri Lowell? He just...didn't know...It was in that very moment of indecisiveness that he paled a bit, finally taking in what he had said to the longer haired male before his departure.
Having Yuri wait was probably far crueler than rejecting him...
"Shit..."
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