The campus is dark as Sylvain tugs Felix through the grounds.
"Idiot," he murmurs, "This—"
"Shh, shh, you're going to get us caught."
Felix scoffs. "We wouldn't if this wasn't your dumb idea of a date. Really, Sylvain? I expected a drink at the Lounge—"
"Like always? That's getting boring."
It isn't, and they both know it; Sylvain just wanted an excuse to give Felix more gray hairs. Despite Felix's annoyance, though, he lets himself be tugged along, fingers curled loosely around Sylvain's palm. Makes Sylvain feel warm, palm sweaty with nervousness and delight, his heart pounding with every time that Felix leans close.
Felix makes him feel like a teenager again, not the middle-aged has-been that's a little past his prime. He'd never tell him, of course, never admit to it. Felix would gloat with the information, holding it over Sylvain's head until the end of their lives.
At least, that's what Sylvain assumes there is for them—no end, that is. He's never felt that before with another, the kind of ease that you sink into, that just feels right.
Felix, for all his grumbling, doesn't say no, and Sylvain continues to lead him through that University campus. "Even if we're caught, I'm allowed to be here late at night. I'll just say that I'm working."
"Ah, yes, grading papers by moonlight. Seems logical."
Sylvain grins, even though he knows that Felix can't see it. "I mean, I teach astrophysics, so it'd be on brand."
"And what, I'm your TA?"
Sylvain pauses in his step, considering the idea. "I mean, if you're implying roleplay, then I'm definitely game—" He breaks off in a laugh as Felix shoves him rather violently. Sylvain stumbles, catching himself against a walkway railing. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Sheesh."
It is a long walk to his department and Felix complains the entire way, despite his apparent fear of getting caught. "It better be worth it," says Felix, grumpy at his core, "Because I think I'd rather a drink."
"Indulge me," says Sylvain, "Is that what you promised?"
"And I wonder why I did, now that we're here."
Sylvain pauses, just short of his Department door. "Hey," he says, leaning close, nosing near Felix's ear, "Can't you just trust me?"
Felix doesn't look amused, but he also doesn't say anything. Sylvain watches him with a sappy grin and then presses a kiss on his forehead. "If you don't like it, I'll buy you a drink later."
"You always buy my drinks."
"It's the thought that counts." Down a few halls and up a few sets of stairs; Sylvain pulls Felix onto the rooftop where the air is a little chilly and the night sky is spread wide above them. It's quiet up there, stars twinkling.
Felix is immediately suspicious, his eyes sliding to the left, mouth tugged into a frown.
"It's a telescope," says Sylvain, guiding him to the steps of it. "You asked why Astrophysics—"
"Yes, because who in their right mind does math for a living?"
Sylvain pauses. "Felix, you're an accountant."
"Theoretical Math, then."
Sylvain chuckles, scratching at his head. "Look, humor me. Just look into the damn thing. Took a lot of effort to get you up here, and you complained the entire time. It's the least you can do."
Felix sighs, rubbing at his face tiredly. Even now, after a long day, he looks handsome and Sylvain is about to swoon all over again. Always like that first night, where it was love at first sight. Sylvain catches Felix's chin and smooths his thumb across his cheek.
"Idiot," says Felix, but his eyes are crinkled with softness, and he lets Sylvain turn him around and show him how the telescope works.
They are close. Sylvain guides him, chest flush against Felix's back as he fiddles with levels and moves the contraption around. Felix winds up enjoying it, marveling at the way the universe looks through it. And, all the while, Sylvain tells him about the stars and the sky, his voice warm in his ear.
It's nice, he thinks, spending time alone on the rooftop. Watching the stars slide by quietly. Felix remarks about things and marvels at the moon, and Sylvain just holds him close, fingers curled around his hip bones.
"I suppose that I understand," says Felix, eventually. His voice is quiet, soft even, as he waves around. "It's awe-inspiring I guess. The large and the unknown."
Sylvain hums, pressing him against the telescope, nosing at his neck. Felix doesn't fight him off, he just sighs softly as Sylvain plants a kiss there. "At the end of the day, we're nothing but stardust, you know? We're made from the Universe, and we'll go back to it once we're gone."
Felix pulls back to look at him. Affectionate, unlike his usual demeanor. Sylvain can't help but lean in for a proper kiss, lips slotted together for something that isn't quite chaste. Felix sighs into his mouth, kissing him back, fingers curling around the nape of Sylvain's neck.
The touch lingers, but never deepens, the both of them satisfied with just the simple closeness of the other.
Sylvain hums as he pulls away, thumbing over Felix's mouth, tracing the gentle lines around it.
"It's always a show with you, isn't it?" asks Felix, fondly.
Sylvain replies with a kiss to his knuckles.
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Felix has never been in Sylvains's office, but he finds himself far too distracted to take a look around.
"Insatiable," he mutters as Sylvain looms over him, pressing him back against his desk.
"Hm, but you love that about me." Sylvain doesn't realize what he's said, or the implication; doesn't realize the word that's slipped so effortlessly from his mouth in the rose-colored haze that's fallen over them. It feels right, though.
Sylvain noses along the length of his neck, biting at the skin there softly. His breath is warm and his mouth is hot. He nibbles at Felix's neck, but takes care to not leave marks, at least. Thankfully. Some people work in a damn office, and Felix has to uphold some sort of decorum.
The hard edge of the desk digs into the meat of his ass, so he shifts slightly, settling back, rucking aside Sylvain's paperwork without a care in the world. His fingers curl around Sylvain's necktie, yanking it, and Sylvain tumbles forward to bracket him against the wood.
"Eager." Sylvain smiles at him slyly. "Needy, even. Look at you, spread across my desk—"
"I'm calling the shots here," cuts in Felix, pulling him closer.
Sylvain's mouth snaps shut and then he smirks. "What, no worries about getting caught?"
"This is your office. And we're grading papers aren't we? I thought I was your TA."
Sylvain reaches up to grasp at his chin to tip his head back, turning it from side to side. "Hm, a little old for that, but definitely more handsome. Distinguished, even. Definitely my type."
They kiss again, this time more fevered. Sylvain licks into Felix's mouth, tongues scraping across his as they both moan. Felix is hard, his cock pressed tightly against his trousers. Can't help it, really. Sylvain's stupidly romantic when he's given a chance, and between the date under the stars, and the heat of his body against him, Felix is a goner.
Sylvain reaches down, grabbing him by the hips, pulling him to the edge of the desk. He grinds their crotches together, which leaves nothing to the imagination—Sylvain's hot and bothered as well, the length of his cock evident as it twitches behind roughspun twill.
"Gods," he murmurs against Felix's mouth. Felix's hand curls behind his neck, holding him there, moaning with every roll of Sylvain's hips. And then Sylvain's hand sneaks down, ghosting across his erection, squeezing it tightly through his trousers.
Felix keens, a little too loud, his head dipping back as his eyes slip closed and he just feels. Fuck, Sylvain's hand feels good as he works him slowly, fingers devilish in their skill as they palm him over his clothing. "Fuck, Sylvain—Oh—"
The whine is pathetic sounding, but Sylvain loves it, mouthing at his ear, whispering dirty words, pet names, and whatever distracting shill that will keep Felix from tipping over the edge and coming in his trousers like a damned teenager.
"So good," he says, voice low and warm, "Never thought we'd get to do this here, in my office. What a dream come true."
Felix thinks this is the worst place for it, but even when Sylvain's fingers fumble at the opening of his trousers, he says nothing. Just lets Sylvain peel open his clothes, revealing his skin to the cool air. His fingers slip in, nails grazing through the coarse hair there at the base of his dick and—
"Professor?"
They both freeze as the door to Sylvain's office opens. They watch each other wide-eyed as it swings wide, revealing Cyril, Sylvain's actual TA, who's still on campus finishing last-minute work. It is a comedy of errors: Sylvain's hand wrist-deep in Felix's trousers; their kiss-swollen lips, and Felix's red and lusty face; Sylvain's disheveled hair and crooked color; their clearly hard cocks, twitching slightly in the awkwardness of it all.
Cyril's face turns red and he looks about to vomit. "Oh, Oh my Goddess. Um, um—"
"Cyril," says Sylvain with more composure than Felix would have assumed, "Just—let us fix ourselves and we'll get out of your hair."
"No need! I'm—look, you just, uh, keep at it, or somethin'. I'll just close up shop and head on home, and leave you to be."
"Cyril."
Cyril is gone seconds later, the door clicking shut behind him. Sylvain groans, embarrassed, hiding his face in the crook of Felix's shoulder. His cock is flagging, which comes as no surprise. "Goddess, I—Felix, I'm sorry."
"Hm. Is he usually around this late?"
"Of course not! That's why—ugh."
Felix laughs, fingers sweeping through Sylvain's thick, curling locks. "I warned you, I do think." He did, and Sylvain groans into his neck, a rare moment of agreement. Felix tugs his head back to greet his face properly. He doesn't think he's ever seen Sylvain so red-faced, not even in the throes of fucking.
"Let's go home," he says quietly, "There, we can take our time."
Sylvain's gaze narrows, heady lust coming back to him. They kiss again, long and lingering, tongues dipping into each other's mouths. And then, Sylvain pulls back and rights himself the best he can.
"I need to lose myself in you tonight, because tomorrow I'm going to have to look him in the face, and just—"
"Idiot," says Felix, "Only fools think that old men can't indulge like this."
Sylvain smiles, wide and curving.
Stardust, thinks Felix, later that night when he's boneless in their bed, limbs like jelly. We're all just stardust in the end.
He rather likes the idea of it.