Notes: There's a sex scene. No smut. I don't even know why I'm warning you, it's really nothing explicit, not even a little bit, but I think it's right to do it. Enjoy the reading :)
The new track
Laxus had never felt so nervous. He had never witnessed an accident in the first person, and seeing Freed jump off his motorbike had been a terrifying scene, one that kept repeating itself in his mind intermittently. Afterwards it was all confused, he remembered falling off the bike, probably scratched because he was right behind Freed but he managed to swerve in time. He remembered Lucy's screams and ambulance sirens, but he didn't remember exactly how he got to the hospital. He certainly hadn't gotten there alone.
He only knew that at the moment he was sitting in the emergency room with Lucy and Natsu beside him. The girl was white in the face and she didn't say a word, while the boy kept pacing nervously back and forth to release the tension.
"Lucy, what happened?"
Laxus heard the voice and looked up not recognizing who he was. When he saw the woman, he realized that he had never actually seen her.
"An accident, we... we don't know anything yet," the blonde replied. Laxus realized there was also a man and Brandish. Only then did he realize that the two must be Freed's parents. Of course they were there. Still the images of the accident didn't make him think well. He shifted his gaze to Brandish, who just nodded to him. The girl then crossed her arms, if she was nervous, she wouldn't show it.
"How did it happen?" the woman always asked. Lucy tried to explain, and Laxus was forced to get up so as not to listen to everything again. He walked towards Natsu, and the boy glanced at Freed's parents but didn't say a word to them.
"Why does it take so long?" asked Natsu. Laxus didn't answer, not knowing what to tell him. At that point, however, as if someone had heard the question, the door opened and a doctor came out. Everyone immediately surrounded him waiting for news.
"The boy is fine, he was lucky," he told them. Laxus let out a sigh of relief as he felt his nervousness disappear. Lucy murmured 'Thank God' and Freed's mother stepped forward.
"I want to see my son," she said. The doctor nodded and just told them not to go in all at once, because the room was small and the boy needed a rest. Laxus wanted to jump into it but Freed's parents were faster and he didn't feel like getting in the way. So, the two adults entered with Brandish and he found himself again waiting with Natsu and Lucy. At least he wasn't nervous anymore because he knew Freed was fine. Although he would've preferred to see him with his own eyes.
"We should be in there," Natsu growled.
"Calm down" said Lucy "Freed's fine, that's the important thing."
"Yes, but I'm sure he doesn't even want to see them," Natsu retorted. Laxus agreed with him, they were probably the last people Freed wanted to see.
"They won't be in there long," Lucy said with a sigh. "So don't worry, we'll see him soon."
"Sure," Natsu growled. Laxus sat down and leaned his head against the wall, letting his anxiety subside at least a little, just hoping to be able to see and hug the boy soon.
When the door opened, he was surprised to see his parents. Freed was going to start telling them about everything but when he saw Brandish he calmed down slightly. Although his relationship with his cousin wasn't the best, she was the only one in the family with whom he could speak in a civilized way.
"How are you?" his mother asked immediately. Freed glanced at the arm in plaster. He also had pain in his leg, but luckily the clothes had protected him enough and, in the end, he got away with a few scratches and a few blows, except for the broken arm.
"Fine," he just said avoiding his father's gaze and focusing instead on his cousin, hoping she would understand and take his parents away from there. "The others? Laxus, Natsu and Lucy?" he asked, despite a nurse having already told him that he was the only one to have been hit by the car.
"They're fine. They're out here, they're worried about you," Brandish replied. Freed nodded in relief and then fell silent, not knowing what to say to his parents. He hadn't seen them for a long time, he had only heard them on the phone and only a few weeks before. He honestly didn't even think they were coming.
"What a bad blow. I've always told you that riding a motorbike is dangerous" said his mother, worried about him, lightly running her fingers over his forehead. Freed stared at her in annoyance. If he hadn't been forced to stay in bed and if he hadn't hurt his arm he would've pulled away.
"I'm fine," he repeated more firmly. "Now that you've done your homework as a good parent, you can go," he added irritably.
"We are worried about you and you talk to us like this? We thought you died on that damn motorbike!" bellowed his father at that point. Freed looked at him irritably.
"Sure," he murmured sarcastically and then raised his voice again. "Now you've seen that I'm fine, you can go," he repeated hard.
"We're not going anywhere. Do you know why this happened? Because you don't listen to us and go prick around thinking only of yourself!" thundered the man. "If you hadn't ridden the bike, you wouldn't be here!".
"No, it happened because a fucking car overtook when it wasn't supposed to," Freed retorted.
"If you had driven a car now you wouldn't be here".
"It could happen anyway, and since when do you care about me? You threw me out of the house, so go away and leave me alone! ".
"Freed, we're just worried," Beverly, his mother, tried to say, calmer. "I know we weren't the best parents, but we love you, that's why we complain about motorcycles, because we don't want something like that to happen to you," she tried to explain more softly, running a hand through Freed's hair, who raised his left arm and pushed it back badly, despite the pang of pain.
"Is that why you destroyed my track? Because I don't think so, the truth is that you're just obsessed with the reputation that others have of you," he retorted sourly.
"Still with this story," his father growled.
"I know it was you," Freed said, looking at his father. But he wasn't the one to answer.
"You're right, we were fools and we'll pay you all damages. But please, let's stop with these arguments and come back to us," Beverly said. Freed was surprised for a moment. It took a few seconds before he thought of an answer, he was already about to start again in bursts to insult them, but his father did it first.
"Good heavens Beverly, what the fuck are you saying?" he blurted out.
"Shut up," the woman snapped and tears began to flow down her face as she reached out her hand to take Freed's. The boy fell silent and looked away from his mother's guilty face, not knowing how to react. "Please Freed, I don't care if you follow in our footsteps. If you want to keep track, that's fine. I just want to see you again, feel like we're family. I should never have walked away from you, I'm so sorry," she said with tears in her eyes. Freed didn't know how to react. His father seemed even more furious instead.
"Stop this nonsense," he told his wife, who shook her head as she sobbed.
"Freed, please..." she repeated.
The boy didn't know what to do. If on the one hand he wanted to throw them out of the room, on the other hand he still felt a little warmth, at least from his mother's part. He closed his eyes for a moment, and luckily Brandish's presence saved him.
"Dad's calling, he wants to talk to you," she told Freed's parents. The father picked up the phone and went out and then his mother too got up and followed the man, not before throwing a guilty look at her son. Once they were both out, Brandish glanced at his cousin. "You're welcome, I expect to be able to use your bathtub for the whole next month for letting them out," she told. Freed sighed slightly.
"Anyway, you use it already," he replied in a low voice, although he was grateful.
"Yes, well. Anyway, just so you know, aunt didn't know it was your father who ruined the track until three days ago. They fought a lot. Do what you want with it. Oh, and buy some gummy candies for when I use your tub," she said, then exited. Freed smiled slightly at his cousin's oddities but didn't object.
He rested his head on the pillow so as to think about what to do with this, but the door swung open again and soon after his friends walked in en masse, not allowing him to do so.
"I only have a broken arm, I'm not sick," Freed snapped as he entered the elevator. Laxus followed, holding the two pizza boxes in his hand.
"Can't you say 'thank you' like any normal person?" the blond asked with a slight smile.
"Well, thanks, we could've the bellboys take it home," Freed grunted irritably.
"You haven't left the house in days," Laxus pointed out. He was not completely wrong, it was already a lot to have forced him to walk two minutes to go to the pizzeria. Freed snorted.
"Because I had no reason to go out," he grunted. Laxus rolled his eyes but didn't reply. The elevator reached their floor and Freed opened the door and entered the apartment. The two boys settled on the living room table and began to eat quietly. Since Freed left the hospital, they had only seen each other in their apartments, as Freed didn't really want to leave the house. Not just because of his arm, but also because he had started working from home and sorting out a lot of paperwork for the track.
"Have you decided what to do with yours parents?" Laxus asked and Freed stood with the slice of pizza in the air for a moment, not expecting the blond to ask him. Freed had opened up to him about his, explaining what had happened and how they had called him back. Mainly his mother, but his father too must have regretted what he had done. He hadn't specifically said it, but he had agreed to pay all the damages he had caused. And since the insurance had actually already paid for everything, Freed had decided to use that money to modernize the track.
But he still hadn't gone to them, even though his mother had asked him several times to go to dinner. They were talking on the phone, and Freed had to admit, it was nice to do it after years, even if a little embarrassing. However, still better than completely cutting the bridges.
"No," he replied then taking a bite. Laxus nodded.
"Have you thought about it?".
"Not much," Freed admitted. "What would you do?" he asked. Laxus shrugged.
"I don't have to tell you. But with everything they're doing, you can see that they're repentant," he replied.
"Yes," Freed murmured. That was true. His father had also proposed to him to open a motorcycle company together. Freed refused, because he didn't want to start any business with his father, despite the idea of releasing his motorcycles had aroused him a lot. He continued to eat for a while in silence thinking about what to do, until Laxus decided to change the subject and asked him if he wanted to watch a movie.
So, as soon as they finished dinner, they settled on the sofa. They picked a random thriller and turned off the lights, enjoying the scenes. It wasn't much of a movie, but that wasn't why Freed couldn't follow it. His problem was mainly caused by his thoughts, both about his parents and about Laxus. He already knew what he wanted to do, only he didn't know how.
He wanted to go see them, have dinner with them, try to be a normal family. But he knew that it would be terribly embarrassing, and that it would take very little to argue with his father. They had clashed since he was just a teenager, and they had never had a meeting point. Probably, if his mother hadn't been there, they wouldn't have spoken again.
As for Laxus instead… Freed was completely in love. It wasn't a real problem, on the contrary, it was something beautiful. Only, he wasn't used to feeling that way, nor was he used to having quiet afternoons and evenings. And Laxus was great. They had seen each other much more often, and mostly they dined together or talked, watched a few movies every now and then. Freed had been afraid he'd be bored as he could no longer ride a motorcycle, but that wasn't the case. Sure, it was only going to be a month, but still, it was nice. And Freed had promised him that as soon as he recovered, they'd take many trips out of Magnolia.
"Would you like to come to my parents with me?" the question came out of his mouth without him even being able to think about it, and he immediately regretted it. Surprised Laxus turned to him.
"You mean, as a boyfriend?" he asked. Freed didn't dare look at him, feeling his face flush and hating his own skin and reactions when the blonde was around him. He waved it so easily, it wasn't fair. And knowing that they were in a relationship, even though they had never directly talked about it, was nice. Not that it wasn't obvious.
"Um... yes," he muttered. "I mean, don't feel obligated. It will surely be an awkward dinner. Not for you, but for this whole situation, and they don't even know I'm engaged. In short, if you don't want to, I understand you very well. In fact, if I were you, I'd say no," he said slightly agitated. Well, he would've done better to shut up from the start. Laxus chuckled slightly.
"It's fine for me," he replied. It was Freed's moment to turn to him in amazement.
"Really?" he asked. The blond shrugged.
"Sooner or later, I'll have to meet them, right?" he pointed out and Freed again felt his stomach churn at that simple statement, because that made it clear how serious they were making their relationship.
"Well, that's not really necessary. For five years they didn't know anything about my life and…"
"I want to do it," Laxus interrupted. "Really. And then, it will be a good step to get closer to your parents again. Maybe I'll be the one to dissolve the embarrassment" he added jokingly. Freed raised an eyebrow.
"You?" he asked skeptically. "It will probably be a disaster" he laughed, letting his nervousness subside.
"Of course it will," Laxus laughed and leaned over him. "But at least we can laugh about it together," he added softly. Freed melted at that tone and leaned towards him kissing him softly. He loved those moments. Laxus put a hand on his thigh and pushed slightly towards him, parting his lips and making the kiss moister. Freed ran his hand across Laxus' chest, hating the fact that he was unable to move his other arm.
They stayed for a while kissing on the sofa, until Laxus reached up with his hand for his jeans reaching his crotch and Freed moaned slightly.
"Laxus..." he whispered from his lips.
"Room?" asked the blond. Freed nodded and the two boys made their way to Freed's bedroom. The boy annoyingly tried to take off his shirt but he had some difficulty and Laxus chuckled slightly.
"Leave it," he said pulling it off and pushing him to lie down on the bed. Freed didn't object and then reached out and began to lift Laxus' shirt revealing his torso. The blonde took it off and immediately lay down beside him, pulling his arm towards him and kissing him again. The two were lost again in the lips of the other, with their bodies attached and their hands wandering everywhere.
It took a while for them to end up undressing completely. Laxus ran a hand along Freed's back until he reached his buttock, leaving a trail of heat along his skin. Freed let a moan escape from his lips as he positioned himself on top of the blonde and admired his terribly inviting body. He ran his free hand along his torso and then leaned over Laxus again and captured his lips again.
They made love by filling themselves with kisses, enjoying one of the caresses of the other while their minds clouded and their hearts pumped faster and faster. When they both felt they had touched heaven, they lay down next to each other on the bed, still out of breath and swollen lips, shining eyes and blood pumping strongly.
They remained in silence looking at the ceiling for a while, until they both turned to look at each other lovingly and with smiles on their faces. Laxus reached out to Freed's cheek, stroking it gently. He looked at him without saying anything, running his hand through his hair, taking a lock and starting to twist it in his fingers. Freed let him do it, feeling so domestic and happy that he hardly believed it. He was about to close his eyes and curl up beside him when he saw Laxus' gaze waver and the blond began to speak.
"I'm in love with you," he revealed. Freed's heart, if possible, paused for a moment and then resumed hammering furiously, as the blood began to flow back to his face. A smile spread spontaneously.
"I love you too," he replied in a whisper. Laxus closed his eyes and rested his forehead on him, while his hand began to massage the back of his neck. Freed enjoyed that attention, without worrying about getting dressed or anything. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.
***Six months later***
"What do you think?" Freed asked, pointing to the mechanical workshop he had had opened near the track, inside the Raijinshuu. Laxus looked curious at the place, it wasn't bad. It was big enough, and any bikers who frequented the place would definitely go there. Freed had already hired Gajeel, who had given him other names as well.
"It's good, do you have other projects in mind?" asked the curious blond and Freed shrugged.
"No, I'd say that's enough. Covered parking, the track, the workshop, the bar, what do you want me to add?" Freed asked.
"Your father isn't that bad after all," Laxus smiled. He had known him, and although the first dinner had been terribly embarrassing, then he had got used to it. If they invited Brandish too, the discomfort increased. But at least if she was there too with her girlfriend, the two didn't have all the attention on them. Anyway, the funniest part was coming home and talking about Freed's family and their quirks.
"I still prefer your grandfather," Freed retorted and Laxus laughed. Neither of them had any doubts about that, the first time Makarov had met Freed he had offered him the wine and liqueur that he had personally prepared, insisting that Freed drink it all. And Freed didn't feel like refusing, so the evening ended with a drunkenness for the boy and Laxus who had to drag him up the stairs to 'sleep'.
The two families were completely different, and the two laughed when they thought about how they would react to getting to know each other. Nonetheless, things were going well. More than well, to be honest.
Freed and Laxus headed for the bar.
"So, you don't want to work for me?" Freed joked.
"Nah, better not. I'd risk getting pissed off, I never got along with any of my bosses".
"Maybe this would be the exception that proves the rule," Freed speculated. "Besides, I'd risk stealing all your customers".
"I doubt it since I work on the other side of town. And in case that happens, I'm sure I'd find a job here. I've excellent connections," the blond retorted with a grin as he walked into the bar. Freed didn't answer and as soon as they were inside, they heard Bickslow cheer loudly. Ever since Freed bought the new TV, the bartender was always enthusiastic.
"This TV is great. The best purchase you could make" Bickslow said. "Thanks to this you'll see how many new customers you'll have" he said fiddling with the remote control. Freed raised an eyebrow.
"I thought covered parking was the best investment," he commented.
"What, are you kidding? This is so much better." Bickslow smiled as Evergreen rolled her eyes in exasperation. Freed smiled and leaned against the bar, glancing at the people who would compete next time. Obviously, among those there was also Laxus, and the usual motorcyclists.
"I thought that after being defeated by Natsu you didn't want to compete anymore," Freed commented, recalling how the blonde had been pissed off the time before and how Lucy had again cried over the lost money, because she had decided to bet on Laxus.
"I was just a little out of shape" Laxus retorted. "That kid only won out of luck."
"I wouldn't say so!" Natsu exclaimed, he apparently had longer ears than anyone else in there. "Freed, I still have to beat you! Take part too!" he exclaimed. Freed smiled but shook his head.
"I'd take away all the fun," he replied calmly.
"There he goes again," Bickslow muttered.
"Well, that's right. For the first year I lost a lot of clients just because they never managed to win," Freed reminded him.
"For once you can participate" Cana urged him "And if you participate tell me immediately, so I know who to bet on" she said, ready to put the money in her hands.
"Are you leaving me like this?" Laxus asked surprised.
"Hey handsome blond, last time you lost against Natsu, and if there's a rule in this field, it's that the boss never loses," Cana said immediately. Freed gave Laxus a smirk, who rolled his eyes.
"If you participate, I'll kick your ass, you know," he warned.
"If you participate, I want to be the first to know, Freed," Cana continued. Freed seemed to think about it and Laxus was surprised, as he had never seen him compete with others. Then the boy shrugged.
"Well, why not," he finally decided and walked to the board entering his name. Cana's eyes sparkled and she immediately bet a large sum on him. Laxus gave her a treacherous look. He knew how strong Freed was on the bike, but hell, Laxus was one of the strongest there, if not the strongest. Also, Freed hadn't competed for a while. He smiled at the idea of beating him and a new feeling of competition poured into him. Taking the grin off his face would've been a great satisfaction.
Freed sat across from him while Laxus fixed his bike and checked that everything was okay. Since the boy would be racing with a different bike than the one he usually used, he had asked Laxus for that favor. Laxus sat down on the ground, while Freed was sat on a bench and watched him curiously.
"You really enjoy doing your job," he commented.
"Only if they're gems like that" Laxus smiled "And then, considering the payment in kind, I do it even more willingly" he added with a grin. Freed chuckled and tossed a crumpled napkin at him, which Laxus caught with a smile.
"As long as you're not modifying my bike to make me lose it," Freed said.
"What great confidence" Laxus said ironically, standing up. "I'm not a baron like you."
"I don't cheat," Freed retorted. "I've just been driving for years, and I know my track better than anyone," he explained.
"You won't win forever, you know?" Laxus asked.
"Maybe when I get old a young boy will be able to beat me" Freed agreed at that point "But you sure have no chance."
"We'll see," Laxus smiled. "Your bike's fine, and I swear I haven't touched anything," he added with a smirk. Freed didn't object as he picked up the vehicle again and headed for the track, where the race would begin within minutes. Laxus went through the parking lot to take his, but as soon as he was there, he passed Lucy, who was sadly texting someone.
"Hey blondie, are you okay?" he asked.
"It would be better if I could bet on Freed" she objected immediately "But now I can't anymore, and I was hoping to raise money without risk" he snorted. Laxus looked at her for a while in silence, wondering why Lucy was still betting since she had won maybe only twice, only to lose the money won on the next spin. It just didn't make sense to him.
"Bet on me," he told.
"I guess I'm not betting on anyone, I'd just lose," the girl said disconsolately. Laxus smiled.
"Bet on me," he repeated.
"Maybe you've never competed against Freed, but since I've been here, and I've been here since the track opened, he never lost," she told him.
"There's always a first time, right? Bet a little, so you'll lose little money, and if you win, you'll get all the money Cana staked on Freed," Laxus told. Lucy seemed to think about it for a moment uncertain, like every time someone told her to bet on him. "And anyway, I've competed with Freed a couple of times. Trust me, I'll wipe that grin off his face once and for all," he told confidently. Lucy sighed.
"I just hope I don't get it wrong," Lucy murmured with a little hope. Laxus smiled and walked past, ready to beat his boyfriend.
Bickslow and Evergreen were pouring drinks for everyone, after the race a party had broken out and everyone was celebrating, some more and some less satisfied. For once, Cana wasn't the center of attention, and she was content with a small glass of beer that Mirajane had offered to her as a consolation. Lucy instead had taken a huge glass of beer, she was celebrating with Natsu and her eyes glistening with her joy.
That only meant one thing. Freed had been beaten by Laxus, and was now sitting at a table with a frown on his face. Bickslow kept repeating the scene where Laxus had overtaken Freed on the huge TV and kept making fun of his friend, who was pouting more and more. Laxus next to him was probably the most pleased person in there.
"Hey Bix, a beer for the absolute champion of the track. And one for the brat who's been sulking since he lost," he said with a grin.
"Shut up," Freed grunted who still didn't believe he had lost. "And I'm sure you've changed something on my bike. Or maybe you rigged your," he objected.
"You can have it checked," Laxus said. "But I keep telling you, you've too many beliefs. It had to happen, and better with me than with Natsu, right?" he commented. "Even though he was in the lead at one point, you softened up a lot, huh?"
"Shut up," Freed repeated frowning, taking a sip of the beer as Laxus put an arm around his shoulders laughing.
"You've bragged for years that you're the absolute champion, and I can't do it?" he asked derisively and Freed rolled his eyes.
"You're annoying," he muttered and the blonde laughed.
"Yes, but you were much worse than me," he told and squeezed his hand on his shoulder, pulling it lightly against him and lowering his voice. "I expect a nice prize for beating the absolute champion" he told him in his ear and Freed smiled amused, letting his nervousness pass in the blink of an eye.
"Ask what you want," he said and his lips curled into a mischievous smile. "I can buy you a new motorbike, offer you a fantastic dinner..." he began and Laxus laughed in his ear.
"You know what I want" he replied in the same tone and Freed smiled, breaking away a little.
"I guess you'll have to wait," he replied and then picked up the glass again, taking a sip and throwing it an eloquent look.
"Laxus, I love you!" exclaimed Lucy shines hugging him from behind, and the two boys looked at her a little perplexed. "I've won so much money, practically all the money I've lost this year."
"Hey, get your hands off my girlfriend!" Natsu exclaimed.
"She's the one who sticks," Laxus grunted as Lucy laughed.
"If I were you, I'd walk away, and it has nothing to do with jealous Natsu. She'll throw up on you," Freed warned him. Laxus with a snap pulled her away and luckily Natsu came to pick her up, taking her out of the room. "Well, at least I'm happy for her. Although I already imagine how she'll spend her money," Freed commented.
"If she bet on me, you won't have to worry about anything."
"You won once, now don't freak out," Freed objected. By now the nervousness had passed, after all Laxus was right, once it had to happen. And better from his boyfriend than from Natsu, who would then talk about it endlessly. Laxus didn't answer him, just stared at him with an excited smile and leaned over him to kiss him. Before he could reach his lips, however, Bickslow cut them off.
"Sorry beautiful lovers, but there's a party going on. If you want to snog, there's a warehouse for that. Evergreen and Elfman can assure you it's comfortable and we can't hear anything from here," he joked. Evergreen gave him an incinerating look, while Laxus rested his head annoyed on his hand, for having been interrupted.
"Bix, why don't you go serve the customers? I thought there were so many people," Freed commented, equally annoyed by the interruption.
"Because with the new bartender you've hired, I've more free time," Bickslow replied with a grin. "Especially if I can tease you a little," he added.
"Then go make us two beers, and make us some sandwiches too. The ones that take longer. And expect to have a lot of unpaid shifts next month," he added. Bickslow rolled his eyes but walked back behind the counter while Laxus chuckled.
"That's why I don't want to have you as a boss. You know how to become an asshole".
"I can get a lot worse than that," Freed smiled and his expression softened again. He asked if he wanted to leave the bar for a moment, either to get away from the party or to get some air. The blond immediately accepted, and as soon as the two were outside, they leaned their backs against the wall, staying close so that their arms touched. Laxus glanced at the track, the sun was setting leaving a trail of warm colors on the sky. If they weren't there outside the bar, from which they heard even the noises of the party, it could've been a romantic moment just between them.
"You know, nothing against the prize you requested, but I was thinking of doing a road trip on a motorcycle for two weeks if you like," Freed said at one point. Laxus's face lit up. They had talked about it a couple of times, but due to the commitments of both they hadn't had the opportunity to do so. Laxus, however, could ask for leave, and Freed was finally calmer with his business.
"Only if we sleep with the curtains," he replied. Freed made a brief face but nodded immediately afterwards. "I didn't think you'd have accepted right away," Laxus joked, but there was some truth in that statement. As much as Freed enjoyed driving in the mountains, he wanted to sleep on a comfortable bed, not on a mat in the middle of the woods.
"I'm not a spoiled rich man," Freed objected.
"No, but you're not even an adventurer. So, where are we going?" Laxus asked.
"Take me wherever you want, great adventurer," Freed mocked. "But make sure you pick places where Google Maps takes, I don't want to get lost far from home."
"Funny," Laxus commented ironically, turning to him. Freed was smiling lovingly at him, and looking at him completely in love. Laxus folded his lips up and bent over him, kissing him gently, taking advantage of the brief moment of calm.
As soon as they parted, the two turned to the red sky, intertwining their fingers and imagining their journey. Neither of them really cared about the destination to be reached, as long as they could make the journey alongside the other.
Notes: Even though it was short, I'm glad I wrote and finished a multi-chapter. I enjoyed writing it, I hope you liked it too. Thank you all for reading.
