Owww….

Awake, vision a bit blurry but soon it would get better. Yasuo lied on the couch, moves a bit slugish. Too bright. The sun was up and shining this day, flooding the living room. On reflex he changed side even if it didn't help a lot. Sleep was no longer an option.

What time is it ?

Since there was such light from out there, he supposed it was a bit late in the morning, advanced hour. No way for him to fall alseep again, he felt too awake already.

Looking around for his phone, Yasuo also found the water bottle left there. Oh, yes. He didn't remember a lot from the morning except a few things like Yi carrying him to bed or that smile before he left.

Playing a bit with the bottle, he let his thoughts wander a little. Nice attention for him. Indeed he wouldn't have to get up just for some water – although he would still do it later to eat. Sitting up, Yasuo drank a bit from it. Only after downing a good half of the bottle he realized how thirsty he had been till then. It helped to wake up.

After putting it back on the floor where it was, Yasuo did nothing. Lost in thoughts, not really focused on anything. Yi. It was really nice of the latter to bring him this. Or nice in general. He liked these small occasions, Yi being thoughtful when it wasn't even needed. Now that he thought about it, yeah, Yasuo would have been quite bothered to wake up still sitting on a chair.

There was no real reason for him to move like this in the morning. Just he was awake for a moment and he noticed the latter was up too, in the kitchen. Surely Lily woke him up, like sometimes. So instead of drowning into sleep as quick, Yasuo had the reflex to get up and drag himself to the kitchen. There was noise there, and Yi. Several reasons to come here and sit.

Indeed it must have been quite ridiculous in itself, to see him chuffle to the kitchen and show so little life sign. Okay that was stupid. Thankfully his back didn't suffer since Yi decided to get him back to a more comfortable sleep spot.

All alone, Yasuo chuckled to himself. He would have indeed laughed for a long time if he had seen someone in such pitiful state. I wasn't so drunk last night. He had been rather reasonable and indeed now it didn't hurt much. Light headache, nothing more. He would still check and ask Yi if he made too much noise when he came back.

Oh, maybe he left another note !

With this new rush of cheer anticipation, Yasuo stood and went to the kitchen, looking indeed for any note left by his friend. Today there was one so this was going to be a good day.

[Hey. I hope you remember this morning – if not, don't panick, it was fine. There are leftovers from yesterday you can eat, I suppose you won't want to cook. Have a good day and hug Lily for me.]

A bit longer than usual and as many reasons to be on a good mood. He liked finding a note after he woke up, it was left just for him. And it was from Yi. Would rather hug him than Lily but fine, can do it. Silent thoughts that would never be voiced, too private.

Speaking of the devil, he wondered where was Lily. Probably napping somewhere, since he didn't see her in the living room and he didn't hear he lately.

« Where are you peanut ? » Going around the flat in that typically disheveled state following waking, Yasuo went on the quest for the cat. It would be a shame if all that time she was breaking stuff or anything bad.

After checking bathroom, kitchen and living room, Yasuo ran out of options. Uhh… Last possibility was Yi's room, one of the most likely. However this was forbidden territory. Nope. Not that he had been actually asked to avoid it but this was basic politeness. Yi's private life was there, he refused to do anything with that. If indeed Lily was in there napping – which she was probably – then good for her, Yasuo would never go check. Instead he turned away and returned to the living room.

This was one of his days off, he would still find a good use to it. If possible, not spend it thinking about Yi, he did that enough on most days.

Can't wait for tonight though.

What a sweetest defeat than failing one's decision. With no work to do to distract himself, Yasuo's thoughts always returned to his friend, to his chagrin. He couldn't fight it, too strong.

Maybe it got a little worse and better when Yi came back from his day of work, a smile on his face as he arrived in the flat. Exactly what his heart didn't need but it was always given like a treat. Another reason to faintly turn away and hide that blush. Was he really getting better at hiding his reactions ? In these moments he still felt like a teenager avoiding his crush.

The rest of the day went rather good, at least. Yi took his turn to cook and Yasuo stayed in the kitchen to back innocently in the latter's presence. Taking his laptop to browse and else was purely an excuse to stay here.

Oh sometimes it got really powerful, the need to join Yi and hug him. If he was confident enough, maybe he could manage to make it pass as a friendly thing. Just being his usual tactile self. Except that around the latter, Yasuo feared it might be too obvious and he freaked out innerly. He didn't need to make Yi resent him, or even get kicked out of the flat.

So he stayed right there, at the chair both agreed was his, sometimes gazing discreetly at his friend. As long as he wasn't too obvious, it would be fine. Just play it cool.

These feelings wouldn't stay forever. Would it ?

Easy to convince himself but when sleep time arrived for Yi and he left him alone, it stung a bit. The sweet sting of solitude dulled by a gentle goodnight. Yasuo was weak to it, he knew it well.

Day by day, week by week, he couldn't stop thinking about him. Would there even be an end to this ? Was he condemned to endure it ? His heart beat loudly in his chest, traitorious evidence he wasn't out of the woods yet.

Warm. Close. Dark. No thoughts at the moment, simply able to feel.

Good.

Yasuo couldn't say more about this, about what he felt. No words to describe it. Glimpses from time to time, like memories flickering. Was it true ? It felt good nonetheless.

Warmth rolling in waves through him, sweet feeling. He followed it by reflex, rocking back. Fog in his mind, difficult to focus. A gasp broke out of him, echoing a little.

Then he truly registered it, hands over him. Hot to the touch, low fever that made him crave anything. He loved it, that hand lingering over his chest, solid anchor. No way for him not to feel the other hand, stroking him slowly.

More moans, spilling freely as Yasuo bucked into that sweet grasp. Press a little more, go closer, cling.

« Shhhhh… »

Someone was here. Of course, there was someone. He knew him, far too well. Clinging a little harder, Yasuo looked up. He wanted so much and everything was in reach. Hold him closer, till he could moan his pleasure against his neck.

It got a little faster, rhythm punctuated by slick noises and his soft pleas. It was so good, a bit obscene in the way he seeked relief but shame would be for another time. Yasuo heard it, his name spoken gently, right next to his ear while he keened softly.

Not enough. He craved more. Hands burried in dark locks, catching his attention as well as a blessed sight. Then Yasuo urged him down into a kiss, hoping to muffle his own pleasure. How could a kiss taste that good ? His soul ached for it.

That hand never stopped the attention provided to his cock, taking him closer little by little.

Until Yasuo couldn't take it anymore, breaking the kiss to cry out. A name so loved.

« Yi… »

Only in dreams.