A Drabble A Day #15: Touch
"It's good to finally get some fresh air." Claude breathed in deeply. "Or as fresh as New York City air can be."
Peter smiled. "I'm glad you're finally better. I've been wanting to go to the park for a few days now, but I couldn't since both of us got sick. Now we can enjoy the scenery together."
"Listen to you, gettin' all sentimental. Do you do this with all your boyfriends?"
Peter blushed. "You're my first..."
Claude raised an eyebrow. "Really..."
As they approached the park, Claude felt a hand grab his own. He quickly turned to see Peter, who was still staring straight ahead.
"Uh... what the bloody hell are you doing?"
Peter kept his voice normal. "Holding your hand."
"And why are you doing that?"
"Because I want to. It's not like anyone can see us, right?"
Claude thought for a moment. "Guess you're right. They can't see this, either." He leaned over and kissed Peter, using his other arm to pull Peter closer and squeezed the young man's hand with his own. Peter then found himself being pushed onto one of the park benches, which was thankfully empty, and they proceeded to mark the bench as a new love-making spot for themselves.
Being invisible had its perks.