warning : mature language (a few swear words)
Thank goodness for the cold, because then there wouldn't be a reason for him to wear a coat and scarf, and there wouldn't be a reason for him to hide the lower half of his face as he led the Chinese arts teacher to his favourite espresso bar. It would be a rather long walk... Reborn wasn't sure he could last very long like this; with the one he loved walking so close to him in the cold, arms almost brushing against each other, Fon's nose and cheeks an adorable shade of red from the cold. Cute...
Yes. The rumours were true. He had fallen for Fon. Some people too nosy for their own good had found out... Reborn had only ever told Colonello, one of his closest friends who was also teaching in the school. But just this once Reborn wouldn't pursue the matter. The cat was out of the bag; which left a more pressing matter for him to attend to.
It had gotten rather dark without him knowing, and the street was nearly empty, as were the stores on the sides of the road. The glow from said stores seemed to make Fon look... beautiful, almost. Not that he wasn't any other time, but the warm orange light spilling out from their doors seemed to settle comfortably on the contours of the Chinese man's face, silhouetting his long, braided hair, and making his eyes glow softly. Reborn felt his chest tighten, knowing that this man would probably never be his.
"Ah... How cute..."
Reborn's head shot up at Fon's voice, eyes widening slightly and heartbeat quickening. Was that...?
"It's a little cat..."
He bit back a heavy sigh, berating himself for having thought otherwise. He couldn't even win over the affection of this man when compared with a stray cat as it brushed against Fon's legs when it pawed its way past.
Fon laughed softly as the cat went on its way. That sound was like music to Reborn's ears. Damn it...
"Fon..."
"Hm?"
Reborn pulled his scarf down from his mouth so he could speak clearly. "About what you've heard recently..."
"Oh, it's fine." Fon waved a hand dismissively. "I know they're not true."
Reborn swore he felt like he'd been gutted for a moment there, but he kept his composure. No, no, no... Not like that, Fon, not like that.
"I... What if it was true?" Reborn ventured. Daring. Hoping against hope.
Fon's footsteps slowed down slightly, then paused when he realised Reborn wasn't joking. "What do you mean?" he sounded cautious.
Reborn pursed his lips, suddenly regretting being 'daring' and for "hoping against hope". "I mean that..." He searched for the right words to say. Kept searching. And found no words. Fuck. He swore. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck this.
He grabbed Fon by his shoulder, pulling him in to a rough embrace. He had to bend down a little bit but he managed to press their lips together in a firm kiss. The pair of hands that had been pushing against his chest slowly ceased their efforts, and seemed to snake around Reborn's waist, and the pair of lips pressing against Reborn's parted slightly...
Then those hands pushed him away, with enough force to send Reborn stumbling backwards a few steps, bringing an even redder-faced Fon into view, lips slightly wet, eyes wide with shock. He looked dazed.
Then it hit him. What he'd just done. "Shit– I'm sorry, I-" Was he stuttering? Reborn never stuttered. But he felt so guilty for what he'd just done. With a frustrated sigh at himself, he pushed past Fon and stalked off, leaving the other man behind, and ignoring the calls for him to wait and come back.
Shit, now what have I done?