"Excuse me?", a deep voice echoed through the men's bathroom. A perfect bass, low enough to make shivers run down every man and woman's spine. The voice was as perfect as the man belonging to it. And while the sexiness-sensors of everyone in the room had gone off, Feliciano had, of course, been the only one to be as stupid as to talk to him. The blonde Adonis was a gentleman, he had to go after him. Feliciano pressed his hands over his face to suffocate the sobs, leaking out of his chest. What had he thought? What the heck had he thought?!
One time, when they had argued, his brother had said he probably didn't think anything at all. He had apologized immediately after, their grandpa had said once, no one with a heart in his chest could stand Feliciano's hurt face. Maybe that was even another reason why the attractive stranger had come after him. But Feliciano didn't want to face him. While he thought, he was quite good looking on normal terms, now he was a complete mess. His face was covered in tears and snot, his eyes were red and his hair probably completely out of control. Also his way too tight pants hurt his belly and he feared he would have bruises on his legs tomorrow morning. He was feeling like a girl on her period. He of course never had a period, but he imagined that that must have been what it's like.
"Are you alright?", the voice asked him. It was soft and tender. Worried.
"Yes.", Feliciano tried to suppress a sniff. He wasn't good at lying and acting. Not at all. "I am fine."
The door moved slightly. Feliciano checked hurriedly, if it was really locked. The stranger placed his hand on the outside of the door.
"It doesn't really sound like 'fine'."
Feliciano wished toilet stalls had mirrors, so he could check how bad it was. He had used his camera phone to check on his looks, but the stall was just a little too dark to see properly.
"No, really, everything's alright." Feliciano tried to make it sound like he was smiling. This guy must think he was a psycho-wreck. Or really desperate. Or both. Maybe he was. Both.
"Then why are you crying?"
And really stupid. Or oblivious. Or both.
"You don't need to look after me. You've got no responsibility."
"What responsibility?"
"For me. I am alright. Go away! Just..." Feliciano bit his tongue. He almost had said "fuck off." He had a bit of a temper. And the thought that this stranger was just shuffling after him, because he had hurt that little stupid puppy was-
"I seem to have hurt you. Therefore I carry responsibility."
Feliciano kept quiet.
"I don't know what I have done, but I want to make it alright again."
Feliciano placed his hand on the stall door. He had the feeling he could feel the energy of the other boy's hand radiating through the cheap material of the stall door, had the feeling he could feel his warmth and the rhythm of his heartbeat. This man's word sounded serious and caring. He didn't make fun of the ridiculousness of a boy sitting in a toilet cabin and crying his eyes out, because he had been turned down. Most other men had called him a "stupid thing". Maybe he was. Maybe that man was thinking that too. But still he was so nice, so patient, so kind.
Feliciano unlocked the stall. For a few seconds nothing moved. When the door wasn't opening from the outside, he gripped the knob. Maybe the stranger had gone? No. He could still feel his energy. What a weird thing to feel someone's presence that clearly.
The mahogany-haired opened the door just a bit and loomed out of it with his red eyes. There he was standing. Furrowing his brow. Slightly insecure, slightly confused.
"You have done nothing wrong. It was all..."
He was so beautiful. Not only that he was immensely attractive, that was in this moment just a side dish to enjoy at the end of the meal, he was so warm. His attractiveness seemed to be there for... much more. He was radiating an inviting warmth. A soul and body one just wanted to snuggle into. He would hold him. He would calm him. Protect him. With two broad shoulders with a heart and a head in between and two arms to hug him close, whenever he wanted and needed it. Secureness. And so much of it. This man could be so full of love, if he wanted. He didn't know about the blonde himself, but Feliciano wanted him to. And he wanted to give it back. All of that warm and sometimes burningly hot spark.
He didn't even notice that he had grabbed the man's sharp picturesque jaw and pulled him down to his perspective. He only noticed, once their energies connected and flowed over their lips into their bodies. Feliciano let his hand slide down the slender neck and gripped the collar of the blonde's trench coat. The taller man stumbled still linked to him into the bathroom stall. The door closed and their hearts opened. And they fell down and round and for each other.
This kiss seemed to happen in another dimension. When the time stopped in this moment, destiny created a room for them, where no time and no rules and no regrets existed. And no thinking. Ludwig hadn't thought about the thinking at all. One didn't have to think about an angel's lips. You just do kiss them.