Sorry for not updating in a while! I have too many stories out, and it gets confusing on to which I should work on first. What is also bothering me is that I want to create another story, but I know I shouldn't. Anyways, read, review, and enjoy!
Ciel's POV
While I am driving, I don't bother to try to converse with him. I think he would not respond to me anyways so why waste my precious breath. Instead, I put some music on, and I spontaneously blush when I realize what the song was. It was the track that was playing when Sebastian forced a dance with me during a school activity. I had forgotten that I had downloaded it to remind myself that even the ass beside me had desirable qualities. I always played it after I had to spend time with him because it calmed me down, but calm is the least of what I was feeling as the melody blasted through my speakers. I fumble with my car's buttons as I try to switch to the radio. I glance at him to see if he remembered why the song was so familiar, but he is staring outside the window, not in the least interested in our shared memories.
My eyes slide back to the road, and I try to concentrate on my driving. I am not disappointed that he doesn't know this song. I am not disappointed that only I care. Nope, I am not disappointed at all.
Sebastian's POV
I'm a nervous wreck. I know that what Ciel said to my mother is not true, so I am truly at a lost as to his sudden detour. What even makes this worse is that I am still in my stupor of angst, and I can no longer read Ciel's facial features since his face is angled away from me. I have no idea if he is saying anything to me, but I make it seem as if I need time to think by myself. Hopefully, it will keep his questions or comments at bay.
I most have dozed off because next thing I know, Ciel is shaking me to wake up. My bad temperament seems to have transferred to him because he has his adorable pout on full power. His sulking brings a smile to my face which then causes him to frown and exit the car. I assume he slams the door shut because the metal frame vibrates with aftershock. As he walks away, I notice two bags in his left hand. He briefly turns around, indicating with head for me to hurry up and follow him, so I unbuckle my safety belt and rush to get out.
He leads me into his condo. I had only been here maybe once or twice. He really doesn't invite me to come his place. If it wasn't for his cousin that had a crush on me, I wouldn't have even stepped past his front door. But here we are, him willingly guiding me to take a seat in his living room. Once I sit down on his chic couch, he drops the bags he held onto the coffee table in front of me. I reach out, taking out the items one by one, a nostalgic feeling washing over me. Ciel had left the room during my time of inspection but then walked back in, spoons in his grip. He hands me one and sits by me, waiting for me to make a move.
"Hey, I am no longer a kid. I don't desire sweet things as much as I used too," I say as I pick up the container of strawberry ice cream. I twirl in my hand, feeling the coldness take over my palm's heat. I look into his eyes, waiting for him to reply to my slight criticism, but all the while, I am repressing the urge to disregard the treat in favor of sapling something sweeter: him.
His held tilts down but then quickly snaps up, his face scrunched in frustration. He snags the item he bought from my hands, pushing it behind him. "Well, you don't have to eat it, you ungrateful dick! I go through all this trouble, remembering what you liked and you ruin everything with being your stupid self! You know what? Out. Get out of my house. Now!" He yells. His cheeks are dyed with a deep red hue, and I know this time, it is from embarrassment. He did all this because of our history. Because whenever one of us was sad or just feeling out of it, the other would buy the sweetest of foods and haul the other somewhere and spend the whole night and morning in each other's company. So his blush is not because he is angry. No, he is humiliated that I seemed to have rejected our past ritual and him, but in reality, there was no way in Hell I was letting go of this chance to be with him.
Now resolved to make sure that Ciel can't kick me out of his place, I tackle him, trying to get the ice cream. I can't physically hear him shout in surprise or squeal in protest, but my memories help with recreating the sounds. And I know that it is not the same because it has been years since I had last heard Ciel's voice, and he has had time to mature, but I am glad nonetheless. At least I have that. But at times like these, when I am forced to not see his face because my eyes are needed for another task, I hate my impaired self. Because it would be much more pleasurable to feel him struggle to throw me off him and listen to him shout insults in my direction rather than imagining it.
Finally, I am able to take hold of the carton, but I don't get off him. Instead, I move a little so I can hover of Ciel, my face aligned with his. I can read what he is saying, and boy, is it funny. He calls me all kinds of name, but I just can't help the adorning look I know I have on my face. Call it impulse or call it a moment of true vulnerability, but I lean down and...kiss him.
Ciel's POV
I'm not weak. Far from it actually. I work out everyday. On Sundays, I take martial arts classes. I have a black belt in Taekwondo. So no, I am not weak, yet when Sebastian unexpectedly jumps on me, I might as well have been a boneless jellyfish. Yes, I try to wiggle away from him, but it's the feeble kind of fighting. Don't get me wrong. I didn't want him on top of me, but you know, my mind just wasn't functioning right. My muscles that I have developed all refuse to help me out, so I am left with just screaming obscenities at him.
I guess he was aiming for the ice cream because he once his it in his grasp, I can feel him slowly sliding off me. My heart beats 'Don't go' while my mind tells my heart to 'Shut the fuck up', but mysteriously, Sebastian hears my heart's plea and he stays on me. Since I still have some dignity left, my mind offers nonstop harsh phrases to convey to him, but even that fails me as the man above me leans closer and closer to my face. And when his lips press against my cheek, words don't exist. And then when he pulls away and whispers, "Thank you," with his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes shimmering in meaning and his mouth twisted in a crooked smile, my mind races with 'adjifeninginid'.
He shuffles away from me and sits straight up. He grabs a spoon and digs in to what I bought for him earlier. As he stuffs spoonful after spoonful of the frozen sweet into his mouth, I regress to when we were fourteen and started this tradition. I don't recall why I was depressed in the first place, but I clearly remember answering my door and being lightly shoved aside by Sebastian, who barged into my house without asking permission first. He dragged me to my room and we ate and laughed all night. It was so much of a healing process that we repeated it constantly. And I am just glad he has not forgotten it.
I chuckle from my sentimental thoughts and I pick up my own spoon, reaching over and sticking it in Sebastian's ice cream. We both giggle as he tries to shield me away from it. We play and goof off the whole night, and my condo is filled with laughter for the first time. And while I smile and he grins, my cheek burns from the peck he gave me.