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And that envelope had a doodle of N in it.
Summary: After months, Touya finally decides to track down his boyfriend.
Yeah, so kissing is the closest thing I’ll ever write to porn for these two. I can’t help it. Also, my attention span is short.
It’s half past ten in the morning and the clouds are blocking whatever specks of sun that would have managed to make it through the curtains. The room smells like the linger of smoke, and even worse, it looks like the last person that occupied it obviously had no respect for the landlords that owned the place. It doesn’t seem dirty at least, just a bit defiled from holes in the walls and dingy curtains. The carpet has stains on it, and the bed sheets have been kicked off because of their suspicions about those, too.
However, Touya doesn’t mind any of these things as much as he does the lock of hair sticking to his face from sweat. As much as he wants to sweep it away, he wants even less to let go of his hold on the bony shoulders in his grasp. It would mean nothing to anyone else, but no one knows what he had to do in order to get in this position. N isn’t used to—and therefore dislikes—human contact. He’s never had it, never got used to it and is awkward whenever anything comes to it.
Right now, Touya is reluctant to do anything but. Travelling to a foreign region and stumbling around for months just to get a glimpse of your absentee boyfriend will do that to you. It’s worth it, but if N thinks he’s getting away without some form of touching he’s more misguided than he’d originally thought. Of course, this wasn’t Touya’s intention at first, but as soon as he’d grasped the lapels of N’s soaking wet jacket and dragged him to god knows where, he knew it would lead to this.
The funny part is they haven’t actually done anything. For once, N didn’t say a thing to him. He just let Touya rent a cheap hotel room, strip him down to nothing but a loose shirt and sweat pants, and then lay him down on the bed they now lay. Touya had been enjoying himself by burying his face in N’s neck. It was strangely comforting along with the warmth in the tangle of their legs.
A few times N tried to wiggle out of the grasp after being stiff for a good two hours, but after he figured out he wasn’t going anyway, he went limp and let Touya do what he wanted.
“You’re a dick,” Touya breathes quietly. He can’t gauge N’s reaction, but he doesn’t really care.
“I know,” N says, a few beats too late. Seconds later, the first sheets of rain start to patter against the windows.
“Why’d you leave?” Touya asks, apprehension slipping into his tone despite his best efforts. It comes out sounding just a little bit choked.
N doesn’t reply, but his breathing breaks rhythm.
Despite being older, N reminds him of a child. Not in the way he spoke or even his gestures, it was the way he reacted to everything. He runs away, pretends not to hear as if it’ll go away if he ignores it long enough.
Touya keeps his shifting as slight as his breathing, and lifts his chin in time with his inhalation in order not to startle N. Slowly he presses an open-mouthed kiss on N’s neck, whose reaction is to stiffen his body and press the palm of his hand against the bed, getting ready to push away. Touya only wraps his arms around him tighter.
“You know, it wasn’t until you were gone for seven months that I realized I cared about it.”
“The fact that I wanted to kiss you.”
It takes forever, but N finally wraps his arms around Touya.
He sighs and decides to enjoy the smell of smoke a bit longer.