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Fourteen huffed to himself, still watching the now-closed crack in the door. How dare anyone offend his Tenny like that, and at such a terrible time!
He paused. What had they been doing anyway?
Oh, yes—that. Fourteen’s stomach fluttered. They had been so close to sharing a kiss, and it just HAD to have been interrupted.
His face dropped in a pout. Now Tenny is probably too mad to try again!
(spoiler: they’re not)
Fourteen squeaked as Ten dragged him away from the door and grabbed him by his sides, staring dazedly into his eyes. They looked dizzy and tired, as if all that arguing had worn them out.
The two stared at each other for a bit. Fourteen studied the shape of their face, trying to pick out exactly what the integer was thinking.
“Glad they’re gone,” Ten finally mumbled, guiding Fourteen slowly backward by his hips.
Fourteen sucked in a sharp gasp as his back hit the wall. His gaze drifted down to Ten’s lips once again. “…Yeah.”
Ten smiled. “Y’know, I’ve thought about them way too much lately… it’s nice that you’re here with me. You really do make me feel better, Fourteen.”
Ten’s pelvis brushed lightly against Fourteen’s, and he sighed sharply in response to the close contact, his body almost going limp. “..I’m glad.”
The other integer tilted his head and leaned forward, causing the space between the two’s lips to shrink. “…Now, let me think… We were in the middle of something, weren’t we?”
Fourteen shivered when he felt Ten’s breath touch his face. “..Yeah, we were.”
Did Ten really want this? Really? Even after every terrible thing that Fourteen had done to them? Maybe— but what he did know was that he definitely did. Math, he wanted it—no, needed it—so much that just the idea of a little peck on his lips made him feel weak.
Ten leaned so much closer that their lower lips almost made contact. They sounded like they were panting. “..You want this too, right? It’s okay if I do?”
Fourteen nodded vigorously. He brought his arms up to grip Ten’s waist and pull them closer, but despite his attempts, Ten was the one to initiate, and Fourteen melted desperately into the kiss, savoring the wet softness and citrusy taste of their lips. Relief and joy pumped through his veins, and the butterflies in his stomach flapped their wings ever faster.
Ten was so beautiful; so divine to him. They were lovely and kind and smart and seemed to have every talent on the planet—and of all of the numbers on the playground, Fourteen was the one who got to taste their godlike mouth. Ten kissed him so gently; so carefully, as if his lips were made of glass, and yet they pressed him against the wall with a strength that Fourteen didn’t even possess.
Ten’s tongue pressed against the barrier of the other’s teeth, asking for permission, and Fourteen eagerly opened his jaw just enough for Ten’s tongue to slip inside. Soon, his own tongue was coaxed out to tangle with it, and he relished in the fact that he was now tasting their mouth for real. Overly eager, he licked into Ten’s mouth frantically, back slightly arched against the wall. Fourteen shivered when Ten’s hands made their way up his shirt, suddenly gripping him tighter, and he returned the favor, only for it to end so soon.
After what felt like forever, Ten pulled away from the kiss, a thick string of saliva still connecting the two, and the second that it broke, it felt like they both finally woke up for the morning.
Again, they made silent eye contact. They studied each other’s faces for a couple minutes before Ten finally spoke up.
“…So,” he panted, “how about I make us some pancakes?”
Fourteen slowly let his fork slip from his hand and onto his now-empty plate with a clink, deep in thought. He was still recovering from the affects of the kiss, even after he’d finished his meal, and-
He perked up when a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder, and turned toward the person next to him. The two had barely talked since the…well, you know, and Fourteen was now becoming easily flustered just by the sight of Ten’s perfect face.
They smiled, gently stroking Fourteen’s shoulder. “Was that good?”
Fourteen nodded and smiled back. “Yeah. …You’re a really good cook, Ten.” He looked down at his plate, hiding his blush. “Y’know, I used to cook my own food a lot,” he chuckled, “‘cause my parents didn’t really care all that much about me, so I had to make it myself. I was pretty good at it, too.” He looked back at Ten. “Thanks for making that for me. I haven’t eaten in days.”
“It’s nothing.”
Fourteen was about to speak again, but before he had the chance, Ten had already leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. He sighed, surprised, and watched with wide eyes as Ten slipped off of their stool and brought both plates with them to the sink. They came back around to take Fourteen by the hand, and he slipped off of his stool.
“Why don’t we go rest for a bit, hm?”
Fourteen nodded and walked with Ten down the hallway into the bedroom, fingers intertwined with theirs. He blushed, flustered by the contact, as the two made their way through Ten’s bedroom door.
Ten closed the door behind himself and loosened his hand from Fourteen’s, arms up in a stretch. “Do you mind if I change right now?”
Somehow, Fourteen’s cheeks got hotter. “Uh, no…”
Ten’s smile went flat. “Are you sure? You sound uncomfortable.”
Fourteen sat down on the bed and wrapped his arms around himself, curling up. “Yeah, no, that’s fine.”
When Ten pulled up their shirt, Fourteen tried not to look. He didn’t succeed, but he really tried. Promise. It was just so hard not to. Everything about them was just so…perfect.
Ten definitely noticed him staring, but they didn’t say anything, just kept going. They removed their shorts, and Fourteen tried even harder not to look, but it was impossible. The image of a naked Ten flashed in his mind and he felt his pants slightly tighten, still staring at Ten’s exposed boxers with wide eyes.
He watched as Ten proceeded to walk to his dresser, grab himself a pair of pajama pants and put them on, then pull a little green ribbon from their short hair and let down their little ponytail.
They turned toward Fourteen, smiling.
“Alright, let’s lay down. You look tired.”
Ten dragged Fourteen further onto the bed, pulling them under the covers. He immediately moved to wrap their arms around Ten’s slightly bigger form, leaning onto them, and sighed as he relaxed.
“…Tenny?”
“Hm?”
Fourteen nuzzled his face into their shoulder, taking in their scent. “You’re…really amazing.”
Ten felt their body fill with heat, and suddenly they were gripping Fourteen tighter than before. The compliment would have been normal if anyone else had said it to him, but from Fourteen, it was just… different.
“…Really?”
“Of course,” Fourteen mumbled. “Don’t people tell you that all the time?”
“Well, yeah,” Ten mused, “but it’s just…kind of different coming from you, is all.” They shifted in place, becoming a bit flustered.
“You really are,” Fourteen continued, snuggling closer. “You’re pretty, and talented, and everyone likes you. You can play instruments and play sports and stuff. And you’re so nice, and empathetic. You really care.” He sighed. “I could never be as kind or pretty or talented as you, even if i tried my hardest. You’re just that amazing.”
Ten’s heart fluttered. “Fourteen…” They took Fourteen’s hand and gripped it. “…do…do you like me?”
The other was silent for a few moments, then returned Ten’s strong grip.
“…Yeah,” Fourteen mumbled, “a lot.”