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This, to lay on the grass together after skating all afternoon, tired and sweaty, feeling lighter after laughing for hours, this was just perfect. It wasn't cold nor too hot, the sky was already dark and their hands were interlacing in the middle of the both flushered bodies. It was just so nice. To stay in silence, just enjoying that moment, their hands holding tightly, just laying together under the stars like nothing else mattered, as if they could just stay there like that and not mind the rest of the world. Maybe it was something very simple but Reki's heart was warm and full of love and peace, as if he had found his place in this wide world at last, a place he never wanted to leave, a hand he never wanted to let go, a place he never guessed existed for him.
He was truly happy.
He moved closer and a soft breath met his cheek just before dry lips pressed themselves there and Reki leaned onto that sweet gesture, cuddling closer and sighting.
Miya rested his head on Reki's shoulder and it was wonderful. To hold the slightly smaller body closer and never let go. Miya had grown a lot in the past few years but he still was a little shorter than Reki, even if barely (and yes, the gap was closing fast), he knew Miya would surely be taller than him when reaching his final height but for now, Reki was taller, and he liked it. To be honest, it was something he would secretly miss in the future. They were in the perfect size different for hugging with Miya resting his head against his shoulder just right, and perfect for Miya being the small spoon when cuddling in bed and perfect for Reki's lips to kiss his forehead whenever he wanted when standing.
"Hey,"
Miya looked at him, trying to not move away to do so.
"What?"
"Um. Not much, just… I like this"
Miya smiled and hugged Reki tightly.
"It's nice," he said and kissed Reki's neck shortly. "Are you going to the tournament with me on Friday?"
"Of course I am! I'm sorry that I missed the last one," he really was sorry. He watched the streaming of it but it wasn't the same. He wanted to congratulate Miya properly when he wins. Because Reki knew he was going to win or at least be on the podium. It was always a little embarrassing when Miya started saying to the press that all his boards were made by Reki and promoted his brand better than Reki himself could do and held his hand to the cameras and Reki was always nervous about that but it was nice too.
"It's okay, It's just so much better with you there. Everything's better with you in it"
Miya moved again, holding himself by leaning on his elbow and he was looking at Reki's face, his hand going to hold his cheek, his hair had gotten longer and was now falling down, framing his face beautifully.
"Everything," Miya whispered before leaning down and pressing his lips against Reki's.
Reki hugged him closer and they were kissing slowly and tenderly and Reki's chest felt so full of love. He never wanted this to end. He didn't care where they went. They were gonna be just fine because they were together and they were in love, so deeply in love. Everything was so much better now that they were together.
Sometimes Reki felt bad and insecure feeling that maybe he should have stepped aside and let Miya find someone his age, some athlete maybe, some cute girl maybe, because obviously that would be the right thing to do, something easiest to Miya to deal with, someone his parents accepted happily (is this a joke?! How can you do this to us?! We always let you do whatever you wanted, maybe that's when he failed! I can't believe this, you destroyed this family!), someone prettier and skilled in more ways than Reki was, because Reki was just fine and Miya deserved top tier dating material. But Reki couldn't let him go. He wanted to hold onto him desperately. And maybe it was selfish but Reki had never been more happy than having Miya as his partner. Miya sometimes knew exactly what to do or what to say, even if Reki said nothing (like he usually did when he was upset), and that was so nice to have in a partner. It was unbelievable how Miya always found out when something was troubling Reki or how he sensed if he was feeling bad. Miya was younger and still always knew what to do to bring all these wonderful and warm and happy feelings back.
Miya started to kiss him all over the face, butterfly kisses that made Reki laugh and sigh and fall in love all over again. To be held and loved like this.
To be treasured.
"Do you wanna stay at my place tonight?"
"Yeah," Miya smiled and kissed him on the lips again.
They skated to Reki's apartment and stopped to buy a late dinner on the way. It was so domestic and peaceful, the night was silent and fresh and Reki was smiling slightly without noticing it. They ate cuddling on the sofa, laughing at silly videos on Reki's phone and Reki loved to hear Miya laughing, it was sweet and endearing and he looked so cute, laughing and talking about how much he wanted to have a cat, a black one or a white one or an orange one, he didn't really care about the color or anything, and Reki wanted to ask him to move in with him and adopt a cat together, maybe two, yet he didn't say it. But he liked the idea maybe too much. He was going to find the perfect moment to ask him.
When they finally got to bed, talking about skating again for a little while, Miya hugged him and kissed him and Reki held him back and he joked about Miya being like a purring cat and brushed his fingers through Miya's hair slowly and kissed his forehead before accommodating to sleep, like two pieces that fitted just right.
And that was, for sure, the place they belonged to.