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Mix observes the male intently, watching him tickle Brighton as she rolls around on his lap and making Earth laugh at his daughter’s cuteness. He coos, pitching his voice high as he sweetly praises her before gently picking her up and nuzzling his face into her fur. It was cute as it always was, but Mix wasn’t enjoying the sweet scene today. Instead, it made him contemplate.
It makes Mix tilt his head, pondering in thought with wonder why this man could just kiss him with hot fury and warmth, hold him so safely like home and then just walk away; it makes Mix wonder why this man could leave Mix with high adrenaline and repeated memories from parted touches and soft lips, leave him panting and needing more; It makes Mix question why Earth didn’t do anything, say anything the following days after, not showing one ounce of curiosity nor emotion to their shared intimate moment.
It left Mix by himself with his thoughts. All he could do was think - think and think and think about the particular evening, relive it in his memory like a daily routine he couldn’t forget and wonder when it could happen again. Until when could he feel Earth’s lips on his own, exciting his body like fireworks that seemed never-ending; until when can he feel the older’s rough hands holding onto his waist like a protective barrier, away and safe from the world; until when can he feel his deep huffs of breath against his skin while they take in each other’s scents.
Mix squints his eyes as he continues to watch Earth, seeing him put down Brighton to which she immediately runs away to play with a random cat toy a few feet away. When Mix notices Earth look up at him, he quickly rips his gaze away from him to the TV, pretending to be interested in the series playing on the screen.
“Mix,” Earth says normally, tone deep. Mix urges himself not to bite his bottom lip as he hums in response, not taking his eyes off from the TV. Earth continues, “Follow me.”
Mix looks at him then (stomach erupting in butterflies by the order), noticing Earth already at his feet and making his way upstairs. He quickly shuts the TV off and follows the older male, curious to why Earth wanted him. Mix quirks an eyebrow at himself, wondering if maybe they were finally going to talk.
Once they were upstairs, Earth walks into his bedroom with Mix right behind him. Voice strong and clear, he speaks, “Close the door behind you.”
Mix does as told, heart nervous for what’s to come. Before he could ask, however, a hand was suddenly slammed against the door beside his face. Spinning around in surprise, Mix sees Earth stood right in front of him, head tilted lightly to the side as the older man stared down at him with dark eyes. Mix could only stare at him back, mouth agape with the beat of his heart stuck at his throat, making it difficult to question anything and everything. He wanted to ask him what and why, but he also didn’t want to interrupt the moment, afraid it’ll only stop Earth from doing what Mix was hoping.
Mix closes his mouth, body relaxing with still a few nervous flies buzzing around his stomach from the way Earth was leaning towards him so seductively. He looked at Mix with intensity, like he was holding himself back. Mix’s hands fly upward, resting on his P’ Earth’s clothed chest as he continues to stare into his eyes with challenge.
“P’Earth,” Mix says sweetly.
Earth watches as Mix glides his hands smoothly over the taller’s broad shoulders. Mix notices his gaze soften, reminding him of the many times Earth had stated his eyes don’t lie. Mix smiles at the memory.
“Can I kiss you?” Earth finally asks, voice husky as he speaks quietly just for Mix to hear.
Mix elates at the question, his hands already making their way to rest on the taller’s nape as his fingers bury themselves through the baby hairs there. He tilts his head forward, resting his forehead onto Earth’s with closed eyes as he listens to their slow breaths of air before finally replying, “Shouldn’t we talk first?”
Earth takes a step closer, resting his large hands around Mix’s waist. “About?” he questions.
Mix cracks a smile, leaning back to look back up at Earth. “About this, idiot,” he explains lightly, jutting his jaw at their intimate stance.
“We do this all the time,” Earth retaliates, lightly smacking Mix’s ass with one hand with a smile on his face as he continues, “and don’t call me an idiot, you’re an idiot.”
Mix doesn’t say anything more, instead looking at his P’Earth with a resting smile. His P’ looked a bit worn out from the day, but warm and happy. He looked beautiful and safe, soft and comforting. Mix sighed, resting a hand on the older’s cheek as Earth looked down at him patiently, probably waiting for Mix to fight back, but all Mix could really think about is how perfect Earth was.
Mix surely has done something right in his past life, saved a life or two because how else could he be so lucky to have met and befriended such an amazing man that was Earth. How could he have pulled off becoming partners with the sweetest man alive when there were so many others in the industry, so many others Earth could’ve chosen to work with.
Mix feels his smile falter, watching the way Earth’s own follows with as he watches the younger. He was so lucky to be in this position, in the warm embrace of the sweetest man in the world.
“I want to kiss you,” Mix finally speaks, keeping his tone serious, “but seriously this time.”
Earth looks surprised by the statement at first before replacing it with an amused smile and a raised eyebrow. He questions, “Seriously?”
“Like you mean it too,” Mix explains, noticing Earth’s knit together at his explanation. Mix bites the inside of his bottom lip as he racks his brain for a better way to explain what he means. He doesn’t want to pretend like their kiss (and possible future kisses) never happened when it has, doesn’t want to relive it in his memories like deja vu when he could do it whenever he pleases, doesn’t want to act like he isn’t infatuated with his best friend when it is so obvious that he is. Mix’s frown deepens as his eyes sting, frustrated as he couldn’t convey anything right with actual, vocal words.
“Mix, it’s okay,” Earth speaks up, noticing the frustration on the younger’s face, “I know what you mean.”
Mix stares at his best friend, feeling himself get more emotional at the words Earth was comforting him with. He knew Earth didn’t really understand, but was only trying to make him feel better. He really didn’t deserve him.
“I just really love you,” Mix finally confesses, hearing the silence after which starts a waterfall of words to stream out from the buried depths of his heart, “and this isn’t some joke, I’m being serious. You might think I’m overthinking, but I’m not. I genuinely love you, like a lot and I always just think about you. It’s always you, you, you in my head and sometimes, it gets annoying because I can’t do anything about it. I just want to hug you, kiss you, hold your hand whenever I want instead of just holding back. I’m tired of holding back, Earth. So, please - ” Mix pauses to take a deep breath in, trying to swallow the lump growing in the back of his throat. He was determined to let everything out now, needed his feelings out in the open before the frustration of his infatuation could grow and devour him whole or make him go crazy. He felt like he was almost there, maybe this was him going crazy and confessing. He closes his eyes, trying to calm his screaming brain and racing heart in his ears. Mix feels a warm palm rest on his cheek, allowing Mix to sigh out in relief against the warmth as the older male wipes away the fallen tears Mix was unaware of. He sucks in another breath of air before opening his eyes and looking up at Earth, practically pleading as he finishes, “Please kiss me like you mean it too.”
Earth was only smiling down at him, a sweet smile Mix was used to seeing because Earth was always sweet. It’s one of the many reasons Mix loved him, but it confused him here. Was he not aware of what Mix was trying to say?
“I have,” Earth speaks before Mix could ponder longer.
Mix blinks. He blinks some more, trying to process what Earth was saying, what he was trying to say.
“I’ve always kissed you like I meant it,” Earth explains with a chuckle, rubbing his thumbs on both of Mix’s cheeks, “even while filming.”
Mix could only stare up at him in shock.
“Are you an idiot?” Earth asks with another light laugh, bringing a hand to rest behind his nape. “I thought I was being so obvious about my feelings, it made me seriously nervous.”
Mix stares at him some more before his hearts swells up even more. He wants to cry, but also wants to kiss him. Instead, he lets his head fall to rest against Earth’s chest and laughs out loud, in relief but also because he really was an idiot.
“I really am.”