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I will take good care of you
I will take good care of you
Evening. A warm summer late evening. Nightlife was already beginning on the streets, bars were filling up with people. Lanterns were slowly lighting up everywhere, creating a kind of magical atmosphere. Among the many people in the small bar were two spies. One was wearing a black leather jacket with red inserts on the shoulders, a simple pale blue T-shirt and black trousers. The other was wearing a brown shirt under a purple jacket and gray tight pants. There were a couple of glasses of water and a cup of tea on the table.
“Owen, please, can I have a drink today? We completed the mission perfectly!”
“No, we still have things to do tomorrow. Ask me again and we're out of here.”
“Owen! It's not fair, we've done it before, I was drinking and the next day I was doing tasks.”
“In which you often hurt yourself because of a terrible headache.”
“I won't drink much, honestly.”
“Okay, that’s it, we’re leaving, I can't stand your howling anymore.”
Owen was a man of his word. He said - he did. Owen got up first, walked around the table and dragged Curt by the hand. The latter reluctantly, but still obeyed Owen and also stood up. Both men headed out of the bar.
Once outside, it became a little quieter. The fresh air, as far as it can be in the city, was pleasant. A small breeze caressed the face and diluted the warmth. Owen and Curt walked in silence along the street lit by lanterns. Now, at this moment, despite the fact that Curt couldn't drink, he was in a good mood. Such moments, alone with Owen, were a rare experience, but they are even more valuable because of it. So silently, enjoying each other's company, they reached the hotel, the room in which they were given by the agency. They lived in the same room for the sake of budget cuts.
Curt had one feeling all day. It slowly but surely grew in his body and it was harder for the man to control it, but he held on with all his might. As soon as the door to the room was locked, Curt turned off his watch and leaned his elbow against the wall, thereby blocking Owen's passage.
“Turn off your watch.”
“I know without you.”
“You look very serious today. Although I'm not complaining, you're hot as hell when you're angry.”
“Curt, what are you getting at?” Turning off his watch, Owen said with a smirk on his lips.
“I think you can guess for yourself.”
“Darling, I want to hear it clearly from your mouth.”
“Oh, that's how you play! All right: I. want. you.” Curt approached Owen and put his hands on his hips.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" For some reason, there was concern on Owen's face.
“Only if you agree.” Curt answered firmly.
“...Okay, let's try it. But don't say I didn't warn you.” Owen said after a pause.
"I'm sure you have nothing to be shy about.” Curt moved his hands from his hips to his chest, lifting his partner's shirt.
“I'll take it off myself.”
“No problem, O. Come out when you're ready.” The man removed his hands and went to the bed, undressing along the way.
I will wash your hair at night
And dry it off with care
Owen went into the bathroom and closed the door. Taking a deep breath, he slowly took off his shirt and stood in front of the mirror. There were multiple scars on his body. They reminded Owen of his mistakes. That he's not perfect. This made Owen both horrified and furious. He didn't know how Curt would react, he didn't want to know, he didn't want to see the disgust on Curt's face, or even worse, a lie. This will be the first time Curt will be able to see Owen's body without an urgent need, when he could not concentrate on the appearance. Curt will be seeing him now. Owen has to be strong, he has to be perfect, the best. But the scars, for Owen, said otherwise. The man inhaled and exhaled again and turned away from the mirror. Carefully folding the shirt, he took off his pants and folded them too. The man quickly rinsed himself in the shower. Owen hesitated for a long time to open the door, but finally firmly took hold of the handle and pulled it down.
I will see your body bare
And still I will live here
Curt was already lying on the bed in his pants. Owen put his clothes on a chair and prepared mentally for everything that was possible.
“Wow, Owen. You-.. you're just incredible. I've never been able to get a proper look at your body, but you're amazing. It's just criminal to hide such beauty.”
“You... - Owen hesitated a little and carefully sat down next to Kurt on the bed, - you don’t care about the scars?..”
"What do you mean? Everyone has scars, especially in our field. Are you shy of them?”
“But they are indicators of mistakes.” Owen looked down at his palms.
“No one is perfect, O.”
“But I have to strive for the ideal, and every mistake moves me away from it.”
“Nobody. Is. Perfect. I know that our profession requires this and that we are taught that our mistakes define us, but this is not the case. We are not robots. Although even those can fail.”
“Curt.”
“Yes?”
“I love you.” With these words, Owen hugged the man and put him on the bed.
“Oh, um, I love you too. So, do you still want to...?”
“I'm sorry, but no. Can we just lie down like this, hugging?”
“Of course. Just a second, I'll go to the bathroom.”
“Oh, yes, of course. I'm sorry, love.”
“What? Found something to apologize for. That's why I'm asking you, so that you have the right to refuse.”
Owen didn't say anything, but a satisfied, sincere smile spread across his face. When Curt returned, he immediately crawled under the blanket with Owen and lay down on his chest.
“I really want to sleep now. Good night.”
“Good night, my love.”
And we're not out of the tunnel
I bet you, though, there's an end
Stay with me
Hold my hand
There's no need
To be brave
And while you sleep
I'll be scared
So by the time you wake
I'll be brave
I'll be brave
I'll be brave