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“Girls all say you’re handsome.” Day murmured, legs crossed opposite Mork, “You should have seen how they were squealing for you, bleh!” He stuck out his tongue in a mock retch.
Mork chuckled, his gaze resting on his friend. Day may be unaware of this fact, but the entire time he performed, his eyes were just locked on him. Though he couldn’t look back at him, knowing that he could hear him sing, and watching his smile stretch across his face was enough to keep him mesmerized the entire performance.
“They were so down bad, if only they knew how much of an awful caretaker you were.”
… Mork didn’t understand how and why he had fallen for him either.
He rolled his eyes at that and gave Day a shove, who moved towards the sensation with a scandalized noise.
“Do you want to know what I look like?” Mork asked, his eyes wandering nervously even though he knew it made no difference. Day still looked in his direction with an unreadable expression. When Mork treated himself, he would sometimes call this expression flustered. It doesn’t work out too often though, since Day will very quickly follow up with his sharp tongue.
“Why would I want that?” He said, shrugging and turning his head away, “Plus, I can’t, so.”
“I could tell you?” He didn’t even know why he was pushing it. Hoping for jealousy, maybe. Any sort of reaction.
Day continued looking away from Mork’s face. “Nah, I’m sure I got a good enough idea from all the girls around me… They say you have a hot smile.”
Why did Day have to be so stubborn? Mork could almost throw his hands up in the air with frustration. Damn- maybe he had gotten every single sign wrong and Day felt nothing but friendship towards him. Even less, what if he saw him as just an employee?
It was only the other night that they had flirted before Mork left for the day, Day’s open expression making him feel nothing but adoration and fondness towards the younger man that he has barely known for a month.
Every time they made contact Mork felt sparks, even if it was just to help him up a staircase. This could be an extremely inappropriate way to feel about your employer, but Mork couldn’t bring himself to care as he gently took Day’s wrists between his two hands.
That caused him to finally pay attention to him again. He looked down at his captured hands, confused.
“I want you to know more than those girls, Day.”
Though he already does know more about him as a person, so much more.
“And how do you plan on doing th-”
Mork placed Day’s hands on either side of his face. His soft hands enveloped the contour of his jaw, thumb resting on his cheek for a second that Mork could very much mistake as a stroke just before the younger man went to pull away, an exclaim escaping his shocked lips.
“I don’t need to feel your face!”
“I just want you to know what I look like.” Mork said simply, his grip on Day firm. Though both men very easily have around the same strength level, only unbalanced due to Day’s past few months of absence from his sport- he made it fairly easy to be pulled back to Mork’s face. It made him smile as he guided the badmintonists fingers over his ears, specifically his left ear where his stretched lobe took up most of the real estate. By the pause in Day’s body followed by his touch getting a bit more frantic, he must have been noticing for the first time.
“Ow! Don’t pull on my ear you heathen.” he laughed.
Day’s mouth was slightly agape, “You never told me you had a pierced ear, you really are a bad influence.”
“Not just pierced, stretched. And well done- so really it is a good thing about me. Shows I’m patient. Have to be to deal with you.”
“Ha. All I know now is you have no taste for accessories. You really should have kept it symmetrical, then you wouldn’t look like a thug at least.”
“That’s enough, move on.” Mork said, gently pulling Day’s hands away from either side of his face and down towards his jawline, his thumbs following the line, “I have a shorter face than you, a bit more of a square j-”
Hands moved upwards towards his stubble.
“I know that.” Day said quickly, “I have seen the outline of your face, remember, it is just the details that are blurry. I never knew the ‘facial hair’ people spoke of was so pathetic.”
This bitch really knew how to look a gift horse in the mouth, didn’t he. Mork pulled his face back, “Hey- if you don’t want to know what I look like, then keep insulting me!”
“Sorry sorry sorry sorry…” Day brought his hands closer on his own accord this time, and was quiet for a moment, clearly taking Mork’s words seriously. The latter looked across at him as he touched his lower face. He was surprised he kept repeating the action, as even for him the stubble got irritating at times. Phojai would complain constantly about it, but he had no need to think of her right now.
Day accidentally brushed against Mork’s lower lip in his journey, and must not have noticed as he went on as if nothing happened. Mork however, had to fight the urge to press his fingers to his lip in an attempt to preserve the sensation like an artifact.
The hands on his face continued to travel upwards, fingertips searching wildly, like an octopus. It was honestly getting rather overwhelming, the amount of energy Day was putting into this. Mork had to fight the urge to jolt away at times where his friend poked his face much too hard, setting off his nervous system.
Through the shallow troughs of his smile lines,
“How do you have such a youthful face when you’re so ancient?”
and the deeper intents at his nose, where he wrinkled it and managed to make Day giggle, Mork held his tongue to avoid saying something that would give away any of his feelings, though the fascination Day was feeling was more than suspicious. His face held
the
expression, and the older man was freely able to stare in adoration-
Day’s hands paused over something squishy, and he gave it another experimental push. Mork flinched back,
“Hey, those are my eyes!”
“I know.” he responded with a cheeky smile, “I wanted to see how you’d react.” Another prod, causing the same reaction.
Day’s smile faded, and the pad of his thumbs drifted, pulling on the corner of his eyes gently. He admired in silence, Mork not daring to say anything as he blinked his eyes back open and gazed at his friend.
The silence was broken tentatively. “Can you describe them for me, Mork?”
At his name being spoken, and the question asked, he felt his heart speed up almost to the rate at which he nodded. The sudden velocity surprising Day and almost causing his thumbs to end up right in his open eye. He touched his arm in a silent apology before opening his mouth.
“I think I have big eyes in comparison to my face… they’re probably the same brown as yours, but they’re not quite as big as yours. You have big double eyelids.
I, well I have one double eyelid but the other is a monolid. It is a bit unique.”
“Which is which?” Day asked, his fingers wandering as if to find out on his own.
Mork smiled and tilted his head slightly to avoid nails jabbing his sclera, “My right eye is the double eyelid.”
At that time, Day went quiet and his eyes squinted in focus as he gently felt along Mork’s eyes. To be truthful it was extremely uncomfortable- but any time Mork tried to close his eyes he would be met with a discontented noise, so he just did his best to wait patiently until Day was able to feel the difference.
“Hey! I feel it!” He eventually exclaimed, and Mork smiled, getting ready to respond with something snarky to keep the conversation going. But Day went quiet again, feeling along the edges of his eyes as his nerves twitched and struggled to stay open. His mouth was agape with a smile, that smile he gets when he gets filled with wonder.
“So cute…” Day breathed.
He immediately seemed to notice his mistake, and his smile disappeared while Mork’s grew. He allowed Day to pull away, his mouth opening and closing like the fish he cared for as the words struggled to come.
Mork chuckled, his cheeks warm with glee. So his friend did feel something towards him, surely. That was enough for him now- he knew what a skittish person he was, and if Mork pushed him, he would automatically go into defensive mode, setting them back in the development of their friendship.
So he went to get up, his legs unfolding like a fawn when he suddenly felt a hand on his calf. He looked back at Day who seemed to finally get his lips working.
“Wait. Stay.”
“Okay.” Mork shrugged and backtracked into his previous position. A smile teased the edge of his mouth, but he held it back by clearing his throat.
Day looked towards him, his eyes darting around as he hesitantly reached towards the mechanic. He bumped his elbow first, following it upwards to reach Mork’s wrists. This confused Mork, who followed the movements with curiosity. This quickly morphed into shock as his hands were brought opposite him. Against Day’s face in an exact mirror of the activity they had just experienced.
Of course, Mork had touched Day’s face before. He was a caretaker, and though he did his best to encourage independence, he couldn’t change the fact that his employer was a spoiled brat who on occasion had wanted his face washed for him. Though those moments had indeed made Mork feel a little bubble of joy inside him, he had pushed it aside for the sake of professionalism.
This was different. This was open. This was intimate. Day wasn’t even looking at him, his eyes drifting down beneath them. His thumb was itching to caress his cheek, his skin was so soft. And as he looked down at the floor Mork could see the way his eyelashes grazed his cheekbone. Cherubic.
The lips in front of him opened, and the feeling of his skin moving against his fingertips made him want to grab him.
“What do I look like?” Almost a whisper, maybe a bit of an assault of words- Day’s voice wasn’t the most gentle when aimed at Mork. But at least it made him laugh.
“I know what you look like, Day. I don’t need to feel.”
Day shrugged and looked back up towards Mork with an expression that made his heart skip a beat, “I know, but still.”
Of all the weeks knowing him, Mork had never seen Day with such a vulnerable expression.
Actually, that is a lie- the only other time was when he had called for him out in Chatuchak. The tears in his eyes blurred his view a bit, but the desperation in Day’s followed by the hug they shared had been replaying over and over in his head since the day it happened.
If this was desperation, what did Day want from him here?
He shouldn’t make him uncomfortable, so he smirked and went for his usual, “You’re ugly as sh-”
“Tell me really, P’Mork.”
His voice was so serious it shut Mork up immediately. He was suddenly very aware of every point of contact with Day, his hands beginning to sweat. This was a bit too real. You would almost swear his vision was returning, with the intense way that Day stared into Mork’s soul. It made him want to look away and escape from this terrifying ordeal.
“Beautiful.” He said quietly, “You look beautiful.”
Truth finally spoke into the air, the temperature in the room seemed to drop, sweat prickling at Mork’s forehead and his lips drying up. He licked them absentmindedly, and it seemed Day was going through the same physical reaction, as he did the same. Mork’s gaze locked on and he gulped. How do you kiss a blind man who doesn’t see it coming- do you just hope that the sight he has left warns him right before it happens? Mork goes to open his mouth and ask him for permission, but all air has left his lungs, and he can’t find the words.
Day doesn’t seem much better, his hands loosening around Mork’s wrists. But he swallows the spit gathered in his mouth and speaks, the words more of an order, “Kiss me.”
That is all the permission Mork needed. His hands already placed in the right position, he presses himself close to Day and kisses him tenderly, one hand rolling from his cheek to the back of his neck to support him while the other stays put, thumb pressing into his cheek and palm cradling his jaw. The kiss was short, and he broke away from Day from the bottom up, their foreheads continuing to press against each other.
Their chests were heaving like when they played in those dinosaur costumes, and Mork felt nothing but joy and warmth, just like he had then.
The man in front of him was grinning his well known grin, eyes locked to Mork.
“I can see your features from here.” Day breathed, out of breath, “The girls were right.”
Mork paused before letting out a bark of laughter. Day joined in, laughing at his own joke until Mork grabbed him by the neck and pressed their lips together again, harder than last time and at a pace intended to satisfy the desperation he had felt for Day for a long time. Though Day probably hadn’t kissed anyone since going blind, that didn’t matter here. The younger man slid his tongue against Mork’s like the talented and skilled person he was, wrenching a moan out of the mechanic in such a pathetic way it almost made him get up and leave the room. Mork pushed Day down to the bed as punishment, their hands both roaming with a frenzy that made them both pause to laugh. Their time together was challenging, it was fun. Mork couldn’t get enough of it. Day would make sure he got his fill.