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‘What’re you doing, ponyboy? Get in here, you’re soaking!’
Dionysus yelled at him while he ran to fetch a towel. Just 5 minutes before, he’d opened the house door and saw Chiron standing in the door, drenched by the heavy rain outside but still smiling brightly like an idiot. Before Dionysus even had time to say anything, Chiron shoved a box of chocolates, wine and reddish pink letters into his arms.
‘I figured you were alone for the summer, since no camper ended up staying. I… grabbed these for you last week.’
‘Wh— Chiron! I don’t care about the gifts right now! You're wet, just get inside.’
Dionysus set the gift box down near the coat rack and walked (not running as he didn't want to seem like he cared) with a stern look. Though after a few paces, he glanced back over his shoulder to see the centaur still standing in the rain with a tilted head and puzzled face. He'd only had his front hooves over the front carpet in the doorway.
‘What’re you doing, ponyboy? Get in here, you’re soaking!’
Chiron sighed and ducked under the doorway slightly to get his full half horse form under the arch. The man eyed the present near the front door and chuckled, pink spreading to his ears. The thought of giving love to Dionysus made him red—even if making love sounded impossible to him.
Dionysus returned back with a towel and hot tea, steaming at the brim. Mr. D had a pissed but relieved look on his face when he'd seen Chiron dry off (only a bit) his hair and clothes. He held up the dry towel and tea to Chiron’s hands and said: ‘You’re a straw-brained horse idiot for walking through that rain. Go to the living room. Dry off there or something..’
Both rested on the same couch while the centaur sipped his tea carefully; not wanting to scorch his tongue. While Chiron drank his beverage, Dionysus looked at the gift box in his arms, scanning everything in there—expensives wines and luxury chocolates. Chiron really knew such a god well. Mr. D held back a small laugh when he finished searching the gifts, he even blushed a little when he saw the whole box dry, not a raindrop that stained the cardboard. Did this idiot really get himself wet to keep my gift dry?
‘Well, I hope you enjoy it, Dionysus. Just… think of it as a thank you gift.’
‘For what exactly?’ The centaur stared at Dionysus.
‘For… staying at the camp. You know, helping out with the activities. You're pretty helpful when people get to know you… know you for 3,000 years..’
‘Alright? Whatever. I was just confused as to why there are hearts and a love l-’
Chiron almost spilled his tea everywhere when he shoved Dionysus’ hand down—he was going to pick up that reddish pink letter. That was reserved for when he was alone, not just read the whole thing in front of him. Chiron was about to speak until it came to him how close the distance was between his face and Dionysus’.
‘Hm?’
The centaur’s face turned a hot pink that spread all the way down to his Adam’s apple.
‘Wh- No, it’s nothing! There was… a bug on your hand?’
Dionysus eyebrows knotted and stared into hazel coloured eyes, a spark of love in them as he felt Chiron squeeze his other hand. He started to turn pink too.
His hand pulled away.
‘…Are you dry yet, hay-for-breath?’
‘Ahem…’ the centaur muttered as he straightened his waist coat. ‘I can stay just a few minutes more, if that's okay? It's still raining out there.’
‘Whatever.’ Dionysus picked up the empty tea cup and headed to the other room.
Chiron flushed and tried to neaten every part of himself so he didn't already look as more of an idiot than he was when he walked in. The whole reason he came to him was because he liked, sorry, LOVED his work partner. Mr. D as the campers knew him. Dionysus. This year Chiron thought he could give him a small confession and be off with it, over and done with. Dionysus came back and sank into the couch, sighing.
‘Can I ask you something, Chiron?’
‘Anything, Dionysus. What's wrong?’
‘Did you come all the way to my house to give me a confession gift in the rain?’
Silence for a few seconds.
‘C-Confession? Well, it's more than just my feelings written in a simple letter. I was just wondering how to show it… I just-’
The world seemed to stop spinning as soon as Dionysus brought himself up to Chiron and kiss his rain flavoured lips. A pleasured sigh came out from the back of Chiron’s throat, holding his work partner closer. The kiss was hesitant, but somewhat… enjoyable for them. Chiron pulled out and inhaled deeply.
‘Y-You can’t just do that without warning me!’
‘So… you came to my house not expecting a kiss after you handed me a stupid lovey dovey gift?’
‘Wha-’
‘And you pulled me closer anyway!’
Dionysus pressed a finger against Chiron’s chest.
Chiron ended up giving in and laying another 3 more tender kisses on the other man’s lips, tongues clashing against each other. Dionysus wrapped his arms around the centaur’s back, pressing his fingers against his spine. It started becoming messy when Chiron began to bury his face in to the crook of Dionysus’ neck and nibbled the skin. For a sensible activities director and Latin teacher, he sure was aggressive when it came to intimacy. He ran his tongue against his collarbone—that seemed to get a yelp from the other man.
‘Mhh-’
‘What?’
‘Fuck… you're a weirdo…’
‘Do you… still want more?’
‘Fuck kind of question is that? Take off your clothes.’