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Sunny entered Basil’s—no, his house. He still wasn't used to it—even after so long. He even had his own spot by the window for drawing. His own special mug sitting in the kitchen cupboard.
The house smelled of tea and flowers, like home should.
He sighed.
It had been a long day. Balancing all his part time jobs was difficult. Tutoring, stocking shelves at Fix-It. And then his shift at Gino’s ran long. Sunny still couldn’t understand how Gino's handwriting was so bad.
The door gently clicked behind him.
His lips turned upward when he spotted Basil sitting neatly on the couch. Even when alone, Basil sat politely, like he was being interviewed.
“I'm home.” Sunny said.
“Oh! Hi Sunny.” Basil perked up, setting his mug on the side table.
“Would you like some tea? There's still some water in the kettle.”
Sunny didn't answer, he just kept his gaze on Basil. His expression softened.
“Or not—uh…” Basil looked at Sunny. His arms were limp at his side, he blinked slowly—like it took effort to open them again.
Basil opened his mouth, and closed it again.
Tired—that's what he was. He should let Sunny rest.
“Would you like to sit down, Sunny?” Basil patted the cushion next to him.
Sunny stood for a second before his smile widened. He dragged himself over, leaning forward as if to drive his motion. His feet shuffled across the floor.
Then he collapsed, setting himself on the couch—and directly on top of Basil’s lap, perfectly content.
The couch creaked under their combined weight. Basil adjusted his legs instantly, like he had done this hundreds of times before.
Still, his face flushed bright red. Sunny really just—
Sunny leaned back with the kind of sigh that emptied out the whole day. He rested the back of his head against Basil’s chest as he slumped.
“Mmfm!” Basil’s face was buried in Sunny’s hair. Basil gently pushed Sunny forward. “Sunny!”
His heartbeat spiked, but a smile tugged at his lips. Impulsively, he wrapped his arms around Sunny.
Sunny melted into the hug, warm and heavy in his arms. Basil felt the tension leave him, muscles relaxing.
“Are you doing okay?” Basil asked gently.
It took Sunny a second to answer, his voice a whisper. “Now I am.”
The words came out soft and easy, carrying away the weight in his chest. He closed his eye, the worries of his day had never seemed farther.
Sunny felt better—just like that? Basil hadn't done anything. But he felt better… just— just because he was here. His chest felt fuzzy — his face overtaken by a wobbly smile.
Basil held tighter, not wanting to let go.
A mischievous thought sparked. Could he…? No.
That would be too much.
He can't ruin things again. Not like the last time—
Basil paused. When?
When was the last time he'd been too much?
Sunny…
Sunny had never pushed Basil away. Never said he was too much.
And when Basil had pushed—Sunny… was happy.
Always.
Sunny’s weight pressed against him. Firm yet light—an unmistakable reminder of Sunny’s certainty.
That's all he wanted. For Sunny to be—no, for them to be happy.
Together.
Basil swallowed and went for it—he leaned closer and nibbled Sunny’s ear.
Sunny jerked, giggling softly, his hands flying to cover Basil’s.
Heat spread through Basil’s chest, his smile settling on its own. He didn't have to try, didn't think—it just was. He was happy, and that was that. It almost felt too easy.
Then inspiration struck. His hands shifted beneath Sunny’s shirt, fingers finding the perfect spot to tickle.
“B-Basil—!” Sunny squirmed, laughter bubbling out.
Sunny wriggled free, but found himself prone, laying back to the couch.
Basil had a perfect opening.
“Payback!” Basil declared, launching another wave of tickles.
“St-stop it!” Sunny gasped between laughs, writhing under Basil’s onslaught.
Basil laughed, delighted by how easily Sunny’s laughter escaped him. The moment was chaotic and joyful—but beneath it, something tender lingered.
The cushions were a mess, barely still on the couch. Basil brushed his hair out of his eyes. Sunny’s was still a mess. Somehow, he was cuter that way.
Basil was still sitting atop Sunny, breathing hard, worn from tickles and laughter.
Sunny lay down beneath him, head on the couch, staring at the ceiling. His body felt light, yet impossible to move at the same time.
The fabric was soft under him. And Basil’s weight atop him was gentle, like a weighted blanket that protected him from the world.
His thoughts went nowhere—there was nowhere to go. It was just him and Basil. Sharing the present—a moment that stretched longer each second.
Although it was still the same day, his rough time at work had faded into distant memory. Like it was already months past.
He smiled.
Sunny exhaled and—sensing a pause in the battle—seized his chance, pulling Basil into a tight hug.
Basil’s eyes widened as he was pulled down. His head was held between Sunny’s head and shoulder—their cheeks touching and heating up.
Sunny’s breaths were uneven at first, catching from leftover laughter. Each exhale brushed warm against Basil’s hairline. Gradually, they smoothed out, longer and slower, like his whole body was remembering how to rest.
Sunny gently rubbed Basil’s back, smiling like it was Basil rubbing his.
Basil’s thundering heart slowed, syncing with Sunny’s. Basil softened, brushing a hand over Sunny’s arm.
He felt warm. Warm here, with Sunny beneath him, wrapping him in his arms.
With someone who loved him—truly loved him. And that gave him almost no room to doubt it.
His eyes drifted. He opened his mouth—paused.
His words caught midair. He was happy. He didn't want this moment to end. Could he just stay here?
Was that being too much? Sunny always made him feel safe—wanted.
Sunny never seemed to mind, but even he must have limits.
His words slipped out before his thoughts could stop them.
“I’m not too heavy, am I?” he asked quietly.
Sunny’s voice was a gentle whisper. “It doesn’t matter to me.”
Somehow, that was all Basil needed. He melted into Sunny, fully, and without doubt..