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It didn’t feel like the real world.
Christian knew it was; he could touch the slightly coarse fabric, the rough finger pads that turned into bony fingers and large, warm palms, could smell the deep citrus scent that, over the years, had become a Pavlovian response of safe, could taste the “tasteless” chapstick that Ethan used when it got colder.
Ethan’s chapped lips were a sign of snow, soon.
No one believed him, not even Ethan, but Christian was always right, in a few weeks.
“You’re warm,” he said. Ethan smiled at him, low lids and indulgent. “C’mere, share it with me.”
“So greedy,” murmured Ethan, and a thrill went up Christian’s spine. Not now, damnit. “You just want to take all my warmth and leave me all cold.”
Teasing. “I’d take something else from you,” said Christian before they thought better of it, licking their lips salaciously. “Or I could give you something to make up for it.”
Ethan considered for a few seconds, before grunting as he pulled Christian closer. “I don’t want anything,” he said, grabbing Christian’s shoulders so that they were pulled on top of their boyfriend. “All I want is you, baby.”
“You—” Christian was rudely interrupted by warm hands slipping into his own chilly ones, and he groaned in appreciation. “Oh.”
“There,” said Ethan, looking up at him with a devotion he hoped Ethan could see in his own eye. He had to, or else this may not last. “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll give you all the heat.”
“Thank you,” muttered Christian, diverting his gaze as he felt his face heat. It was rare that Christian was flustered; usually, he was the one flustering Ethan. However, Ethan was a romantic to end all other romance. He didn’t show it too often, but when he did…
It was probably a good thing. If he showed any more than he did, Christian could probably get physically fat from all the sugary things Ethan spoonfed him with his words.
“You’re welcome,” said Ethan, and Christian glanced back. He was still smiling, but the tone had changed. There was a little smirk around his eyes, as if he had read Christian for exactly what they were feeling. “Anything for you.”
“Stop,” muttered Christian, trying to pull his hand away to flick Ethan on the forehead. Ethan just laughed, tightening his grip on his hands and pulling them towards Christian’s face. “Desist – damn cop I swear—”
“You’re pretty when you’re angry,” said Ethan, and it was cheeky, but it made a large part of Christian want to melt – but no, he had to stay strong. Ethan wasn’t allowed to make him fucking feel like this and walk away without consequences, no.
Then, Ethan cupped his face with their conjoined hands, smiling up at him with those tired, pretty blue eyes, and oh.
“You’re so handsome,” he blurted out. “I mean—”
“Thank you,” said Ethan, and the damn bastard laughed again.
“Bitch,” Christian snapped, pulling their hands away sharply and glaring at Christian. For a second they thought it may have been too much, from the shocked expression on Ethan’s face, but it morphed into amusement and an unrestrained snort. Christian huffed at that, shimmying back off of Ethan’s body, but Ethan sat up and caught them firmly by the hips before they could completely leave his lap.
Never let me go.
“Baby, no, don’t be like that,” said Ethan, pulling them together and trying to bump their foreheads together. Christian resisted it, and Ethan’s hands came up from his hips to his shoulders, trying to nuzzle into him. “I’m sorry, Chris.”
“I’m reporting you for domestic abuse,” said Christian, and, ignoring the bemused look on Ethan’s face, continued with “and let’s see you be a police officer after that.”
“Oh no, what will I do,” said Ethan dryly, and finally, Christian relented, letting Ethan gently knock their foreheads together as his large hand tangled between Christian’s hair, near his undercut. “Is there anything I can do to convince you otherwise?”
“Give me a kiss,” said Christian, the answer coming to his tongue before his brain could process the words. “Then I’ll think about not reporting you.”
Ethan chuckled, a low, fond sounding thing, before tilting his head to press his lips against Christian’s. Christian closed their eyes, savoring the faint tasteless taste of chapstick and what was simply Ethan. They parted their mouth into it, and Ethan hummed, before kissing into it with a steady, firm desire. Christian found their hands going into Ethan’s hair to press him closer as they savored each other.
Christian never wanted to let go.
At last, Ethan drew back, and Christian barely resisted chasing after. He smiled at Christian, all lush and satisfied, the beautiful bastard.
“How dare you be so pretty,” Christian accused. Ethan just smiled.
“You’re the pretty one, you know,” he said. “I’ll make sure you always know.”
“You sure?” asked Christian, and Ethan nodded. “You promise?”
“Of course,” said Ethan, and Christian almost believed him.
~
He still loves me.
~
Darling (the ex cop)
We arrived safely. Alex is in bed now, Mrs. Lee is seeing to him.
k
thx for txting
Of course, Christian.
ily
I love you too.
Always will.
almots wish u didnt
Don’t worry about it.
Anyways, you’re the prettiest man I know.
How could I not love you?