Prompt: Looking Back (Discord Drabble)
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Steve shuffles in from the kitchen to find Eddie cosied up on the couch, snickering to himself as he looks over a photo album.
He sets his afternoon cup of tea down on the coffee table and then turns to set down his walking stick and join his partner. He moves at a snail's pace as he lowers onto the couch cushions, his back not letting up today.
Eddie barks a laugh, quite raspy these days and resembling his uncle's old chuckle more than he's probably willing to admit.
"Hello," he greets as if they haven't been at home together all day, his voice teasing as he looks over the top of his glasses.
He holds up the photo album. It's innocent enough, embossed with the label 'Precious Memories' in gold on a red, velvety cover. But Steve doesn't even have to take a second look at the blush in Eddie's cheeks to know what kind of picture he's looking at.
And Eddie looks so cute with his unwavering mischievous grin, one that has not changed with age, Steve thinks he is willing to forego a lecture. He knows Eddie must have used the small step ladder – a fall hazard for both of them according to Erica and Dustin – to retrieve it from where it's tucked away neatly at the top of their wardrobe.
But, as Eddie flips over a page to reveal Steve naked in all his glory from years ago, lounging on his old plaid bedspread, he thinks they should leave it out on the coffee table like a goddamn trophy.
"Woof," Eddie says, running a wrinkled finger over the picture.
"Woof?" he frowns. "That's the best line you've got?"
"What?" Eddie asks, feigning innocence as he sets the photo album on his lap to best clutch his proverbial pearls, "You'd rather have me compose a filthy sonnet about your glorious chest? Your jawline? That ass? Your..."
He trails off to quickly flick back through the album.
"A-ha!" he soon exclaims, slapping his index finger to a polaroid that is nothing but a close-up of Steve's own very erect appendage.
Eddie wiggles his brows, stroking his finger over the picture.
"Calm down," Steve says, looking over the frames of his glasses in disapproval now.
They only manage to glare at each other for a second-long stand-off before Steve smirks.
They return to ogling their former selves, reminiscing about the fun and passionate times had. Their bodies might have changed. They might be less limber. Maybe even a lot more chaste these days...
But they love each other just as much as the first day.
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Day 15
“Tatsumi-senpai, have you ever kissed anyone?” Kaname asked, sitting across from the other boy in the catacombs. Everyone else had left for the night leaving the two of them alone.
“Why are you asking?” Tatsumi replied, confused as he moved one of his chess pieces on the board. Kaname didn’t know anything about how the game worked and was mostly just guessing at where the pieces moved.
“A-ah it’s nothing, I was just wondering…I haven’t kissed anyone.” Kaname could feel his face heating up. God this was embarrassing, why was he doing this?
“I haven’t kissed anyone either.” Their game of chess forgotten for the moment. Kaname’s face burned even hotter.
“Would you--would you like to try kissing?” He barely squeaked out. How was the great Kaname Tojou such a loser when it came to his crush? He should be confident and yet here he was.
“Can you repeat that, Kaname-san?” He loved the way his name sounded in Tatsumi’s voice. It made him want to die in the moment though.
“Can I--Can we try…kissing?” His voice was still soft but evidently loud enough for Tatsumi to hear if the slight blush on his face was evidence of anything. Tatsumi gently moved their chess board to the side and slid closer to Kaname. Kaname felt his heart rate pick up at the proximity as Tatsumi leaned in closer.
How was he supposed to kiss? He tried to remember the movies and how they did it, closing his eyes and letting Tatsumi guide him, his lips slightly parted. The moment Tatsumi’s lips touched his he thought he would fly, and evidently his mouth moved before he could think, as Tatsumi let out a yelp and brought a hand to his lips.
Kaname bit him. Oh how embarrassing! It wasn’t enough to draw blood but still!
“I’m so sorry Tatsumi-senpai! I didn’t mean to do that! Oh god--”
Tatsumi laughed. Kaname stopped in his tracks as Tatsumi continued laughing. He wasn’t laughing at Kaname, though, or at least not at Kaname as a person, but rather at his reaction to the whole thing.
“It’s okay, Kaname-san. We can try again if you’d like.”
“Y-yes I’d like that very much.”
They leaned in again and Kaname clenched his jaw to keep himself from biting Tatsumi again, but he got a little overeager again and felt their heads bump into each other and not where their lips were (which was where he was aiming for). Kaname curses under his breath but Tatsumi giggles again (a heavenly sound to Kaname’s ears) and cups his face before gently guiding him to Tatsumi’s lips.
Kaname was too in shock to do anything for a moment. He was kissing someone. And not just someone. He was kissing Tatsumi Kazehaya, heartthrob of Reimei Academy. He closed his eyes and relaxed, reaching to grab Tatsumi’s blazer and pull him closer. He felt their teeth clack together but it wasn’t as bad as their first attempt and for Kaname, that was enough.
They pulled away, panting heavily, and Kaname noticed that Tatsumi’s pupils had dilated. He wanted to pull Tatsumi in for another kiss but held himself back, at least for a moment.
“That wasn’t so bad,” Tatsumi spoke, breathless and full of affection.
“No, it wasn’t.” Kaname pulled Tatsumi back in for another kiss, narrowly avoiding bumping their heads together again. He could do this forever, just him and Tatsumi in the catacombs, kissing to their hearts content.
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