Hunter was guiding the kiss and deepening it where he deemed possible to give into his desire. He couldn’t pretend that he didn’t want to be making out with the beautiful man in front of him. The other knew he was attracted to him from both being his teammate and over some drinks. Attraction was a simple desire to give into. The other telling him that he wanted to make whole was entirely new to him because he was so use to past people picking him up and then leaving. Hunter’s face pressed into the warm palm cupping his cheek and making him feel oh-so alive. His eyes didn’t stray away from the chocolate coloured ones that were staring right back his. “Whatever you do - just please don’t break me. I don’t know if I can handle that all over again.” Hunter was seeing people on a more mutual terms at the moment due to his past couple of relationships either breaking apart due to them finding someone else or due to pure toxicity. Hunter constantly felt like he wasn’t good enough for someone to want to keep him around. Having people that he loved walk out of him hurt more than he knew how to explain into words. He’d act like he didn’t care but it was all a facade. It tore away at his heart every single time. Luciano’s breath hitched as Hunter’s hands went exploring underneath the back of his shirt. Something told him that he was the first permission to be touching him in that specific area. Hunter was mature enough to realise that the other seemed to have slightly raised skin there. That didn’t stop his hands from roaming over the skin there as he pressed him in against him. “No, I like being impatient. I don’t like waiting. I’m somebody that wants to live in the moment.” Luciano and Hunter seemed to be opposites there. Hunter didn’t want to change all his ways. Hunter listened as the other male explained to him that he felt like he was flawed and imperfect. “Flawed and imperfect? Are we seeing the same thing?” He could see the scars scattered over the others upper arms and collarbone and he knew they were probably over the others back too. His hands gently traced over the scar on Luciano’s arms before he leaned down to kiss over it. “Your body tells me a story and you wouldn’t be the same person that you are without all of it.” Hunter’s head pressed back against the mirror behind him as the other kissed over his jaw and then his collarbones. His hand cupped around the back of the others head to keep him close. “Make me feel better then.”
Luciano felt his arms wrap around Hunter’s neck as he felt the other brunette guide their lips together syncing them in seemingly perfect tandem. A first of many first kisses he shared that night. He was new to all of this, but he felt comfortable, at ease, and wanted. Zeppelin had stood in the shadows for far too long watching, studying, the way his teammate was, the way he gave with an open heart and had fell time and time again when that open heart was cracked open bit by bit. He couldn’t bare to watch Hunter ache any longer. Not when he himself could be the one that could piece him back, and be the glue, tape, and saran wrap to hold all of those broken parts in place. Feeling the face place into his palm his felt the heat radiate between the both of them. “I’m not here to cause you harm. I want to save you.” Luciano whispered as he searched the orbs that looked into his. “Let go Hunter, fall, we’re teammates, I’m your co captain, I got you. Trust me baby and I’ll be your safety net.” Maybe it was his major speaking, maybe it wasn’t, maybe it was the course that over time Zeppelin had developed foreign feelings that he forbidden himself to feel because this wasn’t who he was meant to like, but it felt right. Against all the judgement he thought he would get from liking the same gender, it felt right. Even his mum told him it was okay to like the guy in front of him and even the guy that was his partner from being a fire fighter back home. She awarded him a gift, her blessing, so what was the need of sheltering himself behind closed doors anymore? There was none. As his hands wondered the others exposed back and their lips latched onto one another’s he closed his eyes as his the tears escaped. He wasn’t sad. He felt appreciated, especially when he felt the scars that were branded into him from both his father and the fire being admired. “H-Hunter, I’m gay.” He muttered against the others lips confessing what he believed was his dark secret. “Don’t be patient then, take, take what you want.” He remarked as he wiped his eyes looking at the shorter brunette. “I-I well I look in the mir..” Luciano trailed off before he felt Hunter lean down pressing his lips to his scar on his arm. His stomach gaining the flutters of the butterflies. Listening to the words that fell from the others mouth he felt worshiped in a sense and felt his lips attack the skin they sought after. “Come on. Lets’ ditch this carnival. I want to be alone with just us.” He spoke as he pulled away grabbing their discarded shirts tossing them over his shoulder as he held out his hand.
