Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss.
It was getting late, the sun slowly settling over Seattle. The sky was a pretty peach color, but the air was freezing cold. Matteo’s hands were buried deep in the pockets of his jacket, his left arm linked with Jude’s as he led the way down the street. It had been his idea to take the other out for dinner, but as he looked over at the other – all red nose and pink cheeks thanks to the cold – he found himself slowing down his pace until he came to a stop. He’d chosen a path through the park, and they were almost knocked over by a woman jogging past them with her stroller because he was too hypnotized by Jude to notice her. His hand slipped out of his pocket, and his warm fingers gently brushed along the other’s cheek. His hand came to a rest on the man’s jaw, while his eyes were focused on Jude’s lips. He hardly noticed the silence that hung in the air between them, or the fact that Jude probably had no idea what was going on with him. But then Matteo leaned closer, inch by inch, until he could feel the other’s warm breath brushing over his skin. He hesitated then, wondering for a moment if Jude would be okay with this. But then he bridged the last distance left between them, his lips pressing gently against his. Matteo couldn’t remember the last time he kissed someone like this, completely sober and as gently and carefully as possible. As if he didn’t want to break Jude, or rather, as if he didn’t know what he would do if the other pushed him away.
Send 💙 for an accidental kiss.
It wasn’t really planned. It just happened. They hadn’t talked about what this thing between them was, or whether it was going anywhere, but when Matteo shrugged on his jacket and picked up his backpack he’d left by the door when he showed up at Jude’s place earlier, he leaned in for a goodbye kiss as if it was the most natural and normal thing in the world. The truth was, it wasn’t, and he only noticed his mistake a few long seconds after it happened. Shame washed over him, mixed with worry that he’d overstepped a line by accident. His eyes widened, breath catching in his throat, and he had a hard time even finding his voice once he was aware of what he had done. “Shit – sorry,” he quickly apologized, taking a step back to give Jude back his private space he just so easily invaded as if it was also his. “I didn’t – I just… fuck, I’m sorry.” Matteo had no clue what else to say. Nothing seemed appropriate. He felt uncomfortable in his own skin, his hand rubbing over the back of his neck before he reached for the door knob. “I’ll leave you alone now, I – I’m sorry.” He pulled the door open, and was quick to walk outside and pull it shut behind him. Matteo only stopped once he was outside, inhaling a deep breath as he leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes, and he wished he could make the past five minutes undone with a snap of his fingers.
Send 💘 for a kiss goodbye.
“Fuck.” When Matteo checked the time on his phone, he almost wished the ground would open up underneath him to swallow him whole. Or that he could just beam himself through the city. He was running late for work, because he hadn’t realized just how much time had already passed since the sun rose. Limbs tangled with Jude’s and the bed sheets, he sat up and tried to free himself from the fabric he’d been comfortably wrapped up in until a few seconds ago. “I really have to go. I’m fucking late.” He finally managed to slide out of bed, gathering his sweater and jeans from the ground. Pulling them on, he cursed underneath his breath for losing track of time like that. But it was simply so easy with the other. “I have to run but I’ll come back tonight, okay?” At the sight of the other still in bed, he froze in his movements for a moment, simply looking at Jude with a newfound softness in his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to call in sick and crawl back into bed with him, but he knew his patients needed him. Matteo moved back to the side of the bed, leaning down to be able to press a kiss to the other’s lips. He lingered a few seconds longer than necessary, simply because he couldn’t pull himself away. But then he did, running a hand through his hair as he straightened back up. “Bye,” he said gently, before moving out of the room. He stopped in the door frame once more, just to throw one last glance over his shoulder, then he left the apartment. And not even getting in trouble at work could wipe the smile off his face that day.
