70. Starting With A Kiss Meant To Be Gentle, Ending Up In Passion
“You didn’t have to walk me home,” Castor snorts. “But I appreciate it.”
Uri blushes and kicks at the dirt. He didn’t want to admit that he only offered in order to spend more time with Castor. It would give him away, and he still had some of his pride. He didn’t want to give that up just yet.
Castor smiles when he sees Uri’s blush and checks his shoulder gently. He jerks his head towards the street corner they almost passed. He sees Uri bluster, the blush deepen; but he follows Castor dutifully. Embarrassed, Uri retreats into his shoulders; hands balling into fists at his sides. Castor huffs at the sight, and gently takes Uri’s wrist.
Uri startles at the movement, releasing his hands, allowing Castor to slide their fingers together. Uri looks at him and Castor smiles.
“I don’t want to lose you there, soldier,” Castor teases, and Uri bites back an embarrassing high-pitched poor excuse for a giggle. He nods stiffly and then focuses on the sidewalk in front of him. Castor is warm beside him; his presence comforting, despite simultaneously sending Uri’s heart into a frenzy. Castor tugs on his hand, and Uri turns to him. He’s smiling; the look on Castor’s face is soft and affectionate.
Uri is overcome with the urge to kiss him. The feeling is familiar now, because of how often it’s there, waiting, just under the surface of Uri’s thoughts. He leans in but, unaware, Castor jerks his head towards the six story building to Uri’s right. The movement startles Uri, throws him off balance, and he nearly stumbles into Castor. Thankfully, Castor’s too busy tugging him towards the steps to notice.
Castor stops at the door. He pulls his keys out of his pocket, fiddling with it. Castor worries at the inside of his cheek before he turns to Uri, eyes bright and affectionate.
“So um, this is me,” he shrugs, suddenly feeling the tiniest bit shy.
Uri nods. He finds himself fiddling with Castor’s fingers, then realizing his hand is still in his. It surprises him, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he stares at their joined hands, an expression of wonder on his face.
Castor catches the look and his heart squeezes at the look on Uri’s face. It’s enough so that when Uri looks up to face Castor, he leans in and slots his mouth over Uri’s.
The kiss is gentle, slow, and languid; until it isn’t.
Uri presses forward, grabbing and pulling at Castor’s shirt and jacket. His mouth is just as greedy as his hands, and he takes kiss after kiss from Castor; which he’s only happy to return. Castor’s hands wind around to the small of Uri’s back, wandering lower after a moment to take two handfuls of Uri’s ass.
Uri groans and breaks the kiss. He searches Castor’s smug face, before he growls and pins Castor to front door, slotting his mouth back on Castor’s. Uri nips at Castor’s bottom lip, and Castor stifles a groan in the back of his throat before he opens his mouth for Uri. From there, the kiss turns filthy; all teeth and tongue and muffled sounds; wandering hands grabbing and groping.
Castor pulls back, head thumping against the door, chest heaving. Then he says one word that makes Uri’s heart soar and his knees go weak.
They stumble through the front door and up the five flights of stairs, stopping every so often to pin the other to the wall. The trek to the twins’ apartment is fraught with close calls. Castor, giddy and giggling has to shush Uri every so often, whenever a low moan rips out of his throat.
They finally make it, apartment 5C, and Uri finds himself pinned against the front door, Castor mouthing at his neck and grinding shamelessly against his ass, while he fumbles for the right key. Uri’s eyes slide shut and he grinds back. Uri bites back a moan, stifling it in the back of his throat; his head full of the fantasies of Castor he’d stored and the odd ‘it’s about time’ and ‘fucking finally’. He’s far too busy indulging to notice when Castor gets the lock open and Uri stumbles through the door.
Uri lifts his head to see a wide-eyed Calliope on the sofa, curled up on someone’s lap. There’s the din of the TV in the background.
“Vis,” Castor greets behind him. His voice is even. “Cal. Hey.”
“Hey,” Calliope returns, just as even, but her tone is betrayed by a smile. Vis waves at them, smiling too, but his looks almost long-suffering.
Uri’s jaw goes slack, cursing his shit luck for the umpteenth time. Meanwhile, Castor quickly locks the door behind him, slips off his shoes, has Uri do the same, flees the awkwardness, and ushers Uri to his room; Uri too shellshocked and sexually frustrated to notice until Castor closes the bedroom door.
“So um,” Castor stammers, awkwardly, “That ruined the mood.”
Uri nods weakly. Then he shakes his head, coming to his senses. “Yeah um, wait I- I should go-”
Castor blinks and waves his hands. “It’s late, Uri,” he says, nodding towards the clock on his nightstand. “Sleep over, will you?”
Uri considers this, glaring at the floor, and, blushing, holding his forearm for comfort. He nods.
He hears Castor sigh. It sounds relieved. Uri looks up at him, and the soft, almost shy smile on Castor’s face renews his confidence.
“So,” Uri drawls, “just sleeping?”
Castor snorts. He steps towards Uri and Uri’s heartbeat stutters, but he stills. Castor drags his hands up his arms and Uri feels a shudder run down his spine. Castor leans in close. “If I had my way,” he whispers, “we’d be up all night.”
Uri swallows an eager, embarrassing sound.
“But,” Castor sighs, pulling back, “yeah, just sleeping,” he shrugs, “It’s the rules. The apartment has thin walls.”
Uri’s shoulders sag. He wants to bargain for a work around, but he also wanted Calliope to like him. He’s at an impasse so he gives in and nods.
Castor beams and leans in to kiss Uri’s nose. “You’re the best,” he murmurs, grinning. “I’ll find you something to sleep in.”
While Castor rummages in his dresser, Uri prepares himself for a few sleepless hours seething in frustration, cursing the heavens and his own shit luck under his breath.
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