♉ FOR MY CHARACTER'S REACTION TO SUDDENLY BEING KISSED BY YOURS
For days Drayven has been coming to this same spot, sitting with his back against a great white oak that has very obviously seen and felt better days. It calmed Dray, the chipping bark and the roots that he could feel vibrate far beneath the ground. But that wasn’t the reason he found himself sitting there each day.
He has the perfect view of an unmarked building across the street. He watches the people inside, busy yet sluggish, some of them laugh a little too much and others yell―but there’s one. One male that sits and observes mostly, much like Dray finds himself doing. On the first day when he catches the dark haired male’s smile through the glass he finds himself matching it. It’s enough to draw him back to same place for a second day, then a day after that.
He figures out that it’s some sort of high tension business, he sees it in all the tensed shoulders that pass by the windows and the stacks of folders handed off. Often he would wonder why anyone would go through that kind of stress on a day to day basis, eye bags growing darker on the older man that he sees pacing and giving orders to the others. That’s when he gets caught off guard. When his gaze trails back to the familiar boy he’s been watching he’s met with a rather confused look. Shit.
He’s embarrassed, of course. How long has the stranger been watching him watch them? The smile doesn’t go unnoticed and in fact it has Dray’s lips curving upwards at the ends when he looks down. A few seconds later and he looks up only to find the other immersed in their work again. So he stays. Enjoying the day and the sunshine until he’s rested enough and returns home.
The next few days are the same. Glances and smiles exchanged with each other. Flirting eventually comes into play in the form of scribbled notes held up on paper and they both seem sad each day when they have to part. And then today―today his dark haired friend was no where in sight, not for hours. Dray decided to leave early, packing up his phone and notepad in his shoulder bag and starts into the city. He’s walking down beside the same unmarked building when he catches a glimpse of someone walking his way. Keep your head down. Walk straight. Don’t speak. Things he’s rehearsed endlessly before.
But the steps stop and suddenly he’s grabbed, pushed against the cool concrete wall and he’s being kissed. Eyes wide and coming in to focus on a familiar shade of brown hair, lips that he thought about tracing his fingers over in fleeting thoughts days before. It was him. And by all means he should push this guy away, run and not ever come back but the strap of his bag slips from his shoulder and he grips onto a fresh ironed suit jacket. Eager and willing, Drayven kisses him back and positively melts against this person. When they disconnect there’s panting and grabbing hands and Dray has always wandered what it was like inside that building. When they walk through the side door he finds out. It’s cold and especially loud. But all is quiet in the closet they choose to slip into and suddenly… it’s all heat and hushed whimpers.
