Many Sentence Monday
Ever write a story with some OC's that you just utterly fall in love with? That's Ryo and Omar for me right now. I love these two damaged goofballs SO FUCKING MUCH. I cannot wait to share the whole of this story. But for today, you get a snippet.
Een Taal Aanleren (Language Lessons) is a spin off from Kanej Wensen, getting to know two more of the Dregs, Ryo and Omar. Just before this snippet that happens on the front stairs of the Slat, Ryo has confronted Omar about his romantic attractions.
“How long have you known?” He asked because even he himself wasn’t sure. From the moment Omar had seen him fighting for his life, he’d thought Ryo was attractive. When Brekker had essentially assigned him babysitting duty for the new recruit, he hadn’t minded the excuse to watch over him. Weeks of spending time together, working shifts, language lessons, drinking together after hours… It was a bit of a blur for Omar as to exactly when he’d started fantasizing about kissing Ryo. About how it might feel to run his hands over the other man’s creamy skin, or through his long, straight black hair. What it would be like to have those lustrous amber eyes focused on him with passion. What kinds of sounds he might make during sex. Whether he liked to cuddle afterwards. If he might want something more. Like a romantic relationship.
Ryo stopped, one stair up, and twirled gracefully. He pinned Omar to the spot directly in front of him with one raised eyebrow. “Ever since the night you saved me.”
It was the most absolute confidence Omar had ever heard Ryo speak Kerch with. As if there were no doubts in his mind about the timing. “I… uh…” He ran a hand up the back of his neck, utterly at a loss. Okay, yeah, maybe I am an idiot. Omar looked down, trying to find words or maybe even courage.
“Am I wrong?” That came with just a tad less confidence. And some curiosity.
“I… I don’t think you are. I think I might be a shǎ, though.”
“Omar?”
“Yeah?” He still hadn’t picked his head up, staring a hole into the stair besides Ryo’s feet instead.
“I have wanted since that night… to do this…”
Ryo’s hand came up, his fingers brushing like a whisper up Omar’s chin, lifting his head with the barest pressure. As the other man planted a feather light kiss on his lips, Omar froze. Then his toes curled in his boots, his brain shouted with glee, and he melted. He all but lunged forward to deepen the kiss. All coherent thoughts fled, driven forth by starvation. It had been entirely too long since he’d received affection like this. A kiss like this. Since he’d entertained anything besides his doomed crush, and quick flings just to get sex. He found his hands were now on either side of Ryo’s waist, with no recollection of putting them there. All Omar wanted was more. More of Ryo’s firm lips on his. Ryo’s clever tongue in his mouth. More of Ryo’s skin under his fingertips. Santos, he’s a good kisser. The other man’s hand moved to the nape of Omar’s neck, and their continued kiss had every last bit of his attention.
Which would be why Anika got the drop on them. “You two might want to take that inside. I could have robbed both of you blind.”
Grinning like a fool, Ryo pulled back first, while Omar blinked, dropped his hands, and felt his face go hot. “I knew you were there, boss,” the Shu man asserted.
“Yeah, sure, Ryo. You’re lucky it wasn’t Brekker who caught you. Get yer asses to a fucking room or something, Saints alive.”
Omar managed, “Sure, boss.” Anika snickered as she brushed by them to head inside the Slat. The blond lieutenant and Pim shared one of the nicest rooms on the second floor. The fact that she’d caught them making out wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as the part where Omar hadn’t noticed someone approaching from behind. It was dangerous to let your guard down like that in the Barrel. Even in your own turf, on the stairs to your gang’s main house. If it had been Brekker who’d come up behind them, he would have either robbed them or smacked them with his cane. Or both. “We… we ought to go inside…”
Slyly, Ryo ran his hand down Omar's neck to grab the lapel of his waistcoat. “Your room or mine?”
Eyes wide, Omar stammered, “I… uh… My bed’s bigger.”
The smile that answered him was kin to the panther that had stalked him before. It had pounced now, happy with its captured prey. “The deal is done.”
“Um. It’s usually ‘the deal is the deal’.”
“That too.”
Santos, what have I gotten myself into? Omar thought as he followed the confidant and graceful Shu man into the Slat, and towards whatever was about to happen.
