My first commission piece!!
The requester would like to remain anonymous but I want them to know that I’m really glad I got to write and create something for them!!
Content- Fluff, only one bed trope, sfw, mlm, aroace spectrum n some other stuff idk
The two men sighed in unison as the snow fell slowly, drifting across the stone ground like waves of calmness. For anyone else that is, Elgar and Issac have both been travelling since early morning, determined to get to their destination. A destination that holds something they aren’t even sure exists.
Issac’s gloved hand rests above his eyes as he surveys the old building. It’s not the worst place the two have taken refuge in for a night but it certainly isn’t the best. At least they would be able to escape the bitter cold for a night.
The door was almost frozen shut, reminding the two of how low quality this establishment must be. After opening it with some essential force the both of them freeze. They’re met with a vibrant, loud, lively building. Some seeking dinner, others just needing a chat. It would’ve been sweet if the room wasn’t so small. Everyone was squished together, personal space being thrown out the window but for some reason none of them seemed to mind. “My god..” Elgar muttered.
A woman swiftly approached the two, a worker they assumed. If life actually gave them a break the kind seeming lady wouldn’t be sporting a saddened expression. “Im sorry we only have one room left..” the lady trailed off as she looked towards the staircase that was in surprisingly good condition.
“It’s just a one bed room but I assume that will be fine for the two of you!” The lady’s natural cheerful exterior returned before she began walking. Elgar sighed once again as he gestured to the woman, a silent way of asking Issac if it was worth it, really just seeking permission for the soon to come rest. Issac nodded and thus the two began their short but seemingly long walk to their designated room.
The lady quickly disappeared once she had shown the men their room, they didn’t take it to heart, it looked like it was quite a busy night.
Elgar let out a quiet groan as he settled on the twin sized bed, preparing for the cold night ahead. He would never admit this but the man was glad Issac had accompanied him, though to everyone else it was quite obvious that the two had a deeper relationship than what they let on.
After placing his belongings to the side (unlike Elgar) Issac slowly sat down on the bed, his weight bringing the mattress down, causing the men to be even closer than before.
The wind could still be heard through the weak window that looked like it could break at any given moment, the snow slightly seeping in and transforming to water. Elgar rolled his eyes as he shuffled around, not wanting to admit that his ‘daughter’ was right and that he should’ve brought more weather appropriate gear.
It seemed like Elgar wasn’t the only one suffering from his decision though. The older man could feel Issac’s light shivers through the vibrations of the mattress. He desperately wished he could ignore the guilt building in his chest but Elgar was a kind soul.
After rolling over to face Issac Elgar gave him a brief glance, admiring the markings on his face that were less noticeable in the growing darkness of the room. He shuffled around slightly before letting out a small breath and whispering “Just come over here..” softly into the night.
Anyone else would’ve thought that his words hadn’t gotten through to Issac or that the man would’ve been asleep but Elgar knew him better than anyone. The slight twitch in his arms to show his surprise and the almost unnoticeable red tint to his skin.
After another long moment of silence, Elgar holding his breath as he kept his eyes locked into the back of Issac’s head, the younger boy finally rolled over. The two men simply started at eachother for another few moments of silence. Admiring the others facial features, the way the soft moonlight hit their skin and their hair, more messy than usual splayed across the pillow.
Not even a second later they were in each other’s arms, Issac’s head resting lightly against Elgars neck and his hand landed upon the younger man’s head, lightly stroking his hair. Issac had secured his arms tightly, but not suffocatingly around Elgars torso. Their love wasn’t conventional, they didn’t express much psychical affection and didn’t claim any labels for their relationship but they both knew that this, the love they felt for eachother, transcended the barriers of both romantic and platonic love. That’s what made them so special.
Eventually their breathing evened out that the two men slowly fell into a deep yet warm slumber, tangled in each other’s arms, knowing that they could safely trust one another and relax away from society’s judgment.