zayne's thumb hovers over your name on the screen. he wants to call you, but he's hesitating for a few reasons. it's late, you're probably already asleep, and both of you have just started going out exclusively and seriously. he's not sure if you've reached the stage of your relationship where he can call you in the middle of the night without it being a burden. but he's feeling restless from his shift at the hospital. there's a small sense of comfort that you can bring him just by talking to him, even if it's just for a few minutes.
he presses down on the screen. the line starts to ring. his heart is beating quickly, and he feels guiltier as each ring finishes. he's about to hang up and just leave it be when your voice comes through from the other end, croaky and thick with sleep.
"zayne? hello?"
"sorry," he mutters. "did i wake you?"
"well, yes," you chuckle. "it's almost two in the morning. what's wrong?"
"forget it," he says quickly. "sorry to disturb you. go back to sleep."
"no, it's okay. i'm awake now anyway. what's up?"
silence. zayne is thinking of what to say.
"i just... wanted to hear your voice."
you pause for a moment.
"like... like this?"
he smiles to himself. "yes. just like this."
"tough shift at the hospital?"
"yes."
"well, i'm glad you called me."
"you are?"
"sure. it's nice to know that i'm the first person you thought to call."
his smile grows wider. his shoulders feel lighter, his chest feeling less tight. "thank you," he whispers. "i'll let you go back to sleep."
"are you sure? i don't mind staying on the line a little longer."
“I still can't believe that you managed to lose your voice too,” you comment, pressing a soft peck to Zayne's burning forehead as you wrap the duvet tighter around your tangled bodies. You frown upon realising that his temperature hasn't faltered since you last checked it, hoping the medicine he's taken will take effect soon.
“I love you, you know that, right?” he whispers fondly, his voice barely audible over the dulcet pitter-patter of the rain falling outside your window. His eyes are soft at the edges as he peers at you, the area around his nose tinted a bright red from the number of times he's abused it with the tissues that now lay in a pile next to him. Yet, even in this disheveled state, you almost want to groan at how beautiful Zayne looks.
As if saying it once isn't enough, Zayne's hands reach under the duvet aimlessly until they find yours, interlocking your fingers together as he brings them up to his lips. He presses a delicate kiss to each of your knuckles before mumbling, “I love you so, so much.”
The sensation of his lips brushing against your fingers sends jolts through your chest, your heart warming at how gentle he is with you even after all this time.
“I love you too, but please stop talking because it's not going to make your voice any better,” you scold, taking notice of the growing scratchiness evident in his voice. The irony of having to lecture a doctor about taking care of himself isn't lost on you, but Zayne doesn't seem particularly inclined to listen.
“If you think me losing my voice is somehow going to stop me from saying how much I love you, you're wrong.”
Now playing: Elvis Presley - Can't Help Falling in Love
Sylus' hands were a gentle weight on your waist, comforting, grounding.
The apartment was quiet, engulfed in the tender peacefulness of night. Dinner was done and eaten. The dishes done and in the cabinets. Shower taken and comfortable clothes on.
And Sylus' body was warm against yours.
From the corner of the kitchen came the mellow sound of deep vocals, wrapped in piano notes and accompanied by percussion instruments. It came from your little speaker, not from his vintage, perfectly kept gramophones but it served its purpose.
Slowly, you swayed to the rhythm of the song, from side to side, with your head nestled right against his chest.
Your weary bones rested right onto his, seeking the comfort and support you knew he'd always, always offer.
The day weighed upon your shoulders but right there and then, nothing mattered but the warmth of Sylus' body and the song you swayed to.
You opened your mouth to sing along with it. Sylus pressed a kiss to the top of your head, with a breathy little chuckle.
Suddenly, you were aware of another presence, another set of eyes on you.
Zayne leaned on the doorframe, hair damp from the shower and unstyled, wearing the cozy pajamas you'd gifted him a while ago. And the gentlest smile graced his lips, the most tender look curved his eyes as he gazed upon the two of you; Sylus and you.
You kept swaying and singing, reaching out a hand towards your hazel eyed lover. A quiet chuckle escaped him but he stepped into the kitchen.
Sylus allowed you to turn in his hands, back pressed to his chest, his strong arms circling your waist. And Zayne's face came right into your outstretched hands, fitting right between your palms. He nuzzled his nose against yours as you sang of how somethings are just meant to be.
Sylus slotted his chin on the curve of your shoulder with a sigh. Not of boredom, not of exasperation but of pure love, overwhelming affection. Like his body was expelling all and any remaining tension now that both his lovers were in his presence.
Zayne started swaying to the song with the two of you. You saw his hands move by the corner of your eye, resting on Sylus' arms. You heard the movement, the rustle of fabric under bare skin as he ran his fingers up and down their extent.
Sylus smiled against your shoulder.
And you stood right there, the three of you, slowly swaying to the mellow rhythm of the song, in concord with the lyrics. Until the song changed and the lyrics shifted but you made no motion to move. Zayne's hands kept trailing up and down Sylus’ arms, in that same gentle cadence, while you hummed along to another song, forehead resting against his.
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---- our pov ----
It’s finally time for my daily check-up with Zayne! I hope this week hasn’t been as busy for him compared to last week. He was so exhausted that when he got home, he face-timed me and then completely passed out.
I chuckle at the remembrance of that night.
I checked the time on my hunter's watch. And luckily I got time to get there.
I stepped out of my apartment, taking a turn to take the elevator down the hallway. I press the button to go down and watch as the level goes down one by one until it finally reached the lobby.
I stepped out the door and out the apartment complex. Walked down some stairs and towards the station to catch the train. The train arrives shortly after I got there, and the doors were holding everyone up since they were opening slowly. After taking a seat, I scroll on my phone and noticed an article about a private gallery known as ‘Mo Art Studio’ on an island in Whitesand Bay. Filled with artworks of the ocean all which were painted by artist Rafayel, who resides in this art studio a floor above. An image of him shows up next to Whitesand Bay. Hes a pretty tall guy with purple hair, blue with a hint of red in his eyes, wearing a white button up shirt and some black slacks. As I look over this guy’s info, I remember of a man with his sardonic and gentle voice say,
“The fish is gonna slip away you know?”
He reaches over and swiftly catches a fish. Looking back at me with a contempt look when he caught the fish. He blurs away as I look closer at his image on this article. He seemed familiar and I wanted to check more but a notification for ‘Kitty Cards’ popped up. And what’s more is that the cats in the game are so cute, I couldn’t resist the cat popping up at the top of my phone. So I tapped away smiling and played ‘Kitty Cards’ on the train for the next few minutes till my arrival to the hospital.
A couple minutes flew by and the train called out an arrival..
‘Arriving at _____ station’
Here’s my stop..
I get up as the train slows down. I put my cellphone in my bag and step off the train and walk up and out towards the infamous ‘Akso Hospital’.
Where Zayne works as a cardiac surgeon.
I still can’t really believe that I met Zayne again after all these years and even more now that he’s my primary physician. It’s nice to have atleast one familiar face here in Linkon City. I subtly smile as I enter through the hospital's doors.
The lady in the front looks up from the receptionist's desk and greets me as I walk closer to the desk.
“Hello, welcome to Akso Hospital, Your name and appointment time please?”
She clicks on her mouse as I begin to say my name and the time of the appointment. The keys clacking as she typed in my name and putting in the appointment time. She looks back at me and says,
“Please have a seat in the waiting area, I’ll let you know when Dr. Zayne is ready to see you.”
She smiles and motions her hand over to where the waiting area was, filled with chairs and screens above showing off the hospital’s heart cases. Along with a slideshow, showing most of the specialized doctors in this field including the chief cardiac surgeon.
I sit down and stare at the screen patiently waiting for one specific person to show up. My heart thumps louder as I look at how his black hair sits against his paleish skin, along with his black tie under his white lab coat and his glasses on top of his green eyes.
That person being the chief cardiac surgeon.
“I told them they didn’t need to put me up there, its of no use to them if the picture doesn’t save anyone.”
I heard him. His calm and deep voice ringing deep into my ears. I turned my body to the right. His green eyes meeting right with mines, he's sitting right next to me smiling slightly I think.
“Oh! Dr. Zayne!”
I smile at him. He pauses and stops smiling. He turns away and gets up with the clipboard he brought. I noticed his ears turned red
I look at him as he turns back to face me. His face turning all serious and back to his usual monotone voice.
I thought he was a bit happier today but I guess not.
“If you could please follow me to the office, I have to urgently check in with you about this matter now.”
He looks over with his eyes, before he turns back and continues walking.
He walks away as I get up, following in pursuit. What could Zayne possibly want to talk about? Could it be about my heart.. Is something wrong?
We enter Zayne’s office.
The lights were off when I entered.
Leaving only the lamp on his desk as the only source of light, along with the sunlight outside. I heard the click of the door lock. It must be really urgent if he wants no one in here.
I look down at my hands and place them at my heart. Wondering what possible bad news it could be that he was hurrying us in here.
I hear a long sigh next to me, along with his shoes tapping lightly as he walks towards me.
I lifted my face back up to him slowly. Already bearing for the worst.
“Zayne.. is there something wronmmph?!"
I blinked and next thing you know i'm against the wall.
He kisses me. His tongue swirling with mines, pressing his mouth closer to mine’s, moving his other hand near my ear and cupping my face to make his kiss deeper. His eyes are closed as I opened my eyes again.
“W-wait zayne..”
I gasp out, breathing hastily because I was running out of breath. Placing my hands on his chest, pushing him away a little to give me space to breathe. He opens his eyes staring at me with those green eyes of his and then down to my lips. He takes a step closer and places his thumb on my bottom lip and fondled it.
“I can’t?”
His breath shaking because of how close and deep his kisses were being done. He tugs my bottom lip down a bit.
He breathes out.
“Please.. Just today..” He looks at my lips in desperation and then places his gaze back on me. He lifts my chin up with his hand.
Placing small kisses on the corner of my lips before actually kissing me, closing his eyes. He places his hands around my waist and pulls me even more closer to him. Making this much intimate than before.
He places his forehead on mines.
“I haven’t seen you... or even touch you this whole week”
He breathes out still trying to catch his breath.
He locks eye contact with me. I put my hand up and caress his cheek. He lays his head on my hand and closes his eyes. His ears were turning redder by the second.
“Mmm.. this feels so nice..”
The coldness of his hand presses onto mine.
“I can't take it anymore..”
He pulls me in and embraces me. My head is placed close to Zayne’s chest hearing the fast pace of his heartbeat. I subtly smile. I’m the one making him feel like this. He whispers above me. His deep and calm voice echoed in my ears.
“I’m so used to seeing you all the time.. so why didn’t you come last week? You weren't answering your texts or calls.. I really thought you finally got tired of me not showing the same attention as you were giving me"
I looked up at him. His black hair loomed down on me, no longer slick back anymore.
He looks so sad. I feel so bad that I didn;t answer but..
“I was occupied with so many wanderers and when I’d get home I’d have to deal with another alert. I'm so sorry I made you felt that you were being neglected Zayne... I really do cherish you and i'll try to respond on my breaks more"
I gave him a reassuring smile. His green eyes lock with my glossy eyes. He sighs in relief.
“You’re just as busy as I am but I always make sure to respond when I can unlike you" He says in a cold tone. Before i could respond he says
“But, now that we’re all alone... there is so much I can do to you for the lost time”
He looks at me with so much longing and lust.
He leans his face closer to mine. I cover his mouth.
“ButZayneyou still haveotherpatientsAndineedtogotoworksoon”
I fluster out feeling the room getting warmer.
He locks eye contact with me, having one of his eyebrows raised. He removes my hands off his mouth, he smirked.
“Zayne are you listening to me..?”
I feel the warmth in my cheeks as he pushes me back on the wall.
Still pressed against the wall by Zayne. He leans down and leaves soft kisses on neck, pulling me in by the waist. Leaving little nibbles along my ears and down my neck. His warm breath caresses my ears as he speaks.
“How will i know about listening if you alway find a way to ignore my conversations with you”
He gives a subtle smirk when he comes back to looking at me.
“But that was only one time Zayne.”
"More than one time actually.. especially since i am your doctor"
He says as he pushes his lips on mines. His kiss was deep and desperate, not allowing for any of us to breathe.
Becoming almost unbearable.
"if i had known you would ignore me for a week I would've done this so you wouldn't leave me again.."
He sloppily mentions as he continues to kiss me. I felt his hand slip under my shirt going up and under my bra to grasp my breast. I felt his fingers pinch and play on my nipple, going in a circular motion.
He lets go of the kiss to go my neck and leave soft kisses and marks. A gasp escapes my lips as his other hand does the same. And he was about to lift up my shirt when..
A knock is heard on the door.
We abruptly stop.
My shirt midway off.
Both of us messy, breathing heavily, and his lips left with kiss marks
“Dr. Zayne, there is another patient who needs to talk to you”
His eyebrows twitch. He grumbles under his breath and put a hand on his mouth.
Thinking.
I let out a small laugh because i've never seen zayne so troubled on something before. He looks back at me and kisses me one more time. But then he kisses me again. I pushed him off again to stop.
I talk sense into Zayne and he then cleans himself up. Doing his hair with the extra hygienic things he had in his drawer. He made it seem as if nothing had happened.
"I'll call you. And this time please pick up in a quicker manner"
He sits down at his desk pulling out a folder.
"I will make it up for you in tonight Zayne! I will make cake for you. And you better be there directly after work" I point at him and he chuckles.
"Yes I will be there, now please leave my office before I act on even more things I dont mean to"
He turns his head away to look at his laptop.
I noticed a pink flush on his ears again and I smile.
"I'll be taking my leave now then Dr. Zayne"
I start to walk out but before i turn I see Zayne give me a smile.
"See you later "
My heart beated a bit faster.
I waved back bye and rushed out.
Ah now I gotta see which cake Zayne likes and make it..
I go down to the station and scroll on easy cake recipes to do.
“Ugh, I’m so sore,” you groan, massaging the muscles in your thighs. You stretch your legs out on the bed and wiggle your toes. It feels good to be freshly showered and in your pajamas after a long day of learning (and failing) to ski.”I’m so jealous,” you call to Zayne, pouting slightly. “You looked so graceful going down the slopes. I felt like a newborn deer trying to use its legs for the first time.”
“It takes practice,” he chuckles in reply. He’s on the other side of the hotel room, sipping the hot chocolate he had ordered through room service. “And it’s your first time down the slopes, don't be too hard on yourself. Get over here. Your hot chocolate is getting cold.”
You sigh and rise from the bed, and pad over to the small table where your drinks are. You sit down across from him and he slides the mug over to you. Zayne is dressed in his own set of pajamas – you smile to yourself, pleased he had brought them with him on this trip. You had bought them for him on his birthday – they have drawings of cartoon snowmen all over them, and most of them were smiling, but some of them had little frowns. They reminded you of him.
“Your classmates are really nice,” you comment, lifting the mug to your lips. “Thank you for taking me on your class trip with you.”
“They think you’re wonderful,” he murmurs over the rim of his mug. “And rightfully so. But get your rest tonight, because we have another full day of skiing tomorrow.”
You groan again, and he responds with another chuckle. You take a sip of the hot chocolate, but it tastes funny to you. Something’s a little off. You lower the mug, and frown at it.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, his own brow furrowing. He leans over, looking at your mug expectantly.
You look at the receipt on the tray that had come with the order. “Oh my god, Zayne,” you breathe, your eyes scanning the little piece of paper. You take another sip of the drink to be sure. “You ordered spiked hot chocolates.” You drink again, then nod. “Yup, there’s definitely some rum in there.”
He immediately places his mug onto the table. It’s almost empty. A red flush spreads across his cheeks. “It’s fine,” he says, but the waver in his voice betrays him. “I’ll–I’ll just have an early night.” He reaches over to the mini fridge from where he’s sitting and takes a bottle of water from it. He twists the cap off hurriedly and downs the entire thing. He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. “There. Hydrated. I should be fine,” he repeats.
—
“Mmm, Zayne,” you gasp, as his lips break away from yours. “Baby, slow down. You’re about to eat me alive.”
Zayne stares at you, his pupils dilated, his breathing heavy. His lips are glistening and parted, looking like they’re ready for another kiss. “What if I want to?” he breathes, his voice low. “Would you let me?”
You return his stare, transfixed. Your boyfriend, Zayne, was as innocent as they come when you first met him. You were his first kiss, and even though he is an amazing kisser, you credited yourself for teaching him everything he now knows. You are also his first girlfriend, and you respected that he held back his desires, knowing he hasn’t had his first sexual experience yet. He had asked you several times if you had minded, and you had always told him that you’d be ready when he was ready. In all the months you’ve been dating him, this is the first time he’s ever looked at you in that way. Ravenous. Like he wants to devour you. Something stirs in the pit of your stomach, and you feel your heart beat even faster.
“I think that’s the rum talking,” you whisper, reaching up to caress his cheek.
He huffs in response, then leans down and braces himself against the bed, just hovering over you. His lips meet the skin on your neck, his teeth just grazing over it. He continues to pepper kisses into your neck, going from your jaw, down to your clavicle. You gasp as he pulls down the collar of your pajama top, his kisses making their way down to your chest.
You grab him by his cheeks and hold his face away from you. He stares at you again through glazed eyes.
“Zayne,” you try to say as firmly as you can, but your own resolve is faltering. “You’re drunk. You’re not in the right frame of mind.”
He bucks his hips slowly into yours, and you gasp again, feeling his bulge nudge into you. “I know what I want,” he murmurs, the slur in his voice disappearing momentarily. He leans over the edge of the bed and into his overnight bag, and produces a bottle of lubricant and a box of condoms. Your eyes flick back and forth between his face and the contents of his hands. He smirks at you as he straddles you. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like you to be my teacher,” he says, leaning down again. “Like I was your teacher on the slopes today.”
You swallow, and steady your breathing before you reply. “Okay,” you tell him. “I see you came prepared. We can give it a try.”
With that, he goes in for another kiss – hot, heavy breaths are exchanged between you, as his hands start to wander around your body. His fingers begin to undo the buttons on your pajama top, and you do the same to his.
“Tell me what to do,” he breathes between kisses. “I need you to tell me.”
“Clothes off,” you instruct, desperate to feel his skin against yours. “Everything off.”
You tear his top off of him and toss it over the edge of the bed. He’s already grinding down into you, unable to stop his hips from moving. His hands work swiftly to remove your top, and he tosses it over his shoulder. He looks down at you, eyes wide, panting. Your hands are on his bare chest, fingers, flittering over his muscles.
“What?” you ask, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze.
“You’re… so beautiful,” he mutters, before going in for more kissing. He groans against your lips and it devolves into an almost-whine. “I need you. I need you right now.”
“Check if I’m wet,” you tell him, going back to instructor mode. “You have to make sure that I’m ready for you.”
“How?” he asks earnestly. The desperation in his voice makes you want him even more.
You take his hand and guide his fingers down into your pajama bottoms. You’re not wearing any underwear, so you direct his fingers straight to your entrance. You slide them up and down your slit, covering them in your slick.
“Feel that?” you whisper, continuing in your motions. He nods in reply. “Now take your middle finger and just slide it in me.”
The squelching you hear is almost obscene, and you gasp as he inserts his finger into you. You clench around him, and he groans again, his hand instantly covered in your juices.
“That means I’m ready,” you continue, bucking your hips up. “Now take my pants off.”
He does as he’s told and peels them off of you. He looks down again at you, now completely naked, his own pants tenting.
You lock eyes with him. “Are you ready?” He nods. “Take your pants off.”
He obeys, and soon you’re face to face with his erection, precum dribbling out of his pink tip. You gently grasp it and he whines, his entire body shuddering.
“I’ll help you put this on,” you tell him, reaching for the condoms. You tear the box open, and then rip a packet open. You slide it down onto him, and his entire body reacts, shuddering involuntarily.
“Fuck,” he gasps, falling onto the bed, bracing himself with his hands. The slightest touch from you has him falling apart.
“Just take your time,” you assure him, squeezing his forearms gently. You rest your head on the pillow, adjusting yourself on the bed. “Don’t rush. I want you to enjoy yourself.”
Zayne takes a few moments to collect himself, taking deep breaths, his chest heaving up and down. The sheets underneath his hands are balled into his fists, and he whimpers incoherently as he opens and closes his them.
“Okay,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “Keep going.”
You keep your hands on his arms. “Do you want to be inside me now?” He nods again. “We’ll go slowly.”
You reach for the bottle of lube that was discarded to the other side of the bed and hand it over to him. He pops the lid open, and squeezes its contents into his palm. He eyes you for approval, and you nod in encouragement as he spreads it over himself. You guide his shaft to your entrance, lining him up. His entire body is tense, and his cock twitches in response to your touch. You moan as you slide his tip up and down your slit, then you insert him slightly into you, which elicits another whimper from him.
“Push yourself in when you’re ready. But go slowly.”
He does as you instruct. “Fuck,” he says in a drawn out sigh. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, and you can feel him breathing hard against your skin. The man is already pussy drunk. You can tell it won’t take long for him to come.
“Move when you’re ready.”
With that, he starts rocking his hips, thrusting in and out of you clumsily. His movements are adorably awkward, but he’s doing well for his first time. He feels so damn good.
You wrap your arms around his neck, whispering encouragement into his ear. “That’s it, Baby. Keep going. You’re doing so well.”
He whines into your neck as his hips start to move faster, his thrusting starting to become more jerky. He’s close.
“Oh god, oh god,” he pants. His chest is pressed up against yours, and you can feel his entire body starting to go tense. You grip his biceps as the entire bed shakes. Your own moans mix in with his grunts as he continues to pump in and out of you. His movements become more erratic, signalling that he’s close to finishing.
“I’m–I’m–I’m–” he blabbers before thrusting one final time into you. He’s already beyond words. His entire body goes stiff and you feel his cock twitch inside of you, before he collapses onto you. His face is still in your neck. He's whimpering something incomprehensible to you, and you feel your skin start to become damp. Is he crying?
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” he whines. “You just felt too good. I couldn't stop myself.”
“Hey, it's okay,” you tell him, stroking his hair. “Don't be sorry. You finishing fast was… kind of… hot…”
He sniffles before pushing himself up from you. You pull gently on the hair at the scruff of his neck, and he leans into your touch like a needy puppy.
“Really?” he asks, his eyes glistening. His cheeks are still flushed, and a sheen of sweat covers his brow.
“Mm-hm.”
He hesitates before asking his next question, looking down sheepishly. “Did you… you know…”
You shake your head. “No. But it's okay.”
Zayne's mouth opens, then closes as he thinks of how to respond. “Let me take care of you,” he says firmly, positioning himself over you again. “Please? Just tell me what to do.”
That's the second time he's said that tonight. You grin at him, enjoying the way his eyes light up eagerly as your hand tightens around the back of his neck. He pulls out of you gingerly and slowly, as if he still wants to stay inside of you.
“Use your mouth,” you order as you guide his head back down. “Just like I taught you how to kiss. But don’t bite – no teeth,” you add, as you remember how much he likes to bite down on your lower lip when you make out.
He does as you order, pushing your legs open with his hands. He places his lips straight onto you with some force, drawing a surprised gasp from you.
“Slowly, slowly,” you tell him, fingers locking into his hair. You direct him to your clit, and you feel his tongue slide gently up and down it. You moan and buck your hips up, into his mouth, and he looks up at you through his lashes, that twinkle still in his eye.
“Use your tongue. Small circles. N-now suck… ngh… Yes…”
“Two fingers. Inside. Yeah, the middle and the ring. And just-just curl–oh, god–keep-keep going..”
You let your words devolve into moans as he picks things up quickly. He keeps looking up at you momentarily, watching your expressions as you would go in between tossing your head back onto the pillow, and locking eyes with him.
“Yes, so good,” you gasp. “Keep going. I’m almost there. Don’t change anything.”
He heeds your instructions, continuingly exactly what he’s doing. You feel your core tighten, and your thighs start to tense.
“Yes, yes,” you repeat, pushing his head down. “Fuck, Zayne, I’m coming!”
You release onto his mouth and onto his fingers, but he continues to eat you out through your orgasm. Soon, your legs are trembling and shaking, and you have to pull him off of you. You stare at each other, both of you panting heavily, his mouth and chin covered in your juices.
“Did I do good?” he manages to ask after a few moments. He makes his way back up to you, face hovering over yours.
“So good,” you tell him, pulling him down towards you so you can kiss him. “Not bad for your first time.”
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You run your fingers through Zayne’s hair as he lays on your chest, his arm draped across you. His entire body is relaxed, but you can’t tell if he’s asleep yet. Poor thing must be tired. Your hand moves to trace small concentric circles in the middle of his shoulder blades. He stirs slightly, reacting to your touch.
“I have a confession,” he says suddenly, and you’re instantly more alert.
“Hm?”
“I knew I was ordering spiked hot chocolate.”
“Hm.” You slap his bare back teasingly, then sigh. “A little bit of liquid courage, huh?”
“Yes.”
He moves his head to look up at you, a sly grin playing on the corners of his lips. “Get some rest. In the morning, I’m taking you down the slopes again. And then in the afternoon, we’ll head back here where you get to be the instructor. Sound like a good trade?”
You laugh and slap at his cheek playfully. “Sure, sounds good.”
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“I’m home!” you call out into the house, announcing your arrival. You remove your shoes quickly and silently, praying that Zayne won’t come out to greet you. “I’m just going to take a quick shower!”
You’re hoping he doesn’t notice that you’re avoiding him. You’d already turned down his offer of picking you up from headquarters, telling him that he should start on dinner early. Now, you’re trying to get into the bathroom before he sees you at the door – your uniform is torn in several places, your body bruised and battered underneath. You’re thankful you have no injuries on your face or neck, and they’re limited to where they can be hidden with clothing. You’ll just have to wear long sleeves and long pants to bed tonight.
You can almost hear his stern scolding, and imagine him dragging you out the door to go to the hospital to get checked out.
“You got thrown out of a window by a Wanderer and didn’t get your injuries assessed? No, no, the dinner I made can wait... What?… Egg drop soup... No, come on, we’re going to the hospital. Put your shoes back on.”
Your mouth waters at the thought of egg drop soup – that’s what he had told you he was making for dinner tonight – and you swear you can smell the scent of it wafting through from the kitchen. You straighten up, and the muscles in your shoulders, back, and legs almost all contort simultaneously in pain. You gasp and double over, bracing yourself with a hand on the wall.
“Shower already? Not even going to say ‘hello’?” Zayne calls from the kitchen.
You’re too winded to respond, but you rush to stand again, being careful not to strain yourself too hard. You silently curse to yourself, and you start to make your way to the bathroom, hunched over, when Zayne seems to materialize in front of you.
Shit! You didn’t even hear him walking down the hall.
You look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, then attempt to give him your biggest smile, trying to detract from the fact that you are doubled over in pain.
“Hello,” you say, addressing his remark earlier. “Dinner smells good. Can I just take a quick shower?”
Zayne peers at you through his glasses, his eyes narrowed. His eyes scan your form deliberately, his jaw clenching in concern. He sighs, then shakes his head, fingers pinching the top of his nose bridge.
“Wanderer?” he asks, his tone clipped.
You nod.
“What happened?”
“Hmm… Well, I defeated it.”
“Yes, obviously. But it seems like it got a few hits in first.”
“Ah, yeah,” you chuckle nervously. “I may have… gone through a window at some point during the fight.”
Aaaand here comes the scolding.
Zayne stares at you – you see his brow furrow and his jaw tighten as he tries to find a way to respond. You expect him to start lecturing you, but instead, he sighs again, then speaks to you in a low, but firm tone.
“All right. Go to the bathroom, get undressed. I’ll meet you there.”
—
You’re sitting on the edge of the bathtub, dressed in only your underwear, watching as Zayne pulls out different balms and ointments from his remedy kit. He peers at each of the labels, and opens a few to sniff them. It takes him a couple of minutes to select one, and he returns all the others into the kit.
Just a few minutes before, he had shone a penlight into both of your eyes.
“No nausea, headache, dizziness or neck pain?” he had asked, his hand cupping your chin.
You had shaken your head to emphasize your point.
“Okay, it looks like you don’t have a concussion,” he had concluded, sounding relieved. “Let’s see if we can do something about those scrapes and bruises.”
Zayne takes his selected balm and pops the lid off – it smells both floral and herbal. He digs into the pot with his finger and with his other hand, he gently takes your ankle and pulls it towards him. He begins to massage the balm into your skin – it’s warm and it tingles, but it feels like it’s already working to loosen the muscles underneath your skin. Zayne kneads his thumbs into the muscles in your leg, working deftly to release the tension in them. You can’t help but groan a little as he makes his way up, and you swear you see his cheeks start to flush.
“Feeling better?” he asks, eyes flicking up to meet yours momentarily.
You nod, and let him continue in his massage. He rubs the balm gently over your bruises and scrapes, paying extra attention to them.
“This balm is good for healing and recovery,” he tells you, as he takes more from the pot. “Hopefully you won’t feel these tomorrow.”
He finishes one leg, and starts on your other one, continuing in the same motions. He reaches a spot, just above your knee, that’s a little more sore than you expected. You hiss when he presses on it – there’s no visible bruise on the skin, but it’s tender to the touch.
He looks up at you again. “Hurts?”
You nod, feeling your own cheeks grow warm. He places his lips softly onto the spot, giving it a gentle kiss. “I’ll be more careful,” he murmurs into your skin.
He finishes your legs, and starts to work on your arms, and soon, your body is covered in the balm.
“Here,” he says, handing you a bathrobe. You take it from him and wrap yourself in it. “I’ll serve you some dinner. It’s egg drop soup. Then, I’ll draw up the bath while you’re eating.”
—
You sigh, content, your stomach full of soup, watching Zayne finish preparing the bathtub. He pulls out his hand, flicking the water from it into the tub.
“There,” he tells you, stepping back from the tub and reaching for a hand towel. “I think it’s just the right temperature. Do you want to test it out?”
You know he’s expecting you to check the temperature with your hand, but you strip off your bathrobe and your underwear, walk past him, and step into the tub slowly, one foot at a time. He regards you with a keen gaze, watching you intently as you sink down into the water.
You sigh again, loudly this time, letting the water close in around your body. It feels absolutely heavenly. The balm on your skin melts into the water, the smell of it filling the bathroom.
“I’ll give you another massage when you finish,” he tells you, starting to head out of the room. “Take as much time in here as you need.”
“Wait,” you call to him, suddenly feeling bold. “Why don’t you join me in here? There’s plenty of room.”
You sink lower into the water, hoping to hide the smirk on your face. Zayne stops, then turns back to you slowly. He approaches the tub again, and bends down, leaning on the edge of it, leaning in towards you.
“Would you like that?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper.
You nod, half of your face submerged in bathwater. He seems to consider it for a moment, then begins to undo his belt. He takes his pants off, letting them fall to the tiled floor, then begins to unbutton his shirt. You watch shamelessly as he peels off the rest of his clothing, your eyes focusing on his arms as he grips the edge of the tub.
“Scoot forward a little,” he commands softly.
You comply, making room for him in the tub. A little bit of water splashes over the edge and onto the floor as he climbs in behind you. You hear him release a slow breath as he sinks down, feeling his legs rub against yours.
“Okay, lean back,” he tells you. You do as he says, leaning your head against his chest.
The aches and pains seem to melt away instantaneously as Zayne’s arms envelop you, cradling you gently as you lean into him.
“Thank you for the egg drop soup. And the bath,” you mutter. “And for not telling me off.”
He chuckles, and you feel his breath on your skin. You feel him move around, reaching for something on the shelf of the tub. You hear a bottle pop open, and the scent of jasmine makes its way into your nostrils. Zayne’s hands, covered in the shower gel, start kneading into the base of your neck, and down to your back.
You’re unable to stop another groan from escaping you, and you hear him chuckle to himself. You let him continue, his hands working on your shoulders, down your biceps, and then down the front to your chest. You swear his hands are magical. They’re slick over your skin, ironing out the rest of the aches left in your muscles. You can’t help but close your eyes, relishing in the way Zayne’s fingers dig into your skin.
You’re enjoying the massage when you feel something of his start to press into the small of your back. You smile to yourself before craning your neck slightly to try and look at him.
“Zayne?”
“Hm?”
“You okay?”
“Mm.”
“Do you… want me to look after… you? After all you’ve done for me tonight, you deserve it.”
He pauses in his massaging, then leans forward so that his chest presses up against your back. His skin on yours is warm and feverish, his breath coming out in short and shallow pants. His hands travel down your shoulders onto your arms, sliding against your skin. The scent of the shower gel mixed with the massage balm is almost intoxicating. His lips are on your neck, peppering the spot behind your ears with light kisses.
“Don’t worry about me,” he murmurs into your skin between kisses. His voice is low, somewhat strained – you can tell that he’s trying to hold himself back. His hands continue to massage your skin, and all you want to do is melt into him.
His breath washes over your skin, making it break out into goosebumps. You shudder as his kisses travel down your shoulder. His hands start to wander away from your arms, down your waist, and to your thighs. You want your time in the tub with Zayne to last for an eternity.
“Just relax… and let me take care of you tonight.”
To be fair, it seemed like a completely good idea at the time.
But now, covered in treacly batter and baking powder, Zayne reconsiders whether it was truly a good idea to make you a homemade picnic from scratch. He blames Caleb for this mess, for even bringing up the suggestion that it was the most romantic in the world to make your significant other their favourite baked goods. He knows he’s being dramatic, but if Caleb hadn’t put the thought in his head in the first place, then he wouldn’t be standing here, covered head-to-toe in a sticky concoction that is supposed to be mini chocolate chip cookies.
Zayne‘s meant to be ready for the date in half an hour, and judging by the mess he’s in, there’s no way he’s going to make it in time.
The panic settles in once he checks the time again, realising that he’s spent four godforsaken hours in the kitchen, and he rushes to take a shower, almost slipping on the melted chocolate on the floor in the process.
Zayne is almost an hour late by the time he finishes, his fringe half-wet from how sweaty he is from running in the torrid heat of the afternoon. Honestly, he doesn’t even care how he looks right now—he’s just glad he hasn’t managed to drop the entire basket of food on the way here because of how clumsy he is. He still feels guilty though, and apologises to you at least ten times before he’s satisfied that you know how bad he feels about being late.
“Wait—you’re telling me you made this? All of it?” you ask in awe.
Zayne nervously scratches the back of his head before replying, “Yeah, I don’t really know how to bake but I wanted to try for you.” He lets the lie slip past his lips before he can stop it. “It was nothing really.”
Yeah, nothing but four hours of pain and tears, he thinks to himself.
You peek into the basket, the sight of the baked goods awakening your excitement.
“Oh my god, Zayne! This is so cute!” you gasp when your eyes land on the mini chocolate chip cookies and the other delicious baked goods neatly packed inside.
“You even made the snowman heart-shaped!” you exclaim as you hold one of them in your hands, your heart swelling when you think about how much effort he had to put into making all of this. Sure, it’s pretty obvious they weren’t made by a professional, but still—it’s the thought that counts.
You’re too busy gawking at the various baked treats to even notice Zayne staring at you, smiling to himself at how adorable all of your reactions are to every one of the treats he’s baked. He knows they suck, but God, seeing your reaction makes him feel like he’s on top of the world. The smile that adorns your face is enough to rival the sunshine of the afternoon, and Zayne doesn’t think he will ever get tired of seeing you look this bright and giddy.
Just when Zayne thinks this day cannot get any better, you take a second to pry your eyes away from the food, leaning up to place a delicate kiss on the apple of his cheek.
“Thank you so much, Zayne. No one has ever done something like this for me before—I love it.”
Zayne swears he can feel his skin tingle even when you remove your lips from his cheek, his heart pounding in his ears as you smile innocently back at him. Just the mere action itself makes all of the hassle worth it.
Hell, he’d make 20 picnic baskets and go through all those painful hours in a heartbeat if it meant that he could see you smile that wide again.
Suddenly, Big Boss Man was standing up in alert, and Mr. Accomplished Doctor was coaxing you to bed with gentle words.
And while both Zayne and you were all ready for bed, Sylus wasn't. He'd stayed hovering around in your orbit from the second he set foot in Zayne's apartment; drinking in his lovers’ presence, feeding off your effortless charms, basking in the act of just being.
Zayne ushered him off to shower.
And he did go, but not until he stole a kiss from the both of you, a tender little peck from both mouths. Which he took with him, cradled within his heart with the utmost care, their tenderness tugging the line of his lips into a foolish lovesick curve.
“That fool,” Zayne murmured next to you, in flustered exasperation, barely hiding a smile of his own.
He took Sylus’ spot behind you, slipping his arms around your waist, nuzzling right into your neck for its warmth and the scent of your skin.
With a kiss to your jaw, he coaxed you to bed and off you went, padding off to the bedroom, still in that same position, waddling like two penguins because he refused to let go.
And while the sheets were cold, Zayne was warm. He smelled of clean laundry and body wash and toothpaste and himself. He let you rest on his lap while you waited for Sylus, scrolling on your phone for just a little, showing him videos you'd saved to show him later.
Sylus had stayed up the whole day, so he could be within your time zone; Zayne and yours. He hadn't said a word but you'd noticed the weariness within his bones.
Now freshly showered, white hair damp and falling however it wished, you could see it clearly; how his shoulders curved. Fully relaxed, it was like his dark circles were more prominent.
He slipped right into the arms you held open for him, dragging you down with the weight of his body. He didn't steal you from Zayne, no. He never did. Instead, he coaxed both of you down, you with his body and Zayne with his weariness.
Zayne slipped into the sheets to lay with both of you, fingers smoothing a wrinkle between Sylus’ eyebrows.
Sylus laid down on his stomach, one arm wrapped around you, tucking you half under him and in between both of them. And he sighed, as if all weight had finally been lifted off his bones.
Zayne smiled at you, both of you, that tender smile of his which made those Spring-like eyes sparkle with the light of a thousand suns.
Suddenly, you realized there was absolutely no other place you'd rather be and if this was to be your eternity, you'd submit, body and soul, willing and eagerly.
Their bodies accommodated yours, their touch cradled you.
Zayne's lips were soft against yours, Sylus' breath warm against your skin. And you sighed, boneless, delivering yourself to the bliss of that tender moment.
Sylus fell asleep first and then you. Zayne watched the two of you, the way your breaths came, the vulnerability in your peaceful slumber.
Suddenly, the night was very still. And suddenly he knew, as he slipped into dreamland, he'd found eternity with you.
