From Me To You
早くもっと早く 僕の足が地平線へ向かう 君に聞こえるように 迷いも憧れも希望も弱音も 同じ空の下で歌う Galileo Galilei - 僕から君へ BLUE ver.
It was still so new, this thing between them.
Strange, how something could feel untouched and fragile after so many years of wear. As if time had not eroded it, only preserved it, tucked away beneath layers of silence and missed chances. This time capsule of secret unopened feelings buried and buried again—never by the same hands at the same time.
They had taken turns hiding it, mistaking the other’s fear for rejection, hesitation for indifference, for absence, for something quieter than longing. Their footsteps crossing, passing, never aligning. They were ready at different seasons, hearts knocking against the time’s cruel glass, convinced the other’s heart beat a different tune.
But this time—this time, finally, they reached for it together. And when their hands met, nothing was buried anymore. A tender flame flickering to life after years of quiet embers beneath the earth.
He never could’ve expected this.
Nolan felt it in the press of their bodies, a rhythm of breath and heat—those hidden feelings spilling into the space between them, laid bare in the aftermath of words never spoken, letters never sent, confessions slipping between their fingers like water.
Day above him, a vision moving soft and sure. His eyes lidded and dark, blue glimmering through lashes. Sunlight framing his hair like a golden halo, growing brighter every second. His lips were flushed, mouth hot and pliant, as Nolan swallowed his breaths, tasting every sigh, every whispered longing—each gasp against his lips a thread, pulling tight all the stolen glances, lingering touches, all those quiet nights they’d let slip by. His voice, like liquid sunshine, poured into Nolan’s chest, lighting him from the inside out—a glow he’d spent a lifetime chasing in the shadows, without even knowing.
“Nolan,” Day gasped, voice breaking on the syllables, a sound Nolan had dreamed of—filthy, secret dreams where Day called for him like this, needy and undone. Now real, visceral, tugging at his core, blooming hot like a sunrise in his heart.
“Nolan, please…I…”
The words faltered, and Nolan pulled Day close to him, breath catching as he sank back down—slow and deep—cradling his head against his chest, right over his heart.
They moved together, chasing their release, surrendering to the undertow—Day’s fingers digging into his shoulders, clinging, pressing closer, melting into him as they rode the cresting waves of this moment, desperate to make up for the all time they’d lost.
All those feelings, buried under years of silence, straining to break free coming undone now—no longer pretending to love him in a quiet, buried way. It crashed into him, white-hot and blinding, as they unravelled in each other’s arms, tremulous and tender, lost in the gravity of everything they could finally claim.
Nolan’s heart trailed behind like a comet—blazing, catching up, admitting what he’d known all along.
“I love you.”
Out loud this time—and all the times to come—not in the quiet corners of his heart where he’d buried it all.
Day panted against him, soft and blissed out. “Love you too.”
Nolan pressed a lingering kiss to his temple, holding Day closer against the steady thrum of his heart. He could've never imagined this—but he's so glad he never has to again.
"Faster, and faster My feet go towards the horizon I sing all my hesitations, longings Hopes and complaints under the same sky So you can hear them"
