Pieces of heat

      Edgar shook his head, telling him knowingly: — Don't take it so lightly. Even a great detective can have a cold.       Rampo understood what his boyfriend meant, he knew it too well to ask stupid questions. He used to like winter, with this wonderful atmosphere of cold, with beautiful snowflakes and outdoor games. Perhaps he still loved this time of year, but now it was not the same as before. Just because of the cold, and also because of his susceptibility to colds. It upset him. These new reminders of the little things that affect his life too much. Nevertheless, he appreciated his boyfriend's concern. After a few moments, he hugged him, burying his face in his shoulder.       Edgar hugged him back tightly, pressing his head against his lover's hair. In the silence that followed, he felt his heart beating steadily under his hands, and the soft sound of his breathing. Part of him would give anything to have his cute boyfriend stay by his side like this, just a little longer. Maybe if he had been a little more lucky... His thoughts were interrupted by the notification of an incoming message, and he grimaced. — Oh, why now? Wait, Rampo.       He let him go to check his phone. Rampo puffed out his cheeks resentfully, after all, he did not like being torn away from the delightful embrace. He was too tactile, and, in fact, this resulted in a love of touch. Of course, he satisfied all this tactile hunger with the help of his beloved boyfriend. And now all this idyll was interrupted by a phone message. Now he was tempted to snatch the phone out of his boyfriend's hands, but he restrained himself. After all, he respected his personal space. And yet he snuggled up to him unobtrusively, although he did not hug him.       Edgar sighed heavily and sighed. — It's a job, they want me to come tonight. A colleague called, and today we don't have enough employees. — He looked guiltily at Rampo (all these interruptions with a stable work schedule in the Guild sometimes exasperated him. — I'm sorry, I know I promised to stay tonight. Can you promise me that you'll be fine while I'm gone? I'll only be gone for a few hours.       He gave Rampo a quick kiss. He looked genuinely worried, and even just a few hours away from their apartment, he didn't want to take any chances. Yes, he knew that the detective only had a cold. But he couldn't control it all.       Rampo looked at him sadly, after all, it wasn't so great, he planned that at least this evening they would be able to relax together. He almost hated that word "work" already. Yes, he also had a job where he sometimes disappeared for many hours. And yet he was never summoned late at night, knowing his aversion to recycling (and because he would have to be accompanied by listening to his whims). But his boyfriend is called to work too often, ignoring his rest. It wasn't fair. And yet he knew he couldn't change anything. He sighed wearily, trying to smile at him. After some hesitation, he answered him: — I'll be fine, alarmist. Come back soon.       Edgar nodded. He was worried, and not just because his boyfriend was more susceptible to the cold. There was an unsettling atmosphere in the air today; something was going to happen tonight. He pulled Rampo closer. — I promise, I'll be back soon. I trust you to be careful, okay? Just in case.       He squeezed it once more before reluctantly letting go. — I have to go,— he said. — I love you, okay?       Rampo almost felt this distrust, as if something was unspoken, he did not dare to ask about it. Perhaps he just felt that there was no need for it. After all, he trusted him. Although he didn't really like his job. He gave him a quick peck on the cheek, trying to cheer him up. This is not the first time this has happened, and, to be honest with myself, clearly not the last. He confidently told him: — Don't worry so much, silly.       Edgar smiled and left. He was just about to close the apartment door behind him when he looked back and hesitated. He wanted to make sure that Rampo was not lying in his words. He looked around the apartment, admiring the cozy but messy view. His sweet tooth left a few crumbs on the carpet, and a blanket was draped over the coffee table where he was eating donuts. A few empty cans on the kitchen table, evidence of their dinner. All that's left of the evening is a mess.       He sighed and closed the door.       Rampo looked at the closed door for a few minutes, he realized with full confidence that this was a pointless activity. And yet it was a habit he couldn't get rid of. Who knows, maybe it was the hope that his boyfriend would return much earlier than expected. Although he was smart enough to know that he wouldn't be back even in ten minutes. In a few hours at most. He exhaled slowly, the sound seemed too loud in this silence. To some extent, it was deafening silence. He shook his head, trying to banish the thought. He didn't like being alone, and soon he looked at the time on the wall clock. Ten o'clock in the evening. Surprisingly, they were going to bed at this time. He rubbed his eyes wearily. Sleep was the best solution. He lay down on the sofa, ignoring the presence of a bedroom, and closed his eyes.       ...Just a few hours later, the apartment door opened. Edgar opened it quietly, trying not to make too much noise. He looked around the quiet apartment with a pang of unease.       He looked at Rampo on the sofa, who was wrapped in a blanket that he had thrown over the table earlier, snuggling up in a cozy atmosphere. Po breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his watch — three o'clock in the morning. He put down his bag and tiptoed over to Ranpo. He looked exhausted. —Hello, my little crow, — he whispered, gently shaking Ranpo.       Rampo sighed sleepily, through his drowsiness he felt how they were trying to wake him up. He immediately realized who it was and smiled faintly. And he wanted an extra portion of affection for himself. He stretched out his arms to him, feeling the pleasant familiar warmth of his body, and immediately embraced him with all his arms and legs. In this state, he was very tenacious. He buried his face in his chest, hugging him. Here it is, happiness for him. He muttered contentedly, sniffing slightly from behind a stuffy nose: — It's good that you're home...       Edgar laughed softly as he felt the detective's arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, and he hugged back with a low moan. He felt so warm in these cozy hugs.       He's tired, but there's no place he'd rather be than being hugged and whispered in his ear, especially by Ranpo. He kissed him on the neck and whispered: — I love you.       Ranpo smiled a little wider, he liked it so much when his beloved guy came home. And he liked hugging him even more, preferably for a very long time. Through his drowsiness, he reached out to kiss him innocently on the cheek. These caresses were valuable to him. Every moment spent with him was a precious memory for him.       A slight rush of warmth ran from the kiss. This innocent kiss on the cheek caused a pleasant pain in the chest from love. He hugged Rampo with one arm, gently shifting him to make him more comfortable. He could stay in this position by simply holding ranpo in his arms for the rest of his life. In fact, perhaps this was his idea of paradise — where it is warm, cozy and Rampo.