Without you

      Leaning against the cold wall of the elevator, Fenton closed his eyes. The elevator moved slowly and went to the floor where the laboratory was located. The numbers on the screen changed rapidly, with each new floor, Fenton's palms froze, forcing him to put his hands in his pockets. The floor under my feet slightly buckled, and everything swam before my eyes, the elevator stopped with its doors open. Swallowing, Fenton walked briskly to Mr. Giarluz's office. He was ready for anything, for a double workload at work, deduction from the salary — which he already did not have — deprivation of bonuses and even dismissal. He walked quickly to the office, nervously adjusting his bangs as he walked. Here's the door. The tall door seemed indecently huge to Fenton, and yet, gathering his thoughts and strength, he pulled the handle on himself. Slightly narrowing his eyes, Fenton took an uncertain step into the room. The dim light of the lamp illuminated him. Jairo was sitting at his desk, scribbling something diligently and didn't even seem to notice when Fenton entered. He has been very busy with work all week and seems to have been living at work. Clearing his throat, the drake tried to draw attention to himself.       — Hello, Mr. Giarluz. — Fenton waved his hand uncertainly and hesitated again. — I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, I really didn't want to cause you problems and I will try to improve.       Fenton exhaled nervously and looked up. The Mallard expected anything, but none of his fears came true. Screw got up from the table, still silently examining Fenton with a guilty look, as if he was to blame for everything. His slightly arched eyebrows and pursed beak seemed to shout about everything he wanted to say, but Giarluz was silent. His gaze slid uncertainly over Fenton, and Fenton himself froze as if paralyzed, not daring to move. Approaching his assistant, Jairo hesitantly put his hand on his shoulder, still looking into his eyes with fascination.       — Don't apologize. — Giarluz exhales almost noiselessly, leaning forward a little, still not deciding on further actions.       At this, the Quack just smiled nervously, not up to understanding the situation. The brain was actively trying to digest the rapidly received information. Mr. Giarluz was looking straight at him without looking away for a millimeter, perhaps in another situation Fenton would not have noticed this, but now it looked suspicious, until that moment Jairo had never admitted his guilt.       — So... Am I not fired? Trying to suppress a silly smile, Fenton looked up again.       There was no response. Less than a second later, the warm hands of the Screw gently wrapped around Fenton's back. Gently touching the shoulder of the Mallard with his cheek, Giarluz pressed him to himself and did not let go. Fenton slowly raises his arms to respond to spontaneous hugs, stroking his neck, nuzzling somewhere in his shirt. The bright smell of someone else's cologne hit my nose, so familiar. They hadn't seen each other for only a month, an unbearable month, even though they didn't admit it, they appreciated each other. Burying his hands in Fenton's hair, Gyro gently kisses him just below the cheek, moving to the neck, and then kissing a little closer to the corner of the beak. There was a warm trace on the place of the kisses, Fenton tried to remember everyone, because it's not often that Jairo hugs him, or even more so kisses him, if he's lucky and then in the mood. Pressing his whole body against him, Jairo exhaled, scorching Fenton's neck with warm breath.       — It was bad without you. — Closing his eyes, Jairo hesitantly whispers.       The words sound quiet, merging into a barely audible murmur, but Fenton hears and, smiling, hugs Razboltilo tighter. Fenton smiles slightly hearing this, Jairo does not care, he was waiting for him, just thinking about it warmed his heart. A pleasant warmth passed through the body, which began somewhere in the chest and ended in the heels, causing the hands to tremble slightly.       — I missed you too. — Fenton pulled away slightly and kissed Giarluz on the cheek.       Finally, they can be together without counting time and without their own limitations. And yet it was the longest month for them.