Love is...
April 12, 2025 at 11:51 AM
The sun is just rising. It shines through the open window, reflecting on the wall. The room is cool. Peak is lying on the bed and sleeping
The guy stretches his hand to the side. The bed next to him is empty. He frowns and opens his eyes. Peak sits up on the bed and looks for something with his eyes
During the time he spent the night here, the room has already became familiar. Now it looks empty and gray. He didn’t look at his surroundings before. He had someone more interesting. But now it’s time.
Empty walls, gray wooden furniture. There was a framed photo on the table. It showed two happy people hugging by the fountain. Peak smiled. He remembered how good they had been back then
The guy got out of bed. He walked across the room to the door. Peak opened the door and went out into the cool corridor. He went in search of his beloved
He was wearing a T-shirt stained with something and underwear. The guy briefly thought that he needed to change his T-shirt, but he waved it off
Peak was grateful to Kuromaku. Tref lived in a separate apartment from the castle. Peak looked very bad now. You can't appear in front of other people like that
The guy was walking towards the bathroom. He wanted to wash up. But the sounds from the kitchen made him turn around and go there.
The radio was quietly broadcasting the news of Kurograd. Something was cooking on the stove. From the smell, it became clear that it was scrambled eggs.
Kuromaku was standing by the stove. Peak smiled and quietly walked towards him. The guy came very close. He raised his hands up and abruptly lowered them onto the stranger's shoulders. He leaned towards the guy's ear and whispered:
—Boo!
Kuromaku screamed. He jerked away from the stove. The guy turned around. His eyes were scared. This made Peak laugh. Tref's heart was beating fast.
—Peak!—The guy exclaimed angrily. He frowned.
The boy leaned back. He leaned his back against Peak's chest. Peak couldn't stop laughing. He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. He loved Peak too much.
Peak hugged his boy across his chest and hugged him. He calmed down from laughing and looked at Kuromaku with warmth.
—You should have seen your face!— The boy kissed Tref on the top of his head. It was a tradition.
Kuromaku smiled. He turned around and put his hands on Peak's cheeks. His hands were cold. Peak winced.
The imp's hands reached into the boy's pants. Peak received a weak slap and grinned.
—Why did you wake up?—Kuromaku asked mock-angry. But he was smiling.
—You weren't there."—And he stuck out his tongue.
Kuromaku clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. Peak was fooling around as usual. The guy pressed his forehead to the other's neck and closed his eyes.
Peak stroked the guy's hips and waist. He put his hands in his pants again. He paid for it right away.
Kuromaku bit him on the neck, offended. Peak hissed. He pulled his hands away, but Tref didn't stop. The first bite, the second, and so on. He got into the swing of it.
Kuromaku bit his neck, shoulders, and collarbones. It wasn't enough for him. Peak pushed him away, tired of the pestering.
—That's enough. You're going to eat me.
—Are you forbidding me?—Kuromaku chuckled. He smiled sweetly. He pretended that he wasn't trying to eat his beloved.
They looked into each other's eyes. Both froze. Kuromaku came to his senses first. He moved forward and kissed Pik. He deepened the kiss and put his hand on the back of the boy's head.
At times like these, someone always interrupts. The phone on the table began to ring loudly. Kuromaku looked at the screen irritably. Umbrella.
—Damn, there's a meeting today.—He sighed resignedly.
—To hell with it. We'll do it tomorrow.—Peak growled. He threw the stranger's phone aside, hugged the boy and kissed him again.
They'll definitely have a meeting tomorrow. They're good together now. Here they can hug, kiss and love each other.
Love is to forget about everything and just be together. Just to love...
Notes:
Tell me about mistakes. Don't be afraid to criticize my work openly. I want to know all the shortcomings.