Look, love, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east

[plaguedrat]

The seventh day has come and gone. Despite others' reassurances that these things end, Rat's starting to despair he'll ever look his own age again. He'd gone to bed that night, still in the shape of his five-year-old self. The burns had still ached and sleep had been hard.

Drifting out of uneasy dreams, the first thing he notices is the lack of pain. Blinking his eyes open, Rat sees the hand that's half under the pillow. It's not a pudgy toddler's hand but that of an eighteen-year-old man. His own hands, his real body.

Rat sits up quickly, pleased that he doesn't have to stand gingerly. He swings long legs over the edge and stands up, hurrying to dress.

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[plaguedrat]

It's not enough, he realizes. The hand cupped around his face, the kiss on his forehead. It's not enough.

He looks up at Grey, suddenly uncertain of how to ask.

[silenttrainbaby]

He doesn't have to ask, not when his face says something that Grey can read clearly. His face says the same thing, perhaps. His rough thumb traces over the plush of Rat's mouth and he searches the other's face to be sure before he leans in, kissing him, lip to lip, a brush, nothing more.

[plaguedrat]

It's not a surprise exactly, but Rat still tenses for a moment as if he's not sure it's real. When it doesn't fade, he presses back against Grey, one arm looping around his waist.

[silenttrainbaby]

There's a sound somewhere in the kiss; a glottal whimper, and Grey raises his casted wrist to cup Rat's face and he cocks his head, deepening the kiss now, letting the tip of his tongue trace the seam of Rat's mouth.

[plaguedrat]

He sighs out, opening up to Grey and just enjoying the warmth of the kiss and the contact. Somewhere old instinct flares up, warning bells that try and tell him it's only been a few weeks since they met. That he's not supposed to form attachments in this place.

Rat ignores them all.

[silenttrainbaby]

Another sound and Grey likes how Rat's mouth feels against his, how he feels alive and warm in a way he hasn't for so long. Something comes back to life in the pit of his stomach.

[plaguedrat]

Reluctantly, Rat pulls back for a moment, scanning Grey's face to ask him what he wants to happen. There's a strange realization that this city could offer, if they wanted, eternity. They can go as quickly or as slowly as they want...

[silenttrainbaby]

Fingers trace along Rat's cheek and over his mouth again. That heat in his belly is new and a memory all at once. He won't push - he is used to waiting, used to having snatches and bits of goodness.

[plaguedrat]

"We just met..." he says, a hint of amazement in his voice. They've just met and Grey's already crowded into his life, offered him more kindness and friendship than he's known in almost everyone that he'd encountered before this city.

They've just met. He shouldn't trust Grey. Shouldn't have allowed him into his home and heart in only a matter of weeks. He should be running, fighting, keeping this at arm's length, anything but letting the fridge swing closed so that he can press Grey against it and revel in the feel of his skin.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey gasps and feels what's against his back; he tenses - it's instinctual - but he doesn't pull away. Rat's hands are warm, gooseflesh following their path. His scrubs pants hide little, riding low on his hips.

[plaguedrat]

When Grey gasps, Rat eases his grip on him, searching his face again as he lays his hands on Grey's hips. It's hard to tell, with the warmth across his skin but the trepidation in the back of his mind, if he's scared or concerned.

[silenttrainbaby]

No; Grey isn't scared, he isn't concerned. He's alive and Rat's alive and they're together. He takes one of Rat's hands in his bandaged hand and he kisses Rat's palm and nuzzles.

[plaguedrat]

He mimics Grey's earlier gesture, tracing his thumb over the shape of his mouth, before cupping his face again. Leaning forward, Rat's forehead touches against Grey's and he breathes in, letting the moment wash over him and into his skin.

[silenttrainbaby]

Such gentleness, such want. Grey is weak only in these moments, weak with want, weak with warmth. He looks at Rat up close, searching for what, he doesn't know.

[plaguedrat]

If he doesn't know and Rat doesn't know, then he's not going to destroy this before he even knows what they have. Instead, he takes a step back and pulls Grey into a hug, the same gestured he'd once rebuffed on instinct.

[silenttrainbaby]

Arms around Rat's neck, nose in his hair, Grey holds on. He does shiver, at being so close, his body wanting, hip to hip.

[plaguedrat]

Breathing out slowly, Rat takes Grey's hands and takes a few steps backward. "Yes? No?"

[silenttrainbaby]

Yes, to what? No, to what? Without knowing the answers, though, Grey nods. Yes.

Yes.

[plaguedrat]

To sex, seems to be the question at hand, but there are a lot of questions h could ask.

"I'm not going to fuck this up," he says. Tipping his head at the bed, he repeats, "Yes or no?"

[silenttrainbaby]

Fuck what up? Their relationship? Grey would tell him that he couldn't; Grey is so fiercely loyal that short of trying to kill him, he will stay by his side.

At the suggestion, though, Grey feels his whole body flush; he swallows hard against the want that balls in his throat. And he nods again. Then he takes one step, two steps in that direction.

[plaguedrat]

As mercenary as Rat can be, it wouldn't exactly be a reassurance but he doubts Grey will let him do anything he doesn't want. He lets Grey lead, following.

[silenttrainbaby]

This bed. Where Grey had watched small Rat sleep. He smiles a little as he sits, using his bandaged hand to urge the other boy down as well. He can cup his face again, then, lean in, kiss him.

[plaguedrat]

He moves onto the bed, creeping over to deepen the kiss. Leaning into Grey's touch, he frowns when he remembers the bandages and cast. "What about those..."

[silenttrainbaby]

At that, Grey shakes his head. Those don't matter. He can use his fingers, and he wants. He touches Rat's face, his neck, leaning in to kiss him again. Please?

[plaguedrat]

He has clever hands and a clever mouth; they'll figure it out. Leaning over Grey, Rat presses more kisses to his mouth.