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]

He revels in that tiny sound and leans forward, claiming it with a hungry kiss. Rat squeezes a little, not planning to stop, just waiting.

[silenttrainbaby]

Panting into Rat's mouth, Grey's hips jerk. So close. Please? Oh, please. His toes are curled against the floor.

[plaguedrat]

Yes. Rat keeps touching, urging forward against him, wanting.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey inhales sharply, then lets it all out as he spills into Rat's hand. His head falls back, eyes rolling back into his head. Even then, though, his hand is gentle in Rat's hair.

[plaguedrat]

Rat chases Grey's mouth for another kiss, warm and hungry as he shifts against him. It doesn't take much more before he comes too, feeling it over his hand and against his belly. With ragged breaths against his mouth, Rat lets his hand slow, trapped between them.

[silenttrainbaby]

Forehead to forehead, Grey sways on his feet, his body feeling loose and relaxed again. With almost a mischievous expression, though, he urges Rat's hand up, and he licks at it.

[plaguedrat]

Rat breathes out slowly, eyes fixed on Grey. Somehow, the eye contact is the lost erotic part of this, the constant silent communication.

[silenttrainbaby]

Protein blocks were food on the train, but if there could be little waste, there was. This isn't waste. It's salty and makes Grey's mouth water. He licks again, watching Rat's reaction.

[plaguedrat]

It makes him shiver and he barely holds out in waiting for a kiss. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Rat decides he's going to find out what pizza tastes like and how to get it delivered.

[silenttrainbaby]

The kiss is given easily with the taste shared. Who it is, they don't have to know, but Grey likes it.

[plaguedrat]

Slumping and laughing a little, Rat nuzzles into Grey's shoulder. "I'll order something to come to the door for us to eat instead."

[silenttrainbaby]

Food brought right to them? All right. That doesn't seem that much more odd than anything else. It's strange enough that he doesn't think much about it because he can't contextualize it. So, instead, he snugs Rat tight to him, their hands sticky and he doesn't care.