InsaneJournal

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Could they be more than they ever were?

Leon had asked that to himself often, because every time they went out, people saw them either as brothers, as cousins, as a teacher and a student, but never as lovers. Even though Leon was near the age of thirty, he knew that he didn’t look that old, so what had set off people into thinking that they were any of those types of… pairs of people?

Whatever.

Even now, with Leon sitting down and sipping his coffee and Sora looking throughout the window of Starbucks, a couple strolled by and commented how they looked so much alike. Was it the brunette hair? Was it the blue eyes? What was it? They didn’t act alike. They didn’t look alike… or did they?

Sora laughed and tentatively, he held out his palm as though he was giving a high five.

Leon sighed and pressed his own hand against Sora’s. Sora’s hand was slightly smaller than his and softer. Many pairs of eyes watched them and the scrutiny was already becoming so intense, that they broke the lock of hands, each looking down at the table as if they were ashamed.

“Teach me,” Sora murmured, reaching out his hand again, but this time, under the table. “Tell me whether it’s right or wrong, what I should do now… ‘cause I don’t know what I’m doing. Please.”

And then, it made sense.

Sora looked up to him, treated him like Leon was still his high school teacher. That was why people never looked beyond than what they were in public.

Their hands joined again, fingers interlocking. Leon reveled in the warmth of that hand, in the intimacy that they shared. If he had the actual guts, he’d lean over for a kiss. Maybe they might do that later, in the car where they had privacy. Yeah…

“I can’t,” Leon said solemnly. “Because I don’t know either.”

After Leon finished drinking his coffee and after Sora got his drink, the two rose and left the restaurant. Once they made it over to Leon’s black car, Leon heard Sora’s drink dropping to the ground. It rolled away, the contents of it spilling onto the black asphalt.

But he didn’t care. Sora was kissing him.

And it was not a chaste kiss, it was deep and aching as Sora grinded his hips into Leon’s. Leon had a hard time trying to breathe through his nose, especially with the way he was pressed against his car.

After they broke away, Leon touched Sora’s cheek with his hand. He remembered the happy, bubbly boy he knew back in high school. He remembered the big smiles Sora wore, the way his blue eyes sparkled. Sora was smiling now, but it was a bittersweet smile, because he was lost and confused and Leon didn’t know how to help him.

“Do you want to move in with me?” Leon suddenly asked as they got into the car. Sora stared at him, a surprised look on his face.

“Are you serious?” Sora asked with a soft laugh. “Can you really take me in?”

“You are turning eighteen in a few months…” Leon trailed off.

“Heheh, I’ll think about it,” Sora said with another smile.

And maybe that way, they could be the true lovers they were. If Sora moved in, all Leon had to do was snatch Sora’s heart.

Fin. 

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A/n: Hehehe.