blanket fort

blanket fort.

desperate, cocaine-driven movements in the snow and he felt his heart beat so fast and hard he could swear it was about to beat right out of his ribcage. he couldn't feel the cold and he couldn't feel his face and nothing felt really right. one last time they had said and it wasn't like it used to be. it felt desperate and dirty in a decidedly bad way.

out of breath he rolled over in the snow and grabbed the other's hand and got a tight and warm squeeze back, but they didn't move and at first they didn't speak.

"i'm in love with you," he said suddenly and didn't wait for the other to respond. "i'm so afraid of dying and it feels like i'm about to and i don't want to have died without telling you that i'm in love with you and i'm really scared because it changes every fucking thing and-"

warm lips pressing against his and a warm body on top of his and a smile filled with the most warmth before his sight. "you're not going to die." he nudged his forehead against the other's. "and i'm in love with you too."


"can we run away together?" ruki whispers.
"yes. let's crawl under the blankets and never come back out," wataru whispers right back.
"that's hardly running, is it?" a smile.
"you're right. let's put the blankets in the other side of the apartment and run to them."

pause. laughter.

"this is why i love you."
"see? things are like they should be."