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Moonlight trickles through the half opened window. Renjun reaches for the doorknob behind him and pushes it until he hears the familiar ‘click’ of the door shutting. On the bed there's a figure, half covered by the blankets as he snores peacefully. He has his arm around a big Moomin plushie that doesn't belong to him.
On the other side of the wall, voices filter in. They sound muffled, like voices on a radio with the volume turned down low.
(“Was that Renjun? Isn’t Lucas sleeping?”
“Shh, let them be.”)
Renjun pads over the rug to the bed, where he lifts the cover slowly. The silver light dapples across Lucas’ face in splotches, making his complexion look oddly washed out. All the little blemishes that are usually covered by makeup are on display for Renjun to see.
He’s effortlessly beautiful.
Renjun gives him the slightest nudge, and Lucas blearily opens his eyes. He blinks, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness of the room.
“Move over,” Renjun whispers, barely audible over the wind. He reaches for Lucas’ hand and gives it a squeeze.
Lucas shifts back automatically and pulls Renjun into bed with him. Renjun falls so that he’s lying with his body half on top of Lucas’ and he keeps his cheek pressed against Lucas’ chest. The beam that barely illuminates the room has dust dancing in the spotlight. Renjun reaches out and catches a speck on the tip of his finger.
There’s a hand on his lower back, massaging the skin around his waist, rubbing over his hip bones. Lucas is always extra touchy whenever he misses Renjun a lot.
“Did you watch the music video?” he murmurs, voice low.
Renjun nods, and Lucas shifts so that the younger boy is completely draped over him, their legs a tangled mess. His head rises and falls with each breath that Lucas takes.
“Chile was wonderful,” Renjun says. He doesn’t really know where he’s going with it, but he feels the urge to tell Lucas everything. About the buildings, the roads, the trees, every little mundane detail that he memorized. Because Lucas always listens.
Lucas hums. He’s playing with Renjun’s hair, running his nails down his scalp in hypnotic motions. But he’s barely keeping himself awake - his movements are sluggish and tired.
Renjun props himself up on his arms, elbows on either side of Lucas’ face. Usually he’d comb his fringe and brush them out of his eyes, but his short hair doesn’t allow for such actions. So he opts for tracing the outline of his big ears, following it down his jawline to his chin. Every part of Lucas is so familiar, but it feels like Renjun’s discovering him for the first time.
He leans down, angling his face so that their mouths slot together. This is the part that never changes.
Lucas takes Renjun’s bottom lip between his teeth, nipping gently, soothing it with his tongue. Renjun closes his eyes and lets Lucas lead the way, not minding how lazily he does it. It just feels good.
It feels right.
When they’re done, Lucas kisses Renjun’s nose and collapses against the pillow. He’s asleep in a matter of seconds, leaving Renjun in the darkness by himself. The movements in the hallway have stopped completely. Not even the crickets sing at this time of the night.
“Happy birthday,” he murmurs to the sleeping boy.
The stars keep his wishes safe.