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The alcohol burns hotly on its way down Mikaela's throat. He’s not even sure what it is, just the cheap, yet effective transparent-colored stuff that he shoves under his bed for nights like tonight.
It’s currently one in the morning, on a quiet Thursday, and Mikaela feels wound tight. He can’t pinpoint just why exactly, since today was like any other day. The monotonous lectures and even more monotonous faces that he is surrounded by every single day in his classes seem to have become the normalcy of his routine. The people who walk by him every day, sit by him, or even look at him seem to simply blur into the background lately. The things that occupy Mikaela’s time during the day really just seem to drag no matter the activity, each hour lasting longer than the last. The clock seems to split the hours, minutes, seconds down to the infinite values that exist between, and Mikaela can feel each and every excruciatingly drug out moment.
He’s not sure why he’s so punishingly bored as of late, but nonetheless, here he is. One in the morning on a Thursday, with nothing but the red hot flavor of this nameless alcohol to occupy his time.
After another slow sip for no other purpose than to flirt with his sobriety, Mikaela sits up from where he was lying on his bed staring at the grey, empty ceiling. He scans his eyes across his room, looking for anything that may help to deter this night from turning any farther south than it already has.
He stands and walks over to his bookshelf, and grazes his fingers across the well worn spines of his favorite novels. He may not be very versed in the language of classic novels, but his shelf still is filled heavily with modern fiction. Tales of young, spiteful souls who are searching for their purpose in life. He definitely has a niche, and it’s not too uncommon for him to be caught up at five in the morning just absolutely absorbed in reading. It’s been a while since he got lost in a book like that though, a while since he’s been truly enveloped into the story as though he were physically there with the characters, feeling every syllable of emotion with them. At the moment though, he doesn’t think that there’s anything in his bookshelf that would ignite his fire on a night like tonight.
He turns towards his dresser, eyeing the top drawer. What is it that’s missing? What piece of his soul seems to have been lost in the decay of everyday life? Where has it gone and what will it take to get it back?
Walking over and sliding the dresser drawer open slowly, the first thing his eyes land upon is a shoebox. He smiles and reaches down to pull it out of where it’s slightly buried underneath what is mostly just random junk. Moving to sit on the floor with his back against the aged wood of the dresser and tucking a strand of light hair behind his ear, he opens the shoebox and starts his trek down memory lane.
He pulls out a movie ticket. Twilight. That’s hilarious. He has no idea why he kept this ticket after so long, but young Mikaela must have had a reason for deeming this piece of paper worthy of remaining within a box of memorabilia. He places the ticket stub back into the box.
The next thing he takes out is a magnet, cut and molded into the shape of a star. Again, why did this not make it onto any fridge, or any otherwise visible slab of metal? The star is iridescent pink, with hues of purple and blue striking back from the light above Mikaela's head. He feels the soft, almost velvet like texture of the resin, and the sharp edges of the magnet attached to the back. He flips the star over to look at the back.
Oh, hell. He remembers now why this pretty, but nonetheless unimportant magnet is in this box. He laughs softly to himself while reminiscing on the flood of memories coming to him now.
“Come on, Mikaela. You only live once!”
Mikaela shudders. “You did not just say that to me. One, ew. Two, yes I have one life but I would rather not spend it grounded.”
“You worry too much, your foster parents won’t even notice you’re gone. Just steal a house key and meet me tonight after they go to sleep.”
He sighs, resigned to his fate. Although stupid as it may be to sneak out, it also seems like fun.
“Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll see you tonight. Although, I’m not even sure what you have planned. Mind chiming me in on what we are doing that I have to sneak out for?”
“Nope, it’s a surprise! See you after dark sweet cheeks.” The phone clicks in Mikaela’s ear, and he slowly drags it down the side of his face to fall dramatically onto the floor.
That night, young fifteen year old Mikaela had stolen a house key off of one of his foster parents' key rings, quietly faded into the darkness and locked the door behind him. He then met up with his new friend Lacus at a convenient store not too far from his house, and they walked. They walked until their feet hurt, and they talked until their throats were sore from laughing. They quietly made their way through the surrounding neighborhoods, making sure to hide in bushes if any dogs had started barking to alert their presence out past curfew. That night, Mikaela had also stolen this particular magnet from the store they had originally met up at as a keepsake for this unremarkable yet memorable night.
Looking up and away from the resin magnet resting in his palm, twenty-two year old Mikaela now had a plan. He had nobody to meet up with, and no specific destination in mind, but Mikaela was going to leave his apartment and walk until something about his life finally made sense again.
Getting up off the floor and pulling a black jacket over his plain blue t-shirt and grey cotton shorts, Mikaela took one last long drag from that fiery nameless alcohol, grabbed his phone, and locked his front door behind him on the way out.
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About an hour into his walk, Mikaela is starting to think this plan was fucking stupid. What was he trying to accomplish? Was he trying to find a sliver of interest in the trash lying in the street? Or in the empty black windows of whatever street stores occupy this block? Was this supposed to free him from the constricting boredom he feels?
Because it doesn’t.
If anything, he can feel it teasing the nerves in his neck similar to a noose. This was so stupid. He has never been to this part of town before, but he can’t imagine anything of interest this late at night. At least nothing that would interest him. He passed a few bars seemingly notorious for college students, but there was nothing in there that he couldn’t achieve at home for free.
He could hear the loud cacophony of students fading into the distance as he continued to walk down towards the corner of the block. He hears the laughter of a young woman as she tries to explain to her drunk friend that no, you shouldn’t eat that flower. I know it looks yummy baby, but no. Mikaela suddenly remembers being exactly that drunk friend, eating a pretty white flower from a flowerbed that belonged to a bar which he had spent a lot of money at. He also remembers his friends (who did not try to stop him like the young woman now) laughing as he proceeded to vomit all of the alcohol he had just recently consumed. Who knew something so pretty could be so bitter.
He sighs as he remembers when life was a bit more colorful. When he didn’t find himself drowning in his aloneness nearly every night.
His friends Lacus and Rene, who had stayed by his side through both high school and college, had recently graduated with their bachelors and proceeded to melt into their lives outside of this town, and away from Mikaela.
It’s not that he has a hard time making friends, but with only half a semester left until he himself moves into his big adult life, the desire to make any new friends just seemed to dissipate. And while this seemed logical a few weeks ago, it is now the core to his current funk that he cannot seem to dig himself out of.
Not that this spontaneous walk is helping much. Now, all he has along with his loneliness smiling mockingly down upon him, is sore feet and cold hands.
“Oh shit-“
Something large and solid suddenly slams into his back, knocking him forward onto his hands and knees. He can feel broken glass dig into his palms, slicing the numb skin and making them feel somehow even colder.
What?
After taking a second to breathe through the pain now radiating through his wrists and up his forearms, he slowly lifts his eyes to see whatever it was that just put him in this nasty, and now bloody predicament.
“Oh my god, I’m so fucking sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to run into you!”
Green eyes, sweaty skin that shines from the yellow street lamps above them, and black tousled hair which could honestly use a proper comb through. Also wearing a simple grey tee and some black shorts with headphones wrapped around his neck this young man looks like he was out on a… midnight run? Weird.
“Dude, what the fuck.” Mikaela hisses.
“I’m sorry! Gah- wow. I was just running and I looked down at my phone for a second! I’m the worst. Please, let me help you up.” The young man crouches down and reaches out his hands towards Mikaela, who flinches back very slightly. “Are you okay?” He questions softly after noticing the slight movement.
“I mean, besides my hands I think I’m fine.” Mikaela rudely answers back. He lifts his hands into the light of the street lamp and notices a considerable amount of blood pooling in the lines of his palms. It’s slightly worse on his left hand, dripping off the side and down his wrist.
“Damn, that looks bad.” The young man says dumbly.
“Yeah, feels pretty shit too.”
“Please let me help you, I have a first aid kit back in my apartment down the block. I can run and grab it! Be right back! Don’t move!”
Before Mikaela can even blink, the young man is up and running the opposite direction in which he came, and sharply turns the corner once he reaches the end of the block.
He balances himself up onto his feet again, standing still, not sure what to do with himself at the moment. He looks back down to his hands which are starting to ache something awful, and prays that this mysterious midnight runner returns quickly so that he can get patched up and get the fuck back home. This night was not only a bust, but a painful reminder as to why he doesn’t often leave his own apartment. Nothing good comes after one in the morning.
After a few long minutes, the man returns with a white box and a bottle of vodka.
“Sorry, I’m out of anything medically disinfectant. This should help for the moment though. Here, sit down and put your hands out for me.”
Mikaela hesitates, looking around for a brief moment, but follows the strange man a few yards to a nearby bench and sits, holding his hands a few farther inches out than they were before.
“My name is Yuu, by the way. Again, I’m really sorry about this. I don’t normally run into people when I go on my runs at night.”
Mikaela doesn’t say anything back, just watches as the young man - Yuu - opens the box and pulls out some gauze, wipes, and what looks like a tube of Neosporin. He notices the silence and glances up at Mikaela quickly before his eyes fall back down to the injured hands in front of him.
Yuu gently grabs Mikaela's palm and proceeds to slowly wipe some of the excess blood and dirt off, checking for any glass that may have stuck inside the cuts along Mikaela’s skin. When he doesn’t see any he moves to cleaning the next hand. He then looks up at Mikaela.
“This is gonna hurt, I’m sorry.”
Yuu then twists off the cap of the vodka, and slowly pours it onto the bleeding hands in front of him.
Mikaela closes his eyes as the fire reaches his exposed nerves. He uses every ounce of willpower not to clench his hands into fists at the pain searing through his palms and up into his forearms. Slowly, as he begins to breathe heavily and intentionally through his nose, the pain begins to recede. His eyes are still shut as he feels soft fingers touch the backs of his hands.
“Are you okay?” Yuu asks, almost too quiet to hear.
“I’m fine. It’s fine.” Mikaela quietly but sharply rasps.
“Alright, let me finish with wrapping the gauze around your hands and then you should be good to go. I would check in the morning just in case, but none of the cuts seemed so deep that you needed stitches.” Yuu’s voice is tender, almost in direct opposition to the actions that led him into this moment. He then slowly wraps the bandages around Mikaela’s hands, pausing briefly whenever he accidentally elicits a hiss from Mikaela.
“Thank you.” His hands are now wrapped in soft white, and his head is suddenly heavy from the adrenaline of pain washing through him quickly and leaving him feeling hollow. “My name is Mikaela.”
Yuu smiles, a gentle but genuine smile that reassures Mikaela for some reason. They hold eye contact for a brief moment.
“Well, I should let you go, I’m not sure what you were doing before I ran into you but again, I’m so sorry that this happened.” Yuu clicks his tongue and sounds a bit withdrawn, but still sincere in his apology.
“It’s okay. I probably should have worn a lighter colored jacket or something.” Mikaela refers down to his black jacket, which has been zipped up almost to the collar. “I don’t normally walk this late at night.”
Yuu laughs quietly, seemingly a reminder to himself that yes, it’s almost two in the morning at this point.
“I can tell. In a totally not rude way, of course. Sorry.”
Mikaela smiles. “I just had to get out of my apartment. It felt suffocating.” He has no idea why he is explaining this to a stranger right now, but late hours always seem to bend the perception of what’s normal to Mikaela. So he goes with it. “And I forgive you, by the way. You can stop apologizing.”
Yuu looks at him for a long moment. “Okay.” Another pregnant pause. “Well, are you planning on heading back home now? If I’m being honest, I wouldn’t mind some company right now.” He then gestures to an empty playground across the street, and holds up the bottle of vodka. Mikaela can feel his buzz from earlier in the night fading away, and with it comes the gnawing sense of anxiety deep in his stomach. Something in the back of his mind whispers to him.
You have already been spontaneous enough tonight. No need to continue by hanging out with a practical stranger.
Even with this warning pasted to the back of his brain, there’s something about these few seconds that keep a hold of Mikaela. Right now, these seconds don’t feel infinitesimal. The moments around the growing decimals aren’t slowly choking him like usual. Right now, the infinite spaces in between one millisecond and another seem to be opening up and attempting to show him something that sends a small spark of interest to his mind. What that is, he’s not sure. But he can’t let it go.
This may have been what he was looking for tonight.
“As long as you promise not to murder me, I could also use the company.”
Yuu grins, his teeth flashing beautifully in the dim light above.
“Great, there’s some swings over there. Let’s go?” Yuu then suddenly stands from the bench they had been occupying, and waits for Mikaela to follow him across the street and to the rusty set of swings on the playground.
Mikaela walks slowly to the farthest swing on the left, then turns and sits down into the hanging chair. He starts kicking his feet casually along the loose gravel while Yuu takes a large swig of the vodka.
Handing the bottle to Mikaela and sitting down in the next swing over, Yuu speaks.
“You know, I’ve never actually been to this playground before. Even though I practically live across from it.”
“I mean that’s not too unusual, considering you’re an adult.”
“Oh come on, being an adult doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t enjoy things that you enjoyed as a kid! Swing sets for example, are practically deadly to children, yet you see kids crawling all over them all the time. They should be the ones who society deems unworthy of swings.” Yuu monologues.
“Right, whatever you say, Yuu.” Mikaela smiles as he takes his first sip of vodka from the bottle. He’s not the biggest fan of vodka, or clear liquor in general, but he’s not one to be picky at the moment.
“You know I’m right. Come on, when have you ever done something that you once did as a kid and didn’t enjoy it?”
Mikaela practically barks out his laughter, shocking Yuu a bit.
“Sorry, ah- I didn’t mean to be so loud. It’s just that tonight, I went on this walk to attempt to relive a memory of sneaking out when I was in high school.”
“Oh yeah?” Yuu questions. “And?”
“And what?”
“Are you enjoying it?”
That seems to stop time briefly, reminding Mikaela of everything that’s happened tonight. At first, he hated his decision to come on this walk. Walking by busy bars full of students, smelling vomit around every alleyway, and then suddenly slicing his hands open from a stranger pummeling into him. He glances down and unfurls his hands from around the bottle in his lap, looking into the bandages wrapped sweetly around his palms. He looks back up to Yuu.
“I think I am now.”
Yuu smiles, soft and slow. “Good then. My point stands.”
“What are you doing out so late? Why don’t you run in the morning like a normal person?” Mikaela questions.
Yuu rolls his eyes at the comment, but doesn’t argue. “I can’t sleep very well at night, so it’s just become a habit for me to unwind at night with a quick run around a block or two. Helps to clear some stress from the day as well.” Yuu looks solemnly at the light above their heads, which casts some shadows along the angles of his face. Mikaela traces the shadows with his eyes.
“What stress?” He asks quietly.
Yuu looks back towards Mikaela, meeting his eyes. “Work, family, the usual.”
Right. The usual. Not so much for Mikaela.
“Ah, family.” He takes another pull of the vodka, feeling the burn as he hands it back to Yuu.
“You have some family problems? Feel free to share if you want, nothing like pouring out all the complaints you have to a stranger late into the night.”
Mikaela can feel the muscles in his cheeks twitch, as though he would like to smile at the total irony of tonight. “I would, if I had a family to complain about.” He sighs while Yuu remains silent. “I was in foster care since I was 8 years old. Now that I’m a legal adult in the eyes of the state, my last foster family couldn’t receive any more income from me, so they pretty much cut me off as soon as the opportunity arose. I started college off of scholarships and such, and I haven’t heard from them since.”
Yuu remains silent for a moment or two, continuing to drink from the bottle while the new information sinks in.
“I’m sorry, I’m not sure why I’m spilling all of this to you. You’re the one who went on a night run because you’re stressed.”
Yuu smirks. “It’s okay. And just for the record, you’re the one who went on a midnight walk to chase some high school memories.”
“Hey!” They laugh together for the first time, and something between them shifts. Like an invisible ribbon was frozen, then as it thaws it begins to unwind and reveal each inch is made of a brighter colored thread than the last.
Maybe it’s the vodka finally warming him up. Maybe.
“It’s cold out here. Not to be that person, but if you’re up to it, you can come up to my place and we could continue this conversation?” Yuu injects, asking softly enough as to not scare off Mikaela, but still friendly enough to be casual. There’s not much to lose at this point, and Mikaela doesn’t necessarily feel like Yuu is a serial killer, so he agrees.
“Sure, but only if you have more alcohol. We’re nearly out.” Mikaela points to the glass in Yuu’s lap, which is about a fourth of the way full.
Yuu raises an eyebrow at Mikaela and smiles, then silently gets up from his swing and again waits for him to follow before walking back across the street.
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Yuu lives on the third floor of the building across and down the street from the park they had been taking up space in. The first floor is home to a few of the bars Mikaela passed on the way here, and once Mikaela finds himself standing in Yuu’s small living room, he is surprised to find that he cannot hear any of the sounds that should be coming from below them.
“Huh, it’s quieter than I expected.”
Yuu turns and looks over his shoulder at Mikaela as he reaches up to his cabinets and opens them, revealing a halfway decent stash of liquor.
“Yeah, the insulation in this building really helps with any noise coming from the bar. Hey, Mika, do you want anything specific? I have beer, and I’m willing to part ways with some of my whiskey.”
Mika. “Mika?” He can’t remember the last time someone called him by that nickname.
“Yeah, sorry, is that okay? Mikaela is a beautiful name but it’s a bit of a mouthful.” Yuu replies sheepishly, as if he’s embarrassed.
Mikaela blushes slightly from the compliment. “Sure, that’s fine. And I would love some whiskey, no preference for how it’s poured.”
Yuu hums a bit triumphantly and reaches for two glasses next to the kitchen sink. He then moves the glasses, the bottle of whiskey, and a lime that he must have grabbed from his fridge to the small island, and starts to slice the lime into quarters.
Mikaela smiles at the act. Yuu must know how well limes do to neutralize the bitterness of whiskey. Or maybe he just enjoys the taste. As Yuu continues to slice the limes, Mika turns around and looks at the apartment. It’s small, with the entry leading into a kitchen and living room, the only thing delineating the two being the island Yuu is currently standing at. He looks to his left and sees a small corridor with three doors. One on each side, and one at the end. Two of the doors are shut, but the one on the right is slightly ajar, assuming it’s from where Yuu ran off to quickly to change into jeans when they got here. The light from inside is softly spilling into the dark hallway.
Mikaela stifles his curiosity and turns back to Yuu.
“So, mysterious stranger who goes on night runs and lives above a crowded bar, what else do you do? You have to be more than just first aid kits and whiskey.” He tries to casually ask, nervous in the way he himself is actually interested in Yuu.
As Yuu walks around the side of the island and sits down onto his couch in the living room, beckoning Mikaela towards him with a full glass of whiskey and lime outstretched in his hands, he answers.
“Well, I work at the bar downstairs.” Mikaela raises an eyebrow at that. He probably should have seen that coming. “I also take classes online to at least try and make some progress on my degree. But for now I’m just living and enjoying the time that passes.” Yuu looks at Mikaela as he takes the first sip from his glass. “What about you, Mika? Surely you’re more than someone trying to awaken a beast from the past.”
Mika smiles and takes his own first sip, relishing the burn of decent alcohol for the first time all night. The sweetness of the lime mixes with the whiskey in a way that makes his tongue tingle in satisfaction.
“I’m graduating with my bachelors after this semester, and I don’t have a job. So I really may be just that person.” Someone trying to stave off the inevitable act of growing up. “I’m getting my degree in English, though. Specifically literature. So maybe that’s something.”
“That is something. You say that as if a degree isn’t something to be proud of.”
Mikaela looks up at Yuu, feeling some sort of tension for the first time since right after he pummeled into Mika. He ignores it.
“Yeah, maybe.” He continues to drink slowly from his glass, enjoying the small distraction from whatever just tugged sharply at his heart.
“Seriously Mika, you should be proud of yourself. Getting a college degree is exciting, and I know you must have gone through a lot in order to get to this point.” Yuu must be referring to the fact he doesn’t have parents to help him through school.
“If I’m being honest, college has been a little too easy. I have scholarships because my grades were good in high school, and more scholarships from being a foster kid, so I never needed help financially. The classes are easy, especially since I don’t have a job to take up my time. Maybe I’m not that excited because it really wasn’t that hard for me to get here.” Mikaela sheepishly looks towards Yuu hoping that he doesn’t hear his words as a brag of any sort. Nothing about Yuu’s expression changes, so he continues. “But, thank you. It’s nice to have someone care about something I do for once. I’ve been pretty lonely this semester, and just so, so fucking bored.” Mika holds the glass up to his cheek and tilts his head towards Yuu. His green eyes have not left him since they sat down, even when taking drags from his own glass.
“Why don’t we do something about that then?” Yuu sets down his drink on the end table beside the couch. He stands up quickly, going over to his entertainment center full of video game consoles and movies. He reaches into a cabinet and pulls out a large speaker, pressing a button and powering it to life. Mikaela hears the chime of Bluetooth connecting the speaker to what he assumes is Yuu’s phone. “Any requests?” Yuu hesitates, as if he’s standing on the edge of a cliff and awaiting permission to jump.
“No, go ahead.”
“Suit yourself. This is my ‘get out of bed you lazy piece of shit’ playlist. It has some pretty good vibes, if I do say so myself.” Yuu winks, and Mikaela laughs at his youthful use of language.
Suddenly, a wave of vibrant music with heavy bass starts to bleed through the living room. He smiles, because he loves music like this.
Yuu runs to the end of the room, and flips a couple lights. The bright white of the living room suddenly switches to a pulsing pink, blue and green, which happens to be matching the beat of the music flooding Mikaela’s ears.
“I am always prepared for a dance party!” Yuu yells over the music, as if he was awaiting the question Mika must have on his face. Yuu starts to move towards Mikaela, and reaches his hands out as if to help him off the couch.
Mikaela looks down at the hands in front of him, then after a moment gently intertwines his fingers with Yuu’s, careful of the bandages still wrapping his palms and the drink still in one of his hands. He raises to his feet and follows Yuu’s lead.
Yuu moves him a few feet in front of the couch, then slowly takes the drink out of Mikaela’s hand to set it down next to his on a side table. The brush of Yuu’s fingers against his as he slowly grabs the glass feels more intimate than the hand he’s currently holding in his other palm. Yuu turns back and rejoins the hands that had separated. He raises their hands above their bodies, and starts to move, flowing and shifting with the energy of the beat surrounding them. Mikaela follows his lead, starting to slowly feel whatever was wound so tightly inside of him at the beginning of the night unravel.
The beat changes with each passing song, but they don’t slow down. They continue to move and bounce, increasing their paces as if leading up to the start of a race and they are revving their engines.
Mikaela closes his eyes and let’s the dark blues and reds sink into the beat behind his eyelids as he succumbs to the feeling wrapping itself around him. It’s like a warm breeze, but instead of warmth giving him a sense of calm, it’s pure energy enveloping every one of his nerves and tracing outlines of his skeleton into his skin. He let’s go of Yuu’s hands and starts to feel himself, as if he’s looking for something along his shoulders, neck, face, and up into his hair. As he winds his fingers through his hair his mouth drops open and his breath starts to come in sync with the sound around him.
Every part of himself, body and soul, is alight with fire. He is one with the music, and finally gives in to what he knows he has been missing from his life. What he had started this night in search of.
The realization that he found what it is he had been so desperate enough to go looking for in dark streets and old memories starts to burn behind his eyelids. He opens his eyes and tilts his head up towards the pulsating colors, and he lets the tears build until they fall over his eyelashes. The tears reflect the multitude of colors and catch Yuu’s attention, who was just as enveloped in his own world as Mikaela is his.
Mikaela suddenly feels a featherlight touch to his temple. He tilts his head towards Yuu, who is looking at him with a surprised but kind expression. The green’s of Yuu’s eyes continue to ebb and flow with the pulse of the light, reflecting in them something that is mesmerizing to Mikaela.
The fingertips on his temple shift into a warm palm cupping the side of his face, and he feels Yuu drag his thumb across his cheek, leaving a trail of wetness that reflects the same pulse that Mikaela sees in Yuu’s eyes.
He feels another hand softly drag up the back of his forearm, and rest just above his elbow. It’s only then that he realizes they have stopped moving. He can still feel the movement of energy in the lights, in all the reflections around him, and he can still feel his heartbeat synced up with the heavy wave of the current song.
Mikaela once again feels that energy, winding through him and packing him in like a parachute, just waiting to be deployed at a moment's notice. The voice in the back of his brain telling him to quit the spontaneity is silent. The only thing he hears is the music and the only thing he feels is the pull of Yuu’s face, as it grows closer to his own.
He thinks about the infinite numerical values attached to this moment again. The space between Yuu and Mikaela grows smaller with every infinite second, and after what seems like a value he doesn’t have the mind to describe, he feels Yuu’s lips press against his own.
Suddenly, the solemn and energetic music shifts into something deeper. The music cascading through his mind matches with the effect that Yuu is having on him right now.
The slow drag of each melody syncs up with the movement of their lips, and the intense beat collides with their own breaths. Yuu guides Mikaela’s mouth open, and he begins to explore the sensations with his tongue. Softly at first, but easily melting into one another, they exchange the flavor of whiskey and the vibrancy of lime between them.
He may not be stone cold sober, but Mikaela feels his high from the energy flowing between them begin to peak. The heavy bass in the music somehow drops even lower, and Yuu takes the shift with stride by sliding his hands slowly down the back of Mikaela’s arms, down his thighs, until he is suddenly lifted into the air. They break apart and he wraps his legs around Yuu’s waist as Yuu begins to move, with no direction in mind.
The exact moment that Mikaela’s back hits a wall, Yuu clashes his mouth against his once more. This time, the chaotic energy of the song leads them into something that is an intense mixture of teeth and saliva, and he reaches for purchase anywhere his hands may find. He slides his fingers through the surprisingly soft black hair atop Yuu’s head, and clenches his fists tight. He finds that there is still some lingering pain from the cuts on his palms, but it is otherwise worth it from the low groan that echoes into Mikaela’s mouth at Yuu’s hair being so roughly pulled.
Yuu pulls himself closer to Mika then he ever thought he could get, and begins to drag his mouth along the side of Mikaela’s face until he is slowly kissing down his neck, and leaving hot trails where his tongue had unashamedly dragged along Mikaela’s skin.
Mika takes a moment to breathe, gasping for air and opening his eyes towards the ceiling, clenching them shut again as Yuu begins to roll his hips into Mikaela’s.
“Oh my god,” Mika rasps, his voice lower than he expected.
“Yeah, oh my god.” Yuu interrupts with a bite into the skin of Mika’s neck. The gravel of his voice makes Mikaela moan in sync with the next roll of Yuu’s hips.
As the beat continues to weave itself through Mika and Yuu’s minds, Yuu questions Mika.
“What do you want, Mika?”
He takes a second to compose his scrambled brain, and thinks about it. There is something here. Something in this moment that feels like the final curtain. He’s not sure what’s behind it, but he knows he’s not stopping now, not when he’s found what he has needed for so long.
“I’m not sure, but I know it’s something with you.” He quietly answers after a moment. Yuu let’s Mikaela’s feet back onto the ground, and he places his hands on each side of Mika’s face. Mika pulls Yuu in until their foreheads are resting against each other, and he looks into Yuu's eyes. The darkness that bled its way into his eyes from the intensity of kissing has slightly dissipated, and been replaced with genuine curiosity. “And I for sure know that I don't want to stop.”
The dark has returned to Yuu’s eyes, which slide closed as he finds Mikaela’s lips again.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I don’t want to stop either.” Yuu breathes hot against Mika’s mouth.
Sudden courage finds its way to Mikaela, and he shoves Yuu off of him, startling him until the backs of his knees find the edge of the couch and he falls back with Mikaela quickly crawling onto his lap. He captures Yuu’s mouth with his own, a sense of urgency once again behind his movements.
With the music still narrating the story unfolding before him, Mikaela begins to unzip his jacket, and shed it off his shoulders. As soon as Yuu notices the turn of events, he begins to grab at the hem of Mika’s T-shirt, and Mika lifts his arms above his head as Yuu proceeds to rid Mika of this one article of clothing. As soon as he is exposed, Yuu finds and places a solid kiss to the center of Mika’s chest. His hands wrap around Mika’s back, and feel like hot brands dragging across his spine.
Mika reaches between them towards the hem of Yuu’s shirt, sliding his fingertips underneath to feel the soft skin above Yuu’s belt. He can feel Yuu’s stomach twitching at the touch, and takes that as an invitation to slide his hands fully onto the planes of Yuu’s skin. Yuu’s hands leave Mikaela’s body to quickly discard himself of his own shirt, then they settle back with a tight grip on Mikaela’s hips. He can feel the urgency in Yuu’s hold, so as Mika slides his tongue into Yuu’s mouth he shifts his hips down onto Yuu’s heavily.
The grip that Yuu has on Mikaela’s hips seems to get even tighter, while he begins to push and pull and lead Mikaela’s hips into a smooth rhythm that for the first time all night begins to break the sync with the music still filling their ears.
After a few frustrating moments of trying to gain friction between himself and Yuu, he feels Yuu’s hips sharply rise and bite him perfectly. He releases a moan that he should be more ashamed of, but it only seems to spur Yuu on even more as he begins to take the lead again and grind up into Mika. Yuu then releases his death grip on Mika’s hips and laces both of his hands through the hair at the base of Mika’s scalp and grips harshly in order to regain the semblance of control that the hold on Mika’s hips had given him just seconds prior.
“I want to break you apart, until you can’t think about anything but the feeling of my cock deep inside of you.” Yuu rasps out slowly against Mika’s lips, each syllable teasing the inside of Mika’s brain as the blonde proceeds to blush all the way down to the center of his chest.
“Please, please god please,” Mikaela begs, gripping the biceps wrapped around his shoulders.
Taking that as a confirmation, Yuu quickly grabs Mikaela’s thighs and proceeds to flip them over. Mika’s head now resting on the arm of the couch, Yuu hovering over him hauntingly. The silhouette that Yuu’s outline makes against the still pulsating colors nearly brings Mika to tears again, but before he can think about it Yuu has spread Mika’s legs almost painfully wide, and grinds down perfectly. The way that Yuu has now aligned himself and Mika’s prominent erections together tears a near scream out of Mika’s throat as he throws his head back at the sensation.
Almost as if he can’t help himself, Yuu dives back down towards the column of Mika’s throat, slowly dragging the flat of his tongue from the hollow in Mika’s collar to the tip of his chin.
Not being able to decide between the two sensations occurring at the moment, one of Mika’s hands flies up to grip onto the hair on Yuu’s head while the other reaches between them to start fumbling with the belt of Yuu’s jeans. Yuu takes the hint and sits back on his heels, slowly undoing the clasp on his belt as he continues to keep eye contact with Mikaela. Once he slides his belt from the loops around his waist he grips Mika’s wrists and moves them slowly up to hang above Mika’s head. This movement causes Yuu’s face to line up perfectly with Mika’s, their noses almost touching.
“Keep your hands above your head, don’t move them or I will tie this belt down and around your wrists.” Yuu’s voice is thick and serious, and as much as Mikaela wants to tempt and push Yuu to do just exactly that, he finds his arms freezing in place above his head. Yuu’s hands slide teasingly and slow down the inside of Mika’s arms. “Good boy, stay still for me.”
Mikaela stifles a whine in the back of his throat, but doesn’t hesitate to drop his jaw open as Yuu begins to kiss him again, dipping his tongue inside the warmth of Mikaela’s mouth, as if slowly opening him up. The thought makes every muscle in Mika’s body clench in anticipation.
“You have a much dirtier mouth than I expected from you.” Mika comments, his lips achingly close to Yuu’s, and his blush still heavy on his cheeks.
Yuu smiles, darkly. “I can tell you enjoy it.”
He does, so much.
Yuu begins to move his mouth once again down Mikaela’s neck, but this time he starts to crawl slowly down Mikaela’s body, leaving trails of what feel like a mixture of ice and fire behind. As Yuu kisses the flat center of Mika’s chest again, he wonders if Yuu can feel his heartbeat trying to escape the cavity in his ribs.
Yuu moves his face to the left, hovering his open mouth above one of Mikaela’s nipples. His slow, hot breathing begins to dampen the area, as Mikaela breathes quickly and doesn’t think he will be able to handle much more of Yuu’s teasing, especially if this is just the beginning. As Yuu finally descends down upon Mika’s chest, the sensitivity in his nipples built up towards its peak, his eyes roll back into his head as he arches his entire back into the feeling. Yuu proceeds to continue his torment on the other side of his chest, not caring about how long it takes to wind Mika up again.
Just as he feels like he’s about to burst from the sensations along his upper body, he’s sharply reminded of the other, harder issue between his still widely spread legs as Yuu trails feather light touches along the outline in his cotton shorts. A quick rush of breath leaves Mika’s lungs as he ruts his hips up against thin air, chasing the feeling of Yuu’s fingertips.
His eyes lowering back down from Mika’s face, Yuu begins to slowly crawl down Mika’s body once again, his nose tracing the jut of his hips and the fine hair below Mika’s navel. Slowly, Yuu's fingertips find their place again, but this time they have slid under the layers of clothing at Mika’s waist. As Yuu starts to pull down the soft cotton of Mika’s shorts and boxers, he begins mouthing at Mikaela’s hips, nipping and sucking slowly.
Mika continues to attempt to find friction, anywhere. He knows he seems desperate, but he can tell that Yuu is enjoying the look on Mika’s face and the sharp twitches of his body, so he can’t find it in himself to care.
He remembers just hours ago, feeling so wound up tight that he wanted to burst from anger, and frustration. Now, he feels so wound up from a completely different sensation that he almost laughs to himself.
The thought is cut short and Mika groans loud as Yuu places the flat of his tongue at the base of Mika’s cock, and drags slowly, so slowly up to the tip. Yuu flicks his tongue at the bead of precome spilling out of the tip, and then turns his head to start kissing at the conjunction of Mika’s thigh and hip. The hot wetness of Yuu’s tongue leaves an icy chill along his length.
The fact that Yuu is so aware of every move he makes and knows exactly what they will cause Mika to feel makes his heart clench in his chest. He’s not sure if it’s excitement at Yuu’s experience being able to actually give him a good time, or if it's the feeling of synchronization between the two of them. He hardly knows this man, but Yuu is reading his body like it’s his favorite book, and Mika is well past the point of complaining.
Suddenly, Yuu’s face is very close to Mika’s own again, as Yuu halts his teasing.
“Wait here. Don’t move, I want you right where you are when I get back. Keep your beautiful legs spread for me, baby.”
Mika moans at the compliment, and Yuu is off of him in an instant. The sudden loss of Yuu in the room leaves Mika feeling anxious. His body is still strung tight to the point of snapping, and his cock is hanging heavy between his spread legs, Mika lies still and tries to calm his breathing. He closes his eyes and listens to the music, breathing in sync with the beat. This does nothing to calm him down though, he knows there’s only one way of releasing this energy building inside of him.
Suddenly, after only a few moments of stillness, Yuu’s fingertips are tracing down the middle of Mika’s chest, down to his naval and around the edges of where Mika’s cock lies on his stomach. Startling his eyes open, Mika sees Yuu standing above him, as he begins to slowly unbutton his jeans. He smirks slowly as he sees Mika’s eyes trace the movement of his hands.
“Look at you, so obedient to me. Tell me, how bad do you want me?”
“So bad.” Mika doesn’t hesitate. “So fucking bad.”
“Hmm, I know, patience baby. You’re being so good.”
Mika keens at the praise, not knowing why Yuu’s words are affecting him so deeply. Yuu then starts to push his jeans down his legs, revealing each inch of beautiful tanned legs that Mikaela has been beyond excited to see. He’s also very aware of the other extremity he has been excited to see since this began. Yuu’s cock hangs heavy between his legs, and Mika can feel himself salivating at the sight.
Yuu quirks his eyebrow at Mika’s concentrated face. “You like what you see?” He shrugs confidently.
“Let me taste you, please.” Mika practically begs.
Yuu waits a moment only for the purpose of continuing his trend of relentless teasing. “On your knees baby.”
Mika immediately obeys, his knees finding the ground in front of Yuu so fast that he knows he is going to wake up to bruises.
His attention is now a million percent on the large cock in front of him. He decides to finally grab back some of the control he has so wantonly lost during the night, and he slowly trails his fingertips up the inside of Yuu’s thighs, barely brushing the soft hair that grows there. He leans in to kiss at the junction of Yuu’s hip, purposefully avoiding brushing anything other than his hair against Yuu’s cock, which twitches at the light sensation. He licks at Yuu's skin, twirling his tongue in what he knows is a tease for what's about to happen. At the same time, his still bandaged hand reaches up and wraps around the base of Yuu’s length, gripping tightly. Yuu moans deep, and his eyes never leave Mika. Making sure to maintain the eye contact that Yuu seems to grasp onto, Mika descends onto Yuu’s cock, taking him into his mouth and down to the base in one go.
The sensation of Mika’s throat around his entire length causes Yuu to break eye contact, shutting his eyes and lifting his face towards the ceiling. Not for long though, as Mika begins to slowly drag his lips around Yuu’s girth, he manages to find his eyes again while he also feels two large hands twist themselves into Mika’s hair.
“I want to fuck your pretty throat so bad.” Yuu says, as if he is straining himself.
Mika wants that too, unashamedly. He gives his consent with a slight nod, and slowly succumbs his face and jaw into full relaxation. His eyelids droop heavily, and his mouth and tongue are slack as Yuu’s cock twitches in excitement at the confirmation.
Gripping Mika’s hair painfully tight with both fists, Yuu begins to slowly fuck into Mika’s throat. Mika makes sure to breathe steadily through the rhythm so as to not gag around the intrusion, and soon finds himself drooling out the sides of his lips and down onto his own thighs. The wet, dirty sound that Yuu’s cock and Mika’s throat are making almost hypnotizes him, and only the sudden loss of the weight on his tongue breaks him out of his trance.
“Come here” Yuu speaks roughly as he pulls Mikaela up to his feet, and proceeds to twist them around, forcing Mika’s back against another wall as Yuu attacks his mouth. The dirtiness of Yuu kissing him after fucking his mouth makes Mika feel weak in the knees, and Yuu presses the full length of his body against Mika’s in order to keep him upright. They continue to make out sloppily for a few moments before Yuu pulls back and rests his forehead against Mika’s again, looking deep into his eyes.
“Where the fuck have you been all my life?” Yuu smiles tenderly.
“Obviously not where I’m supposed to be.” Mika replies, the intimacy of the moment a splinter down the center of his chest. Yuu proceeds to kiss him again, deeply and unashamed.
Mika feels the naked, velvety skin of Yuu’s still wet cock against his own and breaks into a moan, the moment heating back up just as quickly as it simmered down.
Suddenly, he finds himself twisted around to face the wall, and he braces his hands along the grey plaster as Yuu starts kissing at his shoulders. Seemingly out of nowhere, a cold and slick fingertip finds its way to Mika’s entrance. Mika stills, not sure whether to pull away or push back against the feeling. The fingertip slowly circles around the perimeter of his hole.
Deciding he has had just about enough of this endless edging, he pushes his hips back sharply until the tip of Yuu’s slicked finger breaches his hole, eliciting a gasp from both of them.
“You’re so needy, god damn. I can’t wait to fuck you.” Yuu moans.
“If you can’t wait then why don’t you get to it already?”
“Because, I can tell that you’re relishing in anticipation.” Yuu says as he begins to slowly drag his finger in and out of Mika, his other finger once again teasing the fluttering rim. “And you are slowly opening up to me with every move I make” another finger joins the one inside him, and a shuddering exhale leaves Mika’s lungs. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” Yuu’s fingers start sliding in, out, in, out. Scissoring and opening Mika up to what he knows will fill him so totally and completely. “You’re going to be such a mess by the time I’m through with you, baby.”
The pet name, along with Yuu’s voice gliding it’s way into Mika’s ears like floating silk, finally breaks his reserve.
“I’m begging you, Yuu, please fuck me. Fuck me until I can’t think anymore. Fuck me until all I feel is you. I can’t stand it anymore.”
Without hesitation, as if this was exactly the begging mess of Mika he was waiting for, he pulls his fingers out and reaches to the nearby shelf where he must have placed a condom packet and lube earlier. He grabs the foil packet, rips it open with his teeth, and proceeds to roll the condom onto his length in what seems like one smooth motion.
Mika feels the head of Yuu’s cock at his hole, along with a soft kiss at the base of his nape. Then, as if he hadn’t spent the last hour teasing Mika to the brink several times over, Yuu slides his cock inside Mika to the hilt carefully but swiftly. Gasping, Mika reaches for purchase behind him and finds Yuu's hair, gripping it so tight that he is reminded again of the incident that somehow led to this.
“God, you feel so fucking good. So fucking tight.” Yuu breathes heavily into Mika’s ear, holding still while Mika adjusts to the shape of him.
A few moments pass, “Yuu, fucking move.”
Groaning deeply, Yuu slides his hands down Mika’s back, resting them above the curve of his ass.
“Sure thing, Mikaela.”
Then, without warning, a scream rips itself out of Mika’s throat as Yuu grips his hips tight and starts to fuck into Mika roughly.
Mika can feel Yuu everywhere. From the base of his spine to the tips of his ears, he only feels the rush of euphoria that is from Yuu’s relentless fucking.
Yuu’s heavy breathing and Mika’s wanton moaning mix into the air around them, and Mika is silently thanking the building manager for providing decent soundproofing on both ends. He really cannot control the noises coming out of his mouth now, as if he had much control before Yuu was inside of him. He feels completely enveloped in everything Yuu right now, so he can’t find a single shred of care left to give about anything other than the feeling of Yuu pounding deep inside of him and Yuu’s hands gripping his hips and Yuu, Yuu, Yuu.
“Fuck, I need to look at you.” Yuu rasps, as he quickly pulls out of Mika, leaving him feeling empty and breathless. Just as fast, Yuu twists him around and picks him up by his thighs again, motioning for Mika to wrap his legs around Yuu. He does, and immediately finds himself being impaled down onto Yuu’s cock once again. This time, as Yuu pistons his hips up as he pulls Mika’s down with an electrifying rhythm, Mika gets to look deep into the eyes of the person so completely unravelling him.
“You are so beautiful, the look on your face alone makes me want to come right now.”
Mika again flares up, his blush feeling as hot against his skin as Yuu’s hands on his ass.
Feeling a bit spiteful of all the teasing Yuu had tortured him with so beautifully earlier, Mika gasps out. “Oh come on now,” he meets Yuu’s eyes with a large smile that lights his face up “I know you- fuck- can do better than that.”
As if challenged to the death, Yuu growls and quickly moves Mika away from the wall and lays him back onto the couch roughly while his cock never leaves Mika’s ass. He pulls himself up, grabs Mika tightly by the inside of his knees and moves to practically fold Mika in half, while starting up a rhythm of fucking him again so quick and rough that Mika can feel tears spring into his eyes again, for the third time that night.
The new angle of Yuu’s cock suddenly finds that perfect spot deep within Mika, and Mika doesn’t recognize the nearly inhuman noise that comes out of his mouth.
“There we go, baby, tell me again how I can do better?”
“Fuck- I can’t- Fuck, it’s so good!”
Yuu smiles, and grinds himself into Mika, pulling himself out all the way and back into Mika’s gaping hole.
With the continuous assault of Yuu’s cock against his prostate, Mika begins to feel the crest of his pleasure crawl it’s way up the nerves in his spine.
“Yuu- I- I’m so fucking close-“
“I know baby, me too.” Yuu starts to shudder as he feels his own impending crest of pleasure begin to overtake his body. “Come for me, right now.”
“Oh god, Yuu!”
“Right now Mikaela, come hard for me.”
Mika suddenly goes blind with pleasure, his body possessed and quaking violently. He comes so hard that he nearly blacks out, and spills his release all over his own overly sensitive chest. At the same time, Yuu leans down and bites hard into the muscle of Mika’s neck, nearly drawing blood. He feels Yuu’s cock at his core begin to flood warmth inside of him, and Yuu himself shudders and groans deep and gravelly as he grinds himself so deep into Mika that he doesn’t think he will ever be able to think straight again.
After a few moments of heavy breathing and attempting to descramble their brains from the orgasm they just shared, Yuu unlatches his jaw from Mika’s neck, and lifts himself up enough to look into Mika’s eyes.
They stare at each other for a long time, before they both burst out in loud laughter. Yuu pulls his softening cock from Mika’s ass, both of them slightly cringing at the oversensitivity of their bodies, and sits up in between Mika’s legs.
“Holy shit, that was- I don’t even know what that was.” Mika laughs breathily.
“That was not how I was expecting my night to go.” Yuu replies, with a large smile plastered across his face.
“Yeah, something like that.” They both soak in the moment for a bit at what they just did.
Some time passes, and Mika speaks. “You have a dirty fucking mouth, Yuu.” He raises his eyebrow at Yuu, who returns the look with half of him seeming sheepish, and the other half totally confident.
“You should talk, you make noises like you belong on camera, Mika.”
That makes him flush, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling. As he moves his vision away from Yuu, he notices something out the window of Yuu’s apartment.
“The sun. It’s rising.”
Yuu turns his face towards the balcony door, and the moment hits him. “Wow, what time is it?” He answers his own question by searching his discarded jeans for his phone. “It’s nearly six.”
The realization that Mika has only known Yuu for around four hours at this point, maybe a little more, has him feeling slightly uneasy. Not necessarily because of the meet and greet they had just experienced, but because he feels like he should have known Yuu for much longer than he has.
Mika stands and walks into the kitchen, bringing back damp paper towels to clean themselves up with. They proceed through the motions of after sex care, then Mika finds his clothes and pulls his boxers and shorts on. He hesitates on putting his shirt back on, because he doesn’t want this to be over.
He can tell Yuu feels the same, because of the way that Yuu watches Mika get redressed. With his own boxers on, Yuu stands.
“I wanna show you something.” Yuu quietly motions to Mika. It’s at this moment that Mika realizes the music that had basically orchestrated their sexual eruption is gone. The battery on the speaker must have died at some point, and gone totally unnoticed.
Mika follows Yuu out onto his balcony, after grabbing a large glass of water to share. Yuu sits down onto a chair that is in perfect view of the sunrise, and opens his arms in invitation.
Mika rolls his eyes at the suggestion, but still moves to sit down onto Yuu’s lap. Yuu wraps his arms around Mika’s lithe body, and rests his chin on the blonde's shoulder. The sunrise is just starting to crest above the horizon, bringing with it streaks of purple and dark blue, which quickly shift into bright pinks and yellows.
“Thank you.” Yuu says, softly.
Mika looks back at Yuu. “For?”
“I don’t know, everything. For falling into my life, literally.” Yuu gestures to Mika’s wrapped hands.
Mika smiles, “Not sure if that’s worth being thankful for, but you’re welcome anyways.”
“Hey, I mean it. This may be forthcoming but I really do feel like I was meant to meet you, at one point or another.” Mika nods his head, feeling the same. “I mean, sure if you would have had your tiny mid-mid-life crisis earlier, who knows what we could have gotten up to by now.” Yuu winks suggestively at Mika, who flushes, again. “But either way, I’m really happy to have met you tonight.”
“Same here, Yuu.” A brief pause as he gathers up his courage. “Earlier I didn’t know what it was that I came out here searching for, but I think I’ve found it. And I don’t want to let it go just yet.” Mika traces his eyes along Yuu’s features, looking for any sign of hesitation.
He finds none.
“I don’t either. I’m not sure what this means, but I would be stupid to just let you walk away without trying to get to know you.” Yuu reaches down in between them and finds Mika’s phone, dialing his own number quickly before hanging up. “There. Now we officially have some way to keep whatever this is going.”
Mika smiles, and stays silent for the moment. He looks back out towards the sunrise, which has now peaked its bright little head above the tree line in the distance, lighting up both Mika and Yuu’s faces and warming their bodies from the chill of the early morning.
“What do you have planned today, Yuu?”
“Well, nothing that can’t be moved around.” Yuu smirks up at Mika, still sitting in his lap. “Why, what did you have in mind?” He asks quietly.
“Nothing really, I just don’t want to leave just yet.”
“Then don't. Stay, lemme check your hands and redress your wounds, then let me cook you some breakfast. I make a mean chocolate chip pancake.” Yuu smiles, so genuine that Mika can hardly stand the flutter he feels in his tired little heart.
“That sounds really nice, thank you.” Mika stands up from Yuu’s lap, but doesn’t make his move to go inside just yet. He leans on the balcony railing, closing his eyes, and just allowing himself to feel everything that his numb mind as of late has not been able to provide him. He knows that Yuu is watching him, but he doesn’t care. In fact, he relishes in that knowledge.
How Mika could ever go back to his apartment now, he doesn’t know.
He nearly laughs at the thought of himself, only four or five hours prior, getting drunk by himself and wallowing in self pity. And that’s the thing, the thing that Mika finds so intriguing about the movement of time. In only four hours, Yuu has managed to break Mika down and build him back up again, and again, and again. He looks down to his softly wrapped hands, knowing that he needs to clean them up again soon, and sends a gentle prayer to whoever may be listening.
Thank you for letting me find him.