Bharune
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- Posted: Sat, 15 Dec 2012 00:58:52 +0000
- Sari not only heard Flannery speak, but legitimately listened to him and absorbed his words, his doubt in the biker dissipating like a soft morning mist. He still didn’t know what to do, but he couldn’t question Flannery’s sincerity; he knew the biker too well for that. Still, to hear Flannery reaffirm that he wasn’t around just on an impulsive whim made him feel better about the entire scenario, even though Flannery had said as much the night before. Sari didn’t mean to be so skeptical, it was just…a life-altering decision, and he wanted to be sure.
He supposed it wasn’t really Flannery’s style to ease into something…
When Flannery beckoned him, Sari shifted into the other’s muscled embrace, relishing the masculine strength and fortitude he’d always admired in the biker. The embrace itself wasn’t odd or awkward – Sari enjoyed hugs when they were appropriate, though Elessa was his usual recipient – but he felt his mind had yet to fully wrap around the notion of being with Flannery permanently. Of being with Flannery. Of all the various futures he’d pictured for himself, ‘housewife’ had not been one of the ones that came to mind. But…he reasoned that his desired future – whatever that was – didn’t necessarily have to change; he’d just have Flannery with him.
‘Domestic partner’. He really, truly never thought he’d actually consider something like that. But then, he’d never expected Flannery to strike up such an offer, either. It wasn’t like Sari had had any grand plans to remarry, though; his romantic future had felt so completely obscured that he possessed no expectations.
“Okay, Flannery,” Sari murmured, then emitted a soft laugh when Flannery likened him to a hamster. He tsked his tongue chidingly when Flannery used the term ‘f**’ in a self-deprecating manner, but he was used to the biker’s direct way of speaking.
“If you’re with me, that kind of does make you one, you know.”
Sure, his hair was long-ish at the moment and he could whip up a good meal, but he was still of the male persuasion last he checked.
He nodded a little when Flannery swore off crime, then smiled when the older male talked so eagerly about mundane domesticity. Flannery spoke of it like it was the greatest paradise he could ever want, and Sari felt his chest swell at the thought of it. So simple an idea, yet it seemed to be the biker’s most fervent wish, and Sari was momentarily awestruck and honored that a lifestyle most people would consider boring was both exciting and desirable to Flannery just because he was part of it. And he sincerely wanted to bring Flannery that happiness, especially after all the rough patches and stagnation the other had pulled through.
“You’re not worthless,” Sari countered firmly, looking up at him. “You saved me more than once, didn’t you? And we’re all kind of a mess in some way, even me.”
The young minister paused for a brief stretch, his hands resting on Flannery’s shoulders. No matter how he tried to analyze the idea, though, he just chased himself in mental circles, so he gave up thinking about it and decided to go with what he honestly felt.
“We’ll try something, Flannery,” he agreed finally, and a warm smile lighting his features. “On the condition that you stop calling me ‘kid’. I’m about to turn twenty-three, in case you didn’t know, and it’s not commonly considered a term of endearment.”
If anything, it was a little odd. Not that anything about their relationship could be considered ‘normal’…
“And until we have some solid plan, we have to keep our relationship on the down low,” he emphasized with a serious expression. “If my father catches wind, he’d kick me to the curb. And it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but…I’d rather we have some kind of general direction in mind before we wrestle that monster.”
Sari’s father had a lot of sway, even retired, and he still kept tabs on the youth as well as the state of Whistle City in general. He had a lot of connections and rumor ignited like wildfire, so Sari didn’t expect any prolonged association with Flannery to escape the man’s notice for long. But…that was fine, anyway. It wasn’t as if he was ashamed, he’d just prefer they both had the opportunity to prepare and be absolutely sure beforehand.
“So in the meantime, we’ll just…see what we decide…okay?”
Sari’s eyes dipped just a little to Flannery’s jaw, where he was momentarily distracted by tracing his hand along the familiar curve. Memories of the night before once again flooded his senses, and again he felt embarrassed and exposed, but he convinced himself to remain calm. Sari had never been particularly shy as a teenager, but adulthood had taught him propriety and modesty, and he wasn’t accustomed to being…intimate. His heart felt heavy in his chest, but he felt compelled to kiss Flannery, even though he still wasn’t sure what was right.
“Are you hungry?” he asked distractedly, his lips close to the other’s. “Because I have plenty of time before…”
Green eyes glanced at the clock near the bed and Sari nearly jumped with surprise at the displayed time, snapping out of his trance. “It’s three?!” he exclaimed, quickly pulling away from Flannery. He moved for the adjacent bathroom, working to unbutton the shirt he’d just donned. Once a few buttons were undone, he pulled it off and moved into the tiled room, pushing the door just enough that it swung halfway closed. Sure, Flannery had seen him all kinds of naked, but Sari was still used to maintaining some level of etiquette. “I told Silas I’d call him hours ago!”
He hadn’t anticipated oversleeping by this long…
Sari switched on the shower, then the lighter sounds of him shedding his clothes wafted from the bathroom. He emitted a soft inhale of discomfort when the hurried movements resulted in small spasms of pain, and he suddenly wished he had the time for a long soak to ease the aches. Luckily, he didn’t have work today…
“There’s plenty of leftovers in the kitchen!” the ginger called from the bathroom as he stepped into the warm shower. “Make yourself at home!”