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 ▫  ▫  _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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He could feel Oz’s eyes on him, which embarrassed him slightly, but when he raised his own eyes to lock with the boy’s, Oz turned his focus elsewhere. Gilbert frowned, hating this new awkwardness between them. It had been so nice yesterday, when they were able to just enjoy each other’s company. They would have to talk about this... As much as they both seemed to want to avoid the subject, it obviously couldn’t be put off for much longer. Maybe tonight, before Gilbert left for his... date.
The thought filled him with a strange, impending sense of doom. As if going on the date would do him more harm from good. But Gilbert knew he couldn’t cancel, no matter how much he didn’t want to go out with whatever girl Vincent set him up with. No girl would ever be Oz, and he doubted any of them could ever replace him. Oz possessed a certain spark that Gilbert had never seen in anyone else. Still, he couldn’t stand the girl up or make Vincent cancel for him; he would feel far too guilty, especially if the girl had gotten her hopes up for something.
No, he would go on the date; eat dinner, and go home to Oz where he belonged. He’d never have to see or hear from the girl again, it would be over with after that one dinner.
“Actually... My fourth volume of Holy Knight.”
Gilbert blinked, cocking an eyebrow. He’d already forgotten about the question he asked Oz about getting things from his house. Holy Knight... what was that, a book? He would ask one of the servants about it, they would probably know where to find it. But that was really all Oz wanted? There was nothing else, besides a book and some overnight essentials? Well, easier for Gilbert, but he found that bizarre for some reason that Oz would want nothing else besides that. “Okay.”
The subway reached its destination, and Gilbert’s apartment came into view once they exited the station. Gilbert picked up the pace, just wanting to get into the safety of his own home where he could be free to think and talk to Oz the way he really wanted to.
Unlocking the door once they arrived, Gilbert pushed it open, relieved to find not a single decapitated doll on the floor as he entered the apartment. Good... Vincent realized doing such things wasn’t appropriate with a guest in the house. Sighing in relief, Gilbert closed the door behind them and kicked off his shoes, heading immediately for his packet of cigarettes and lighting up as soon as they were in his grasp. 
“I’m home,” he declared as he brought the cigarette to his lips, avoiding looking at Oz as he guiltily inhaled the ‘cancer stick’ . The entire day had been mishap after mishap, working Gilbert’s nerves so badly that he needed the nicotine like no-one would ever understand just to calm himself down.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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Now that a moment had passed, Gilbert could see Oz’s chin starting to redden. It would probably swell up by the time they got home; he reminded himself to get an ice pack out first thing once they arrived at the apartment. The injury wasn’t anything minor, and by the time they reached the house an ice pack wouldn’t do much good, but nonetheless Gilbert wouldn’t feel right until it was done.
Oz either hadn’t noticed the subtle meaning behind his words, or was pretending not to catch on; Gilbert couldn’t decide which of the two, as Oz was particularly good at covering up his true emotions. He didn’t press the subject, hoping that if something were truly wrong Oz trusted him enough to tell him. Then again, after what happened this afternoon – even with all of Oz’s insistence that he didn’t hate Gilbert for it – Gilbert couldn’t be too sure if that trust was still fully there.
Not wanting to get too caught up in his self-loathing again, Gilbert quickly shook his head and stood back up, following after Oz once he retrieved the briefcase he’d dropped in his rush to get to the boy’s side.
They reached the stairs to the subway, and once in the underground terminal Gilbert paid once again for both their fairs. Oz had been silent at his side the way there, seeming to have some kind of inner battle with his own thoughts. Gilbert watched him, partly curious to know what he was thinking about but nowhere near bold enough to ask. It was only when he noticed the boy turning a particularly angry shade of red and start gnawing fretfully on his bottom lip that he had to ask, out of concern: “Are you sure you’re okay?”
The train arrived, and it was crowded with students and people making their way home from work. With not much seating room available, Gilbert gestured for Oz to sit down when he managed to find a seat, while he himself remained standing, grasping on to one of the metal poles for support.
He was feeling guilty about the date again. How could he leave Oz alone for the night? Oz had only been at the apartment one night, he probably wouldn’t feel comfortable being there by himself. And Vincent wasn’t much company. Oh, crap, he hadn’t even thought about Vincent before! Gilbert didn’t always interpret his brother’s feelings correctly, but he got the distinct impression that Vincent was not overly fond of Oz – just as he wasn’t fond of anyone that took Gilbert’s attention away too much. He would have to talk to his brother... Surely Vincent wouldn’t go against his words and be cruel to Oz if Gilbert explained that Oz was special to him – and that he would not forgive anyone who hurt him, blood-related or not.
“Look, since I’ll be out tonight, I’ll pick up some of your things,” he promised, sure the words wouldn’t really make Oz feel any better about Gilbert having to cancel on him, but needing to say something. “Is there anything in particular you want?”
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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Gilbert continued to walk awkwardly alongside of Oz, feeling someone guilty for having brought the subject up. It would have been better if they’d waited to get back to Gilbert’s apartment before discussing something like dates, but at the same time he felt as if he needed to be straightforward with Oz. Besides, he hadn’t thought the news would upset the boy – in fact, he’d figured it might relieve him to know he wasn’t still trapped in the dinner plans they’d made earlier in the afternoon, before the whole disastrous kiss.
To his surprise, Oz frowned, not looking very pleased at all with this change of events. Oz couldn’t – Gilbert swallowed, throat suddenly running dry – he couldn’t have still wanted to go out with Gilbert, could he? The words Oz spoke a few seconds ago came flooding back to Gilbert’s mind. Oz had admitted to enjoying the kiss he and Gilbert shared... and now he was upset that they couldn’t go out to dinner together (what could be thought of as a ‘date’)...
All of this evidence pointed to one simple fact, but Gilbert didn’t want to get his hopes up by thinking that Oz might in fact have a crush on him.
“That’s fine. We can go out tomorrow night instead.”
Gilbert blinked. So Oz did still want to go out with him. And if he wasn’t mistaken, that was resentment shining in Oz’s emerald eyes – resentment for having to be pushed to the side for a day, or resentment for the person Gilbert would be going out with tonight instead, or maybe both. “Ah... Okay. You said you like Italian food, right?”
Thankfully the conversation wasn’t going as awkwardly as it had the potential to be. He was about to suggest some restaurants downtown, when out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Oz stumble and lose balance. “Oz!” Immediately Gilbert was at the boy’s side. He wasn’t quick enough to catch Oz before he could hit the ground, but Gilbert knelt beside him, quickly wrapping an arm around Oz’s back and helping him sit up. “Are you okay?”
The fall had been minor, and he could see no evidence of injury, not even a scratch, but the question seemed to have than just a physical meaning behind it. Almost as if Gilbert was asking if Oz was okay with him going on a date with someone else tonight. It was only after Gilbert mentioned it that the boy seemed to lose focus and trip, after all.
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________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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“But I don’t! I could never hate you, Gil!”
Gilbert wanted to believe him, but already he’d lost himself in his denial, telling himself over and over again that Oz was only saying this just so they could forget about it and move on. But this wasn’t the sort of thing one just got over in an instant. This was serious. He’d taken advantage of a student – a student who put faith in him, who needed him there to protect and comfort him - in the worst of ways. His actions had been horrendous, and to disregard them now would be the same as condoning them.
“No, Oz, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he tried to say as Oz began saying how the blame fell equally onto his shoulders as well.
Oz had been the one to initiate the kiss, yes, but... Gilbert still blamed that on himself, as well; he’d been leaning in close to the boy, desiring to kiss him but holding back as always. If he hadn’t done that – if he hadn’t lost himself to fantasy for that one moment – none of this would have happened. Besides, Oz was just a teenager, he couldn’t be blamed if he acted on his hormones – that’s what teenagers were supposed to do! But for Gilbert, a grown man, there really was no excuse. “You didn’t—”
“Besides it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it or anyth—”
Both of them cut off their words at about the same moment, Oz obviously out of embarrassment for what he’d just admitted and Gilbert out of pure shock of what he’d heard. Oz... liked it? Wide golden eyes stared down at the boy incredulously, Gilbert’s mind working fast to try and process this new and exciting information. Oz had begun stammering out a useless explanation to cover-up the premature confession, but there was no point – as Gilbert knew very well, being in that position often.
Oz liked it. Oz liked kissing him. Did that mean...
Gilbert didn’t want to hope too much, because hoping would only lead to him getting hurt in this situation, he was sure, but...Did Oz like him? The same way that Gilbert liked Oz?
Again Gilbert tried to remind himself that Oz was fifteen years old, and that any kiss was probably a good kiss in his limited experience. It was probably just his hormones telling him he’d enjoyed it, not actual feelings (Gilbert swallowed hard, not wanting to say love just yet) behind the action.
“Ahaha... we should go. I’m sure Vincent is wondering where we are.”
The mention of Vincent only reminded Gilbert of the blind date arranged for this evening. With a pang of guilt he realized he still had to cancel his dinner plans with Oz. Gilbert couldn’t believe Oz actually wanted to go out alone with him to dinner anyways, especially now, but he’d made a promise... and now, because of his own cowardice, he was backing out of it.
“Yeah,” he agreed quietly, resuming his quick pace towards the subway. “Um...” It would probably be best to tell him now and get it over with. Taking a deep breath, Gilbert closed his eyes a moment to gather himself. “About Vincent... He... He set me up on a date tonight. So...” Here, he allowed his voice to trail off, hoping Oz would get the hint that their own dinner plans would have to wait. “I mean, I can’t cancel now, I don’t know who she is so it’s not like I can call her and... and I can’t not show up.”
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Gilbert was thankful for the fact that Oz didn’t try to make conversation or, worse, try to touch him in any way. He didn’t know what he would have done if Oz tried to reach out and hold his hand like he had the previous afternoon. With all that had happened today, Gilbert didn’t know if he could take that right now. He definitely wouldn’t be able to control the want he felt if it managed to receive an outlet like that, and the last thing he wanted as to take advantage of Oz... again.
Being alone with his thoughts was just as bad as anything else, though. For without any distractions, Gilbert went on hating himself, coming up with thousands of different reasons for why he was a despicable, useless person who would probably be better off dead – some of them not even having anything to do with Oz or the present situation. Reasons as ridiculous and ungrounded as, you can’t quit smoking so you’re a useless person and you’ll never do anything with your life.
“Gil..?”
Gilbert was jerked from his self-depreciating thoughts at the all-too-familiar voice. He glanced down at Oz, but still avoided his gaze as the boy said the one thing that normally would have comforted him.
“I don’t hate you.” A small smile appeared on Oz’s face, which only made Gilbert feel even more guilty than before. Even now he was thinking of how kissable Oz’s lips looked, recalling their softness. “So please don’t worry.”
Unfortunately for Oz, the words seemed to have the opposite affect than he intended. Gilbert stopped in his tracks, hands clenching into fists at his sides as he tried to process what Oz was telling him. There was no way Oz could be telling the truth; he had to be saying that just to make Gilbert feel better. Because by this point Gilbert learned that Oz’s way of dealing with things that upset him was just accepting them and moving on. If that was what he was doing now, after all of Gilbert’s efforts thus far to stop him from doing so... Gilbert would hate himself even more!
“How… H-how can you say that?!” he cried, voice louder than he intended it to be. Feeling his face grow warm at the thought of attracting attention, Gilbert placed a hand over his mouth and looked quickly down at the floor, shaking his head and feeling very much like a little boy instead of the adult. It was mortifying, losing composure like this in front of Oz, but he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to push Oz away, but at the same time he wanted to pull him closer. “After what I did... I... Y-you should hate me, Oz!”
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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Gilbert was concerned Oz left without him. He’d caught no sight of the boy in the hallways, nor downstairs near the lockers. Even with all the mess that had happened at lunch, Gilbert had half-expected the boy to come sneaking up to the classroom when he was locking up. When that hadn’t happened, the teacher couldn’t say he was all that surprised, but to catch no glimpses of him inside school was strange.
He was starting to think Oz had gone home. Which brought a whole new level of shame upon the young teacher – thinking that Oz would prefer to go back to the company of a father who hated him than spend another minute in his company. But he had acted like a bit of a lecher, hadn’t he? It shouldn’t sadden him to think Oz probably couldn’t stand the thought of him anymore, and yet it did. When he thought of Oz leaving without a word, his heart clenched painfully in his chest.
But he’d been wanting to run away from the situation too, hadn’t he? Throughout the rest of the day Gilbert studiously avoided eye contact with Oz, not wanting to bring up the horrible (yet still pleasant, as much as he disgusted himself by thinking so) memory of Oz’s lips against his, that warm body on top of him...
Gilbert’s face flushed and he brought a hand up to cover it from any remaining students. Damn it, he’d done it again! Whenever he tried to push the thoughts from his mind, they came back full-force and Gilbert could almost swear he felt those delicate hands in his hair, Oz’s small mouth –
Gilbert pounded his fist against the nearest locker to wake himself up. If he could, he would have started banging his head against it, but there were still people around – and they were already staring thanks to the loud noise he’d just caused. Feeling even more embarrassed than before, Gilbert lowered his head and began walking towards the school’s exit.
He hated this... Hated that he could just get a hold of his emotions. Eventually he was going to have to face Oz, and they were going to have to talk about what happened. When that time came, Gilbert was going to have to be the adult... He would have to admit his feelings to the boy, and accept any sort of reaction Oz gave – whether it be acceptance or disgust. And in the end, since Gilbert The Adult knew this relationship was bad for both of them and could never be, they could in the best case scenario possibly stay friends.
It would be hard though. To be friends with Oz, after knowing what it felt like to kiss the boy... But Gilbert would find a way to deal with that. He was the adult, after all; he had to.
Gilbert was surprised (and slightly infuriated) to discover Oz standing by the front gates, one of those carefree smiles on his face that gave the impression that nothing was wrong. Gilbert, of course, knew him better than that now and he could feel the tumultuous vibe coming off from him – it was probably the same as the one Gilbert himself was giving of as he cautiously approached the teen.
Just seeing Oz made Gilbert’s body react. He was filled with the desire to pull Oz against him, to touch their lips together again. But he didn’t do either. Instead, he cleared his throat, and greeted him with a lame, “H-hey.”
He hated how awkward and mechanic his voice sounded. Talking to Oz before had been so natural, and now... he was unsure of what to say, afraid of making the boy hate him. So instead he decided to say nothing further, and only motion for Oz to follow him.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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There was a definite change it the atmosphere, Gilbert could sense it. Oz regretted what happened between them, and while that was the perfectly normal reaction for a teenaged boy who’d just kissed his male teacher without meaning to, Gilbert couldn’t help but feel a bit disheartened by the realization.
The truth was that he didn’t regret it at all, deep down. As brief as it had been, when Oz kissed him like that it made Gilbert feel so... needed – and that was something Gilbert thrived on. Feeling needed. It was almost akin to an addiction, and he felt hopeless and useless as a person when there was no-one who needed him; which might be why he still lived with his brother, the neediest person Gilbert had ever known, or why he’d thrown himself in front of Oz so wholeheartedly, practically begging to be the one to help the boy.
It was pathetic, that’s what it was. But Gilbert descended the stairs with his fingers pressed lightly against his lips, swearing they still tingled from Oz’s touch.
He didn’t so much as look at the boy on the way to class, though, or even once they reached the classroom. Instead he bolted for his desk, retreating behind it as if it might make him disappear from Oz’s vision. Gilbert shifted his chair to the side, so his face at least could hide behind the small computer screen. It was then that he noticed the new email notification.
Curious, he clicked it – only to be disappointed as he realized the sender was his brother.
Good morning, brother! the email sent at 12:38pm read. Gilbert rolled his eyes.
I have good news for you. Remember that girl I was telling you about at dinner? Unfortunately Gilbert recalled the awkward conversation, as Oz had been there to witness the entire thing and thus make it even more unpleasant. Something like anxiety seemed to tie his insides into ominous knots. I’ve set the two of you up for a blind date tonight. No need to thank me, I’m always just thinking of you, brother! With love, Vincent. <3
With disgust and another emotion Gilbert couldn’t quite label, he exited out of the browser and glared down at the desktop, unable to believe the nerve of his brother. Really, why was Vincent always doing things like this to him? Vincent said he only did it because he wanted to see his brother happy, but Gilbert had a hard time trusting him. Like now. He couldn’t go on a date with a strange girl he’d never met before! Vincent knew his brother was shy around people he didn’t know, how could he possibly expect him to be happy for a blind date?!
Besides, he’d already promised to take Oz out for Italian food...
A blush rose to Gilbert’s cheeks as he recalled what just happened between himself and the student, and how dinner plans were likely to be cancelled because of it. As if Oz would want to go anywhere with him now...
Eyes downcast, Gilbert frowned and thought maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing after all. The date with the mystery girl, that is. It would safe him from an awkward evening with Oz... And, who knows, maybe he would even like the girl. That would actually be kind of nice, if he were to get into a normal relationship; perhaps then his weird feelings for Oz would go away and things could go back to normal between them.
Resolutely, Gilbert opened the browser again and typed a quick message to his brother:
Vincent – thanks, I’ll go. Then, begrudgingly, he added: Love, Gilbert.
After sending the message, he exited out of his email and stood up to begin the lesson.
Blessedly, the rest of the day flew by, Gilbert throwing all his efforts into teaching his classes as it was the only way to keep Oz and the rooftop incident out of his mind. He avoided making eye contact with the side of the room the boy sat on, but other than that seemed perfectly normal (if a tad more into his lectures than usual). He couldn’t wait to get home and have about five cigarettes to make up for the lack of any all day; he really wished he had one now, to calm his fretting nerves, but it would have to wait.
The final bell rang, dismissing students for the day, and Gilbert seemed just as rushed as any of them to pack his belongings and get the hell out of there. He was beginning to think his suspension from school as a blessing in disguise now after what had happened. No more awkward lunches with Oz... What they both needed was time away from each other, and this way they would get it.
Unfortunately there was still the entire subway right back to Gilbert’s apartment. He’d nearly forgotten about that – and that he needed to stop by the Bezarius mansion to get Oz’s things. If Oz still wanted to stay with him, that is. After what happened, Gilbert couldn’t be so sure.
Briefcase in hand, Gilbert left the classroom, locking the door behind him and setting out to find Oz. He’d been hoping to avoid confronting him, but they did (maybe) have to go to the same place.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Was this really happening? With all the fantasies he’d been having of the boy lately, Gilbert had a hard time differentiating reality from the stories crafted by his own imagination. It certainly felt real – the warm weight of Oz’s body on his hips, the softness of his hair and smoothness of his lips... it felt so real Gilbert couldn’t believe it was true. He was afraid if he even blinked the illusion might shatter and he’d discover it had only been a dream after all.
“Mm...” The muffled sound, given by Oz at many points to signify different things, drew an entirely different reaction from Gilbert than usual. A shiver coursed down his spine, ending all the way down at his toes. And then Oz pulled away and Gilbert trembled for an entirely different reason; Oz’s face, colored by a light blush and little mouth smiling as he stared down at the older male. Gilbert released the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. So Oz... truly didn’t mind this?
Gilbert received the answer to his unasked question in the way Oz leaned down once again, both of his hands finding home on either side of the older male’s head, trapping him (as if Gilbert would consider leaving now...).Motionless, he awaited the boy’s next move and was pleasantly surprised to have that pliant mouth covering his yet again in a kiss much more firm than the last.
A dull heat bloomed in the pit of Gilbert’s stomach as finally he allowed his eyes to fall shut, a small, pleasurable sound escaping him as Oz’s tongue playfully darted out against his lips. And along with that came a strange desire to dominate Gilbert could never remember feeling before. He’d been happy to let Oz initiate this intimacy between them, not wanting to overstep any boundaries or screw things up when his dream was finally coming true, but suddenly... Gilbert had the urge to take control, to flip them over so he had Oz beneath him and kiss him so hard he could never doubt the feelings the older man harbored for so long.
“Oz...” he half-groaned, half-sighed as the boy ran his fingers lightly through his tangled hair. His hand tightened around Oz’s waist, legs shifting very slightly with his need to change their positions.
Briiiiiing!
Gilbert felt his heart leap into his throat, pulse accelerating as the noise of the school bell hit him with reality with all the force of a bus slamming into him. On top of him, Oz jerked back to the present as well, emerald eyes widening in disbelief and face a humiliated shade of red as he scrambled to his feet. For a moment, Gilbert watched him, trying to get over what just happened.
“A-a-ah...” Oz floundered for words, obviously unsure of how to explain himself.
Gilbert was of little help, having averted his eyes shamefully to the ground, guilt settling on him heavily. He felt as though he’d taken advantage of the boy, even if it had been Oz who kissed him first. Slowly he pushed himself up off the ground, brushing his clothes clean of any dirt that may have gotten on them during the surprise almost-make-out session. Cheeks burning as well, Gilbert avoided Oz’s gaze – too embarrassed to face him right now, afraid of what the boy might think of him.
“We...we should get to class,” he mumbled, stooping down to pick up his half-empty lunch bag. Without waiting for Oz to say anything – too cowardly to hear anything he had to say, for surely Oz only had negative words in store for a teacher who took advantage of him – Gilbert walked briskly to the rooftop doors.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Holy mother of God, had he just... Was what just happened what he thought just happened? Had he... oh, God... had he licked Oz?! The mere thought alone made Gilbert wish the ceiling would just swallow him whole so he could get away from this situation, which was growing more mortifying beyond belief with each passing second. Gilbert couldn’t believe himself, and really wish he could be struck dead in this instant. Why, why did he always have to ruin everything?!
What have I done, what have I done, what have I done?!
He felt Oz’s body tense against his, and waited with baited breath for the moment the boy shoved him away in disgust. Golden eyes clenched shut as he awaited the onslaught of cruel words that would surely come from the boy’s mouth. Because even if Oz liked him before, there was no way he would continue to think that way of him after this. His actions last night hadn’t been enough to make the boy hate him, but this surely had to do it. He’d just licked the boy, for crying out loud! It hadn’t been intentional, but there was no taking it back and no denying it!
Expecting nothing but disgust or rage from the boy, Gilbert was more than shocked when he felt the small body relax against his almost immediately, although his tight grip remained on Gilbert’s shirt. The older man slowly unclosed his eyes, chancing a peek down at the student. Oz gaze back up at him, an unusual dream-like quality to his features; amber eyes were half-lidded, lips slightly parted.
As he’d never seen such a trance-like expression before, Gilbert had no idea what to make of it. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, shifting underneath Oz. He had to get away from the boy. Maybe try to explain things to him later, but as of right now he needed to get away. “I’m sorry, I—”
He was silenced by Oz’s hands cupping his face, and sucked in a breath of air as the boy’s thumbs brushed against his reddened cheeks. Oz still wore the same dazed expression, which made Gilbert wonder what he was up to – if this was just another trick.
But then all thinking stopped as Oz leaned in closer and touched their lips together in a chaste kiss. The boy’s eyes were closed, Gilbert unable to read the emotions behind the kiss, but Gilbert’s own eyes were impossible large with disbelief. He remained slack and unmoving against Oz for a moment, not sure how to react. Should he kiss back? But what if this was just another prank? How would Oz react if he actually did return the kiss?
Maybe he was thinking about this too much. Maybe that was his problem all along... He’d been too worried, too concerned about what others might think that he’d missed the fact that Oz really might share the same feelings for him. Or, even if the feelings didn’t run quite so deep, that at least a mutual attraction existed between them. This was still horribly wrong on a multitude of levels, but... just for right now, Gilbert didn’t want to care. He didn’t want to think about how it was wrong, but rather... how right it felt. Oz’s lips were soft and pliant against his own, making Gilbert’s heart swell as they kissed him.
Gilbert’s hand clenched into a fist around Oz’s uniform shirt as he lowered himself the rest of the way to the ground, the boy now straddling his waist comfortably. His now-free hand reached up to cup Oz’s cheek and then thread through his hair, pulling him even closer, if possible. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he gently applied pressure to Oz’s lips, returning the kiss just as softly. The breath he’d been holding came out in a breathy whisper of the boy’s name, spoken against Oz’s lips as Gilbert’s tongue brushed against his mouth again, this time completely intentionally.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:43 am
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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“Not so loud? Why not? Unless… Gilbert really does have feelings for me!”
Unknowingly or not (Gilbert didn’t know, half of the things Oz said seemed to come out of nowhere, thought of spur-of-the-moment to get a rise out of him) Oz hit the nail on the coffin, and had Gilbert been a cartoon character steam would probably start blowing out of his ears from the combined heat of his embarrassment and frustration with the situation. Why? Why did he get himself into situations like this? He was constantly setting himself up to be knocked down by another of Oz’s teasing remarks. Belatedly Gilbert regretted ever asking Oz if he wanted to go to dinner, but now he’d dug himself a grade and had to lay in it.
“Th-that’s—” Gilbert wanted to say ‘ridiculous’, but the word got lodged in his throat along with his breath as, unexpectedly, Oz climbed into his lap, mischievous grin still plastered on his face. The weight with which Oz fell against him made Gilbert, who had been facing the boy instead of leaning against the wall beside him, lose balance and fall backwards. One of Gilbert’s arms instinctively wound around Oz’s waist, while the other caught himself before his head could hit the ground.
He could hear his heart beating fast and loud in his ears, feel the blood in his veins all rushing to his face and groin as a small hand grasped onto his shirt, tugging it gently. As horrifying as the situation was, Gilbert could help but feel at ease with Oz against him like this. Holding Oz, just like being in his presence in general, felt like the most natural thing in the world, and he wished...
“Oh, are you going to punish me for being a bad boy, Gilbert-sensei?”
For a brief moment, disappointment flickered in Gilbert’s eyes – but Oz, with his face pressed against the older man’s chest as he stifled his laughter, probably did not take notice of it. And by the time Gilbert blinked it was gone anyways, replaced by discomfort and a hidden longing.
... He wished Oz realized what he was doing; that each thing he said in jest was actually true for the one he was teasing and that being so close, nuzzling his cheek against Gilbert’s chest in mock-affection affected the older man much more than he could ever imagine.
But Oz would never know, and even if he did he would never return the feelings Gilbert felt for him.
“So warm...”
Oz had not made any move to get up, nor did he seem ready to move anytime soon judging by the way his eyes had fallen shut. Gilbert pushed himself up on his elbow, his other arm tightening slightly around Oz’s waist to keep the boy in place, and gazed down at his relaxing face.
... What was he doing? He really should make Oz move, or at the very least say something that showed he felt this was extremely inappropriate. Anyone could walk on the roof and see them like this...
But for some reason, Gilbert couldn’t resist staying like this just a bit longer.
“Oz,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. In romance books and movies, moments like this were always the best for confessing one’s feelings. And right now the weight of those feeling seemed like too much for him to keep carrying on his own... Holding Oz like this, Gilbert felt he might have the courage to tell him just how much he cared. “I...”
He leaned in closer to the boy, bringing their faces nearer just as he had earlier when he’d been the one doing the teasing. His lips hovered mere inches from Oz’s own, which looked far more kissable than usual. Oz’s warm breath ghosted over his lips, another tease that made Gilbert shiver with want. But... he just couldn’t...! He just couldn’t work up the nerve to close the distance that separated them.
Gilbert licked his lips, intent on pulling away and pushing Oz off him like he should have done the instant the boy decided it would be funny to seat himself on his lap in the first place. However, he misjudged the distance between his and Oz’s mouths – not having pulled back as soon as he should have – and in addition to moistening his own lips, his tongue brushed over Oz’s as well.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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