Not when he’d almost kissed him.
A miserable sounding groan escaped, and Yuuri turned to bury his face into one of the towels he’d pulled onto the floor to use as a pillow. It wasn’t his stomach bothering him anymore, but just the thought of being drunk and dancing with Adrien like he had, and then sleeping in his bed next to him, and then waking up with those thoughts…
Especially after the night before when he could still feel the way Adrien’s chest felt against his back, and the way his arms felt around his waist and hands on his hips and lips on his neck and breath on his face and… another groan escaped, this time Yuuri pulling the towel over his head as if hiding would make all those thoughts go away.
Maybe he could sneak out before Adrien even knew he was missing. He wasn’t even sure what time it was because he’d left his clothes… somewhere… and his phone and wallet… Thankfully he didn’t have class that day, so maybe if he hid long enough, Adrien would go to work or something. If he had to work. Yuuri wasn’t even sure at this point.
Getting home had been -
-an adventure, to say the least. Adrien had dried really, really hard not to think too much about what had happened, and when that had failed, he’d just concentrated on getting home while the both of them were half drunk - or at least, three quarters drunk - or maybe just all drunk. He had a vague, fuzzy recollection of stumbling into his apartment, knocking things over, and then -
-and then sleep.
There had been an unusual warmth while he’d slept, which Adrien only half recalled as his eyes slowly peeled open, vision a little skewed because Adrien had fallen asleep with his contacts in, something he’d yet to actually admit to wearing. He blinked blearily around at his surroundings, and his bedside table came slowly into focus, followed by a few pillows and a glass of water that was sitting half drunk and probably had been there for several days now.
Adrien gave a groan and pushed himself up, regretting this decision almost immediately, because his head was spinning dangerously at the movement. He pressed fingers to his temple, the blankets falling around his bare waist, Adrien glancing down to see that he was only in his jeans and nothing else, a frown touching his lips.
He didn’t remember getting undressed - or half undressed. He didn’t remember much except…
Except Yuuri.
Adrien bent over, face in the pillow, and made a muffled noise that might have been a scream, because he’d almost kissed Yuuri last night s**t s**t s**t s**t s**t.
He’d certainly danced with him. He’d certainly spent a good portion of time dragging Yuuri close to him, bodies pressed tight together and it had felt good and -<********. Where was Yuuri?
He wasn’t in the bed, even though Adrien couldn’t recall actually putting him in the bed and - ******** - he hoped they hadn’t -
No. No, he would have remembered if they’d done anything, he would have known.
The apartment was a studio apartment, one large, spacious area that looked very modern - and very messy. It had an adjoining bathroom and a loft bed, and for the life of him, Adrien could not recall how on earth he’d managed to climb the ladder with both him and Yuuri up into the king sized loft area, a frown touching his face as he gingerly slid out of bed and oozed sluggishly down the ladder.
It took several tries. Adrien wobbled towards the bathroom with one hand still on his forehead and the other bracing himself against the wall, making his way slowly to the bathroom until he realized the door was shut.
Elation mingled with panic mingled with confusion reigned. Adrien paused, swallowed, then drew in a breath and tapped on the door.
“Yuuuuri,” he called lightly. “Are you in there?”
He could hear shuffling around outside the bathroom, and for a moment Yuuri wondered if he could pretend he wasn’t there, but then Adrien would just open the door anyway and he would be found. He hadn’t bothered locking the door, and he probably looked pretty pathetic lying on the ground, under a towel for warmth, another used as a pillow.
“No…” he mumbled back, just wanting to disappear. And he wasn’t even wearing his own clothes. He’d taken Adrien’s pajamas. How he hadn’t slipped on the slightly longer pant legs and gone toppling down the ladder, Yuuri had no idea. And… and great, he didn’t even have a chance to make sure he cleaned up completely. He vaguely remembered making sure he didn’t make a mess of the bathroom, but it was dark and he just… really wanted to disappear.
“Yes…” he mumbled after a moment, although he supposed Adrien already figured that he was in there from his first response.
And now he had to figure out what he was going to do. His eyes felt dry and uncomfortable, his own contacts left in, although since he tended to do that more often than not, he did have contacts that were approved for extended wear, but it was never advisable.
Not that taking his contacts out would have done any good since he didn’t have his glasses with him. And hated his glasses, so there was no point.
Maybe if he just kept the towel over his head Adrien would continue on his way… unless he needed to use the bathroom…
Yuuri groaned again.
He felt a flutter in his stomach at the denial, a small smile tugging helplessly at Adrien’s face in spite of everything. It was just such a Yuuri response that he couldn’t help but be tickled by it, his heart doing stupid things in his chest as he very determinedly attempted to squash said reaction.
“It’s not nice to lieeeeee,” Adrien crooned, ignoring the throbbing of a headache starting to form just behind his eyes. He really should not have drunk as much as he had last night, but it had been worth it for the feel of Yuuri close to him, for the gentle voice, the tender sweep of his fingers against Adrien’s cheek, the way he had felt wrapped in Adrien’s arms -
Stop that.
Adrien cleared his throat and tapped on the door again, rapping his knuckles against the white wood.
“Yuuuriii,” he called. “Hey.”
He heard from inside a groan, and the first thought that shifted through Adrien’s mind was s**t, is he sick followed by wait, if he’s sick, is that going to make me sick, accompanied on the heels of damn it before Adrien tried the knob, found it unlocked, and pushed the door open -
-to find Yuuri huddled on the floor with a towel over his head.
Adrien blinked at him.
“What are you doing?”
Yuuri figured Adrien would open the door, although he wished he didn’t have to see him like that. He looked horrible. Miserable. Completely disheveled and not at all how he would like to portray himself in front of someone who was as well put together as Adrien.
“Dying,” he grumbled in response to what he was doing, finally pushing the towel back enough to look up at the other man for a moment, and then when his face turned helplessly red at the sight of him in his fitted designer jeans and no shirt, Yuuri tugged the towel back over his head to hide.
It was unfair that Adrien could just roll out of bed, probably feeling just as gross as Yuuri felt, and still look as good as he did. And it wasn’t even as though Yuuri made a point to look at other men, or anyone for that matter, but Adrien had kind of pulled him into his life whether Yuuri liked it or not, and now he was on the floor of his bathroom after spending the night in his apartment. Most of that night in bed with Adrien.
And it wasn’t as though they did anything! It was just… it was unfair because there were too many things that would make everything go wrong. Like him being in the Negaverse. That, he was sure, would have some drawbacks.
“Are you okay?” he asked through the towel, concerned that Adrien wasn’t feeling well, but also not wanting to show his face. He was acting rather childish at the moment, Yuuri knew, but he couldn’t bring himself to care after being achy and cold and now very sore from sleeping on the floor.
And remaining there, because he wasn’t about to get up.
Contrary to what Yuuri believed, the first thought that flitted through Adrien’s mind upon seeing a disheveled, blushing Yuuri in his bathroom was:
Cute.
Except he couldn’t say that, Adrien lifting a hand to clap it over his mouth, hiding the smile that had started to blossom across his face. He cleared his throat and hastily rearranged his features into something more acceptable, beaming down at Yuuri with a bright eyed expression, in spite of the symphony that was currently banging drums on the inside of his skull.
Slowly, Adrien lowered himself to the tile floor, crouching until he was balanced in front of Yuuri, his knees against his chest, Adrien reaching out and tugging on the towel until it came free, looping it around Yuuri’s neck, Adrien’s smile wide.
“I feel like I’ve been run over by a stampede of buffaloes and then trampled by a herd of gazelles and then forced to watch my father die while I get sent off to eat bugs with my two gay adopted dads, but otherwise, I’m all right,” said Adrien cheerily, and lifted the towel, rustling it over Yuuri’s head and his cheeks, mussing up his hair further.
“You should get up, though - “
A pause.
“How long have you been in here, exactly?” Adrien asked suspiciously, tugging on the towel again.
Yuuri was absolutely positively certain that he was definitely not cute at that moment, but thankfully Adrien spared him from knowing what his thoughts were.
He heard Adrien shuffling closer to him and then crouched down to tug on the towel, leaving Yuuri with no choice but to look up at Adrien, who was still half naked with just pants on. Which was fine, really, but he didn’t have to look so cheerful and understanding.
There was a few moments in which Yuuri’s expression switched from normal concern to great concern, and then to a slow realization that Adrien was not about to eat bugs with his two gay adopted dads, but was in fact referencing The Lion King. In Yuuri’s defense, he’d just woken up.
A squeak escaped as Adrien ruffled the towel over his head and face, Yuuri reaching up to try and stop him, his hand grabbing onto Adrien’s in the process.
“I don’t know. The middle of the night, I guess,” he admitted, tugging both Adrien’s hand and the towel down as he pushed himself up, trying very hard not to look at Adrien because that was entirely inappropriate or something. He did not need to be staring at him because that was just… after last night, it was too much. Right?
Yuuri let go of Adrien’s hand so he could take the towel and toss it over Adrien’s head instead.
Yuuri’s blushing face was endlessly adorable, Adrien biting his lip to keep from saying anything, even though he was about ready to burst with all of the feelings he was attempting not to have. Instead, he just watched the expressions on the other’s face change steadily with the story he was telling, until the realization set in, and Adrien’s grin grew even brighter.
The squeak was equally cute. Adrien felt Yuuri’s fingers latch onto his and something electric sizzled through him, a reminder of the night before, of his hand on Yuuri’s hip and Yuuri’s hand over his, fingers lacing together, and now he felt a little breathless, even as Yuuri dragged the towel away from his head.
It was both a relief and a disappointment when Yuuri stood. Adrien put a hand on the sink, started to rise, and found the towel over his own head, a squawk of surprise escaping as he fumbled to get it off.
“Wait - “
Adrien’s voice came out muffled until he finally dragged the cloth away, his hair a bit disheveled, Adrien blinking owlishly down at Yuuri with an expression of what seemed to be possible outrage.
“You slept in here all night? Why didn’t you just stay in the bed?”
With me was definitely not added.
Yuuri wasn’t entirely sure how to take the expression that was now on Adrien’s face. Was he mad? Just shocked? The color in Yuuri’s face deepened under Adrien’s gaze, his own eyes catching his reflection in the mirror; his hair was completely disheveled and his face was red from being flustered and blotchy from not sleeping well, his eyes were red from the irritation of wearing contacts all night, and there were sleep lines from the towel he’d slept on all over his face.
He lifted his hand to cover the cheek that was worse than the other, his shoulders timidly hunching in a bit in a subconscious attempt to make himself even smaller, all while avoiding Adrien’s gaze.
Was Adrien really mad? He knew he would have been more comfortable in the bed, or even on the couch, but he’d felt sick even after he was sure there was nothing left in his stomach.
“I - wasn’t feeling well,” he tried to explain, his voice catching a little in his throat. He definitely was not going to tell Adrien that he got sick after everything. Although it was probably obvious. He didn’t exactly look the greatest. And he definitely wasn’t going to tell Adrien that he didn’t want to stay in the bed with him because he’d seriously thought about kissing him.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking,” he tried to apologize, wondering if it would have been better if he’d just gone back to his dorm after all.
It was with a startling and abrupt swooping sensation in Adrien’s stomach that he realized one very important thing, and that was that he was having a very, very hard time not simply reaching out, grabbing Yuuri, and kissing him full on the mouth.
Besides the fact that he wasn’t entirely sure if he was awake enough to brush his teeth and that his breath probably was outrageous, it was a bad idea. Yuuri wasn’t so much younger than him that it was weird, but he was just - nice. He was nice, and he was quiet and shy and sweet and endlessly interesting, and his heart was big, and his lips looked very warm and kissable -
Stop. That.
Focus, Adrien.
He dragged his gaze away from Yuuri’s mouth and said, in mild exasperation, “If you weren’t feeling well, you should have told me! I would have, uh, helped or something.”
Or maybe gotten sick along with him, which was not sexy at all. Adrien coughed delicately into his hand and added, in a quieter tone that was not quite rid of the plaintive note to it, “I like helping.”
He shifted his feet, wearing close to a pout, then reached out and wrapped fingers around Yuuri’s wrist.
“Okay, since I couldn’t help last night - breakfast - no, wait, I may throw up thinking about food. Shower, then breakfast, then - no, wait, shower, get dressed, then possibly food.”
Yeah, Yuuri definitely would not tell Adrien that he was feeling sick because that was definitely not an image he wanted in Adrien’s mind. That was just horrible and gross and Yuuri felt bad enough as it was.
He kept his gaze away from the other man until he mentioned in that almost sad voice of his that he liked helping. And yes, Yuuri knew this. He knew that Adrien liked making people feel good about themselves and how they looked and all of that, which stirred up some strange emotion in Yuuri’s chest that he swore wasn’t jealousy, because he had no reason to be jealous over Adrien making other people feel good. That was a good thing, after all.
But then Adrien grabbed hold of his wrist, and Yuuri’s eyes snapped up at him, wide and in shock.
“T-together?” he sputtered out before he had the chance to let everything process. Because why would Adrien suggest they shower together when they just met. And Yuuri realized this a couple moments too late because he’d already said what he definitely shouldn’t have said and now Adrien must think he was absolutely crazy.
Or desperate.
Adrien probably thought that Yuuri was desperate to get him into the shower with him, which was definitely not the case because they just met and that was totally not - not what he meant! Or something like that.
Yuuri stared, his face completely red as he tried to awkwardly pull his wrist away because if he could manage it, he would go back to hiding under the towels he’d left on the ground.
A long, long moment passed in complete silence.
Adrien opened his mouth, then shut it. Opened it, and then shut it again.
Another moment passed.
It seemed impossible that Adrien Davids was at a lost for words, but Adrien Davids was at a loss for words, because Yuuri Matsunaga had just suggested that they shower together, and his brain was having difficulty processing this, especially because now all Adrien could think of was the possibility of showering with Yuuri and - no, no, no, bad idea, abort abort abort -
He really wanted to kiss Yuuri.
He did not kiss Yuuri, but some part of Adrien snapped, and he flung his arms around Yuuri’s shoulders and dragged him into a bearlike embrace, squashing him to his chest and burying his face in the dark hair.
“Yuuriiiii,” Adrien sighed. “You really are so cute sometimes.”
Adrien was staring at him like he really was crazy. Adrien who always had something to say obviously didn’t know what to say in that moment and Yuuri didn’t know if he just wanted to try to explain himself or just melt into the floor and disappear because that would be easier.
But then Adrien seemed to snap out of the daze he was in, and threw his arms around him, Yuuri making a muffled gasp of surprise as he was pulled into Adrien’s arms, because he was warm and not wearing a shirt and Yuuri was positive that his face was going to just burn off now. Okay good bye world.
And worst of all, he liked this. But he couldn’t say that he liked it because that was weird and they just met and Adrien was surely like this with everyone. But Yuuri wanted the closeness and the feel of Adrien’s arms around him and his face against his hair.
Yuuri had no idea what to do with his hands. Should he hug him back? Should he push him away because he was obviously reacting to what Yuuri had done, which was completely embarrassing.
“Adrien,” he tried getting his attention, opting to gently press his now shaking hands against Adrien’s sides, pushing at him to let go, because if he didn’t, Yuuri wasn’t sure he would ever want to let go, and that was super dangerous.
“You should shower first,” he prompted, trying not to think about how he could turn to look at Adrien’s face, so close to his own. Or how it felt the night before with his lips on his neck. Yuuri tensed up a bit, pushing a little harder. “I’ll… collect my stuff. If I can find it,” he added, because he had no idea where he ended up getting changed.
He nosed his face into Yuuri’s hair, inhaling deeply, ignoring the fact that they were both hungover and that they both needed to brush their teeth and that he had a headache the size of Manhattan and oh yeah he also wasn’t wearing a shirt. Adrien rocked a little from side to side, sighing happily, and the trembling hands that touched his sides only made him hold on tighter, another frisson of electricity shooting through him at the contact.
“You can’t just leave,” Adrien protested, and somewhat reluctantly leaned back, arms still looped around Yuuri’s neck and shoulders.
This, however, proved a spectacular mistake, because now their faces were close together and all Adrien could think about was the feel of Yuuri against him the night before, the brush of his lips against his ear, his neck, and the pulse he could almost taste, rapid under his mouth.
Adrien was frowning again, a pout, because it was either that or he was going to get in serious trouble by kissing Yuuri Matsunaga senseless in approximately thirty two seconds.
“You can collect your stuff, but don’t go anywhere until after you shower too,” he insisted, and finally let go, easing back without it being totally obvious he was trying to put space between them because he was too invested in this friendship, more so than he should have.
“I’ll shower, you shower, we eat, okay?”
A pause.
“And somewhere in between, probably clothes,” Adrien added, with a glance down at his bare chest.
It felt nice, probably nicer than it should feel to have Adrien press his face into his hair, feeling the way his heart beat in his chest with their close proximity, his bare arms around him, holding him tight. Yuuri liked this and he wanted it and he knew he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t get attached, because that was when everything would go wrong.
He opened his mouth to respond as Adrien slowly leaned back, the flush in his cheeks that had ebbed a little flaring back up because his face was so close to Adrien’s that it would take almost nothing to just lean in and -
But he couldn’t. Yuuri quickly shut his mouth and swallowed thickly, lowering his eyes so he wasn’t staring at the bright blue of Adrien’s. Or see the pout on his face, which was admittedly adorable.
Yuuri nodded when Adrien told him he couldn’t leave, although part of him definitely wanted to run. But another part wanted to stay there for as long as he could, because Adrien made him feel good and wanted and as though he wasn’t just another person on the street.
“Please get dressed before I go to shower,” Yuuri requested, doing his best to ignore the heat in his face because now he wouldn’t be surprised if Adrien walked around completely naked just to spite him.
And even worse was that Yuuri didn’t think he would mind.
But he was doing his best not to think of that, and he carefully took a step away, sliding towards the bathroom door to slip out to let Adrien have the shower to himself. And definitely not together.
He was not going to think of Yuuri while he was in the shower, he was not, he was most definitely not because that was an extremely bad thing even if Yuuri was looking up at him with those thickly lashed eyes and that unbelievably adorable blush to his cheeks and talking to him in that uncertain, stammering voice.
He totally was not.
Adrien took an extra long time in the shower, not because he was thinking of Yuuri, but because he was trying to get his heartbeat under control, and also because he always took a long time in the shower. It gave him time to think, hot water on his neck, easing some of the headache, even though it wasn’t all of it, Adrien feeling marginally better as he stepped out of it.
And realized that he didn’t have anything except a towel. Whoops.
He dried himself mostly off, took out his old contacts and put in new ones, and then wrapped a towel around his waist, Adrien making sure that it was secure before he pushed open the door with a flourish.
“Yuuuriiiii,” he called cheerfully, sashaying over to the closet beneath his bed and flinging open the doors with an extra extravagant gesture. “Your turn, I didn’t use all the hot water, I promise - oh, here - “
Not looking behind, he snatched up a burnt orange top and a pair of black jeans that were too small for Adrien and probably would fit Yuuri relatively well. He tossed them over the back of the couch and then went back to rummaging.
“Wear those.”
Yuuri stared as Adrien made his way out of the bathroom because of course he would forget to bring something with him to change in the bathroom, although Yuuri supposed Adrien was used to walking around in his apartment wearing as much or as little as he liked.
He’d been trying to keep himself distracted while he waited for Adrien to get out of the shower. He’d managed to collect a large pile of clothing that had been thrown about the place, and was in the process of sorting them out so they could be put away properly, but Adrien’s casual flouncing around in just his towel made Yuuri flush darkly.
“Thank you,” he muttered as he snatched the jeans and shirt off the couch and threw them over his shoulder. And then, even though Adrien probably should suffer whatever headache he had a little longer for walking around without anything on but a towel, Yuuri awkwardly shuffled over to him with a glass of water and some headache medicine he’d found (in a bottle of course, not just laying around) while picking up clothes.
“Here,” he grumbled, reaching out to take hold of Adrien’s hand, pushing the pills into it, and then handing him the glass. “I’ll be out soon.”
And then Yuuri quickly retreated into the bathroom so he could take a shower and not think of Adrien in just his towel because that was just out of the question.
Unlike Adrien, once he finally emerged, he’d already pulled on the jeans and shirt, tugging at them a little to get them to fit right. It wasn’t as though Adrien was much bigger than he was, but Yuuri still went to find his clothes that he’d worn the night before so he could pull the belt off his worn pants and put them on the ones he was wearing.
At least Adrien hadn’t come out naked, even though they were in his loft and he would have just done that normally. However, for Yuuri’s sake, he’d at least attempted some modesty, though he hadn’t actually tried hard enough that it made a difference, really.
He didn’t seem to notice that Yuuri had been tidying up, or if he had, he didn’t say anything, Adrien just flashing Yuuri a bright, cheerful smile as the clothes were yanked off of the couch. It was followed by a look of polite confusion as he felt fingers on his hand - and again that electric shock of touch - as Yuuri shoved something into his palm and then into his other hand.
“Yuuri!” Adrien called, but the other was already gone, and Adrien glanced down at the pills in his hand. He felt a flush of stupid joy flicker across his face, and then he tossed the pills back and swallowed, wincing at the movement before easing out a breath.
It was ridiculous to feel this pleased, and yet he couldn’t help himself. Adrien sat on his couch for a few seconds, hugging his pillow with an absurdly happy expression on his face, buried into the pillow to contain said happiness, and then, once the shower turned on, dragged himself reluctantly vertical again to find his cell phone.
When Yuuri came out some time later, it would be to the smell of coffee brewing and a plate of muffins on the table in the living room, mostly chocolate but a few fruity ones as well. Adrien himself was finally dressed in a pair of white jeans (who cared if it was before or after Labor Day), and a pale pink button down shirt that had the first few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
“Eat, eat,” he said brightly, Adrien flashing Yuuri a smile and trying not to think how cute he looked in his clothes. “I have coffee. And milk. And, uh, water?”
Yuuri froze momentarily as he caught sight of Adrien looking bright and handsome and refreshed and -
He needed to stop this right now. Even though he wanted to come up with some realistic excuse to smooth a hand over his chest. Maybe he could convince Adrien that he was just wanting to feel the fabric or -
Seriously, he needed to stop this. Just because Adrien had been nice to him and spent time with him and talked to him and listened to him… and danced with him… - didn’t mean he had any reason to want to reach out and touch him. They’d slept in the same bed! Yuuri had every chance to do something, even something Adrien would have never known about, and didn’t.
Instead, Yuuri tried to focus on the plate of muffins Adrien had out for them. That was safe.
“Thank you,” he said politely as he reached out to take one of the chocolate muffins. “Did you make these? And coffee, please,” he added, feeling gross even after the shower. That was what he got for sleeping on the floor, he supposed.
“Thank you for last night. I had a good time,” Yuuri quickly said before he could think better of it as he worked on the peel around the muffin, doing his best to ignore the heat that stupidly flooded his cheeks. “I mean. I wouldn’t mind doing that again. Uh, I mean. Some of it. Not all of it,” he tried to explain, and then realized that he was basically saying that he would like to go out again if it meant Adrien sneaking them into a backroom where they could be alone -
Yuuri flusteredly fumbled the muffin, catching it right before it rolled off the table, but not before making a huge show of trying to not knock anything off the table. Because that was just great.
The smell of coffee wafting throughout the apartment was helping ease Adrien’s throbbing headache. Even before he’d started drinking it, just the smell always helped to settle his nerves; a favored scent not replicable, really through much else, though he’d found a candle or two sometimes.
He poured himself a cup and wrapped his hands around the mug, Adrien lifting it to his face and inhaling deeply. He let the warmth of it soothe into his palms, his mind flicking through the pages of the previous night like a book, Adrien resisting the urge to let out another squeal of sheer pleasure. He could hear Yuuri moving around somewhere behind him in the living room, Adrien taking a small sip of coffee before fetching another mug to get Yuuri a glass.
“Uh - “
Adrien hastily turned back to the coffee mugs, coughing loudly. “Nope, bought ‘em,” he said quickly, and then carried the mugs over to the living room, beaming down at Yuuri with an expression of mingled pleasure and polite curiosity, head tilted a little to the side.
Was he blushing? He was blushing, the red flushing across Yuuri’s cheeks. Adrien bit his lip as the muffin rolled away, making no move to snatch for it, because Yuuri was already trying, and then, once it had been recovered, set the coffee cups down on the table and all but flung himself down onto the couch, deliberately bumping his shoulder against Yuuri’s as he sat too close.
“Nope, sorry,” he said airily, Adrien plucking up a muffin. “We’re totally going again, or somewhere, we’re totally gonna dance again, I can always teach you again if you like.”
This was dangerous. He should be more careful because he was getting drawn in by Adrien Davids’ charm, by those bright blue eyes, and that winning smile. It was sad and pathetic because here Yuuri was, sitting in Adrien’s apartment after only spending a couple days with him prior, and wanting to know more about him than he’d wanted to know anyone else in his life.
He was afraid because he had no idea if Adrien even felt remotely the same for him, or if he was just being nice and friendly because Adrien Davids was the type of man who wanted to make people happy. Yuuri didn’t even mind that Adrien obviously liked attention, because it was something endearing, and his confidence was attractive. And Adrien himself was attractive.
And he could probably find anyone that he wanted. Hell, he might even get tired of Yuuri by the next week. Yuuri had no idea how quickly Adrien tired of something, after all.
Yuuri knew all of this, but in that very moment he didn’t care. He didn’t care if Adrien would find someone else he dragged along to his apartment to trim their hair, or drag them off to play mini golf, or take them dancing at a club. Yuuri didn’t care because in those moments with Adrien, he actually felt like his life had meaning beyond his new role in the negaverse.
He held the muffin by his fingertips as he sat on the edge of the couch, jostled a bit as Adrien sat down next to him, their shoulders bumping together. Yuuri thought his heart was going to beat right out of his chest.
“I think I’d like that,” he said softly, his throat dry. “You teaching me how to dance again.”
Slowly, Yuuri lifted his eyes to Adrien’s face, swallowing back his nerves as he added, “What else can you teach me?”
In reality, he could have sat farther away from Yuuri, kept some deliberate space between them. But Adrien was feeling both mischievous and eager to learn more about Yuuri and his unbelievably adorable reactions, and although he probably could have been more subtle about it, Adrien had never really been a very subtle person. Besides, it was worth it just to see that blush spread across Yuuri’s cheeks.
Adrien was in the process of peeling off the wrapper of his muffin, but his fingers weren’t quite steady, not when Yuuri’s voice had dropped a little lower. He had expected refusals, protests about his overbearing nature to simply sweep in and take over. He was expecting Yuuri to get tired of the fact that Adrien was constantly dragging him around every which way, just because Adrien wanted to spend more time with him.
He had not expected this. A quiet acceptance, a nod, a reminder to what had happened last night.
And he had not expected -
Adrien’s mouth felt suddenly dry. The muffin in his hand was entirely forgotten in favor of a pair of shy, dark eyes and an endearingly, sweetly flushed face and a question that had every nerve ending in Adrien standing on edge. He felt a frisson of - something - sweep across him and -
No. It was official now. It was too much. Yuuri was too much, because Adrien couldn’t seem to get enough of him already and -
Adrien swallowed hard, his eyes not moving from Yuuri’s.
“What do you want to learn?” he asked, and it came out quieter, more husky than he intended; almost a whisper.
His heart was doing funny things in his chest, and there was a strange fluttery feeling that wasn’t quite anxiety, but it was similar in a way that Yuuri wasn’t sure how to describe it otherwise. But it wasn’t a bad feeling, despite the way his heart was racing.
As many times before, it was Adrien’s eyes that seemed to take his breath away. Which was admittedly a stupid and cliche reaction, but there was something about the way that Adrien looked at him that Yuuri just wasn’t used to. As though he was someone and not just another person. It sounded silly in his head. Adrien was kind and had a lot to offer everyone, but those eyes were going to be the death of him.
“From you…?” he asked quietly, nervously, wanting to make sure the intention was clear, “About you…?” Yuuri paused to try and swallow, his mouth dry and making it difficult to speak, his hands clutching a little tighter to the muffin as they trembled in his nervousness. “With you…?”
He could barely breathe, the heat in his face rising to impossible levels, but he did his best to steel himself because on one hand, Adrien might think he’s being silly and brush it off. On the other he might think he’s going too far too fast. Adrien could have anyone he wanted, Yuuri reminded himself, which made his heart sink, but at least in that moment he didn’t want to regret not saying anything, even if this was the moment this sweet, tentative, somewhat strange friendship ended.
“Everything. I want to learn everything, Adrien.”
He was an idiot.
This was what Adrien kept telling himself the longer he sat there, the longer Yuuri looked at him, the longer Adrien looked right back at him. He was an idiot because he couldn’t quite seem to keep his heart from doing stupid, fluttery, silly things in his chest, because he couldn’t quite bring himself to move further away, even though that was probably a really good idea right about now.
Their knees were just barely touching. If Adrien shifted, even just a little, the entirety of his leg would be pressed against Yuuri’s, which was a sort of really distracting thought that he was trying not to focus on, because if he did, then he’d be even more aware, and s**t s**t s**t this was not good -
From you. About you. With you.
Adrien still had the broken off piece of muffin in his hand, and the rest of it in his other hand, but his attention was far, far from that. Yuuri’s face was flushed, the blush impossibly endearing, and he was staring at Adrien, and he was talking to him in that soft, breathless voice that was doing weird things to Adrien’s heart, and -
I want to learn everything.
The muffin was entirely, completely disregarded as Adrien dropped it, and before he could stop himself, before he could even think of what this was going to do to everything, before he could even consider the fact that he was going to get crumbs all over his couch, Adrien surged forward, caught Yuuri’s face between his palms, and kissed him.
It was not a gentle kiss. If anything, it was probably hopelessly desperate, but he wasn’t thinking about that at all, Adrien’s lips parting, fingers delving into the hair at the nape of Yuuri’s neck and kissing him with every ounce of himself that he could possibly muster.
He was an idiot.
Of all the people he’d met, he thought that Adrien might be the least predictable of them all. And that was saying something because Yuuri spent most of his time observing people and how they handled themselves and situations, but with Adrien, he didn’t know what was going through his mind. He was all over the place and there was something about that that Yuuri found impossibly appealing. He liked not knowing, but he was also terrified of it. Because without that predictability he didn’t know how to prepare himself. He didn’t know what to expect, and that was both scary and exciting.
Adrien moved forward before Yuuri had any time to react, his eyes widening in surprise for a fraction of a moment before Adrien’s mouth met his own, and then slipped shut. His heart was surely going to either beat right out of his chest, or stop altogether, he wasn’t sure. Hands were on his face, keeping him from the knee jerk reaction of pulling back.
He didn’t want to pull back. He didn’t want to move away, even if that was his initial reaction.
A small squeak of a gasp escaped as Adrien’s lips parted against his own, and as any learning experience his own parted to match, even if he had no idea what he was doing and he was sure Adrien could tell. He didn’t know what to do with his hands as they trembled, the muffin already dropped from the movement. He felt as though he should do something with them.
Slowly he lifted his hands to Adrien’s chest, subconsciously pleased by the fact that he had a perfect excuse to touch him now as he’d thought about doing before. One hand remained there over the heavy beating of his heart, while the other slid up a bit further, fingers still trembling as he placed them against Adrien’s neck.
He was way in over his head, and even though he knew it was entirely likely for Adrien to tire of him, he didn’t want to waste this moment. It might be the only one he ever had.
He liked the little sound of surprise more than he probably should have, the memory of it already imprinting itself into Adrien’s mind. He swallowed the sound, thumbs sweeping across Yuuri’s flushed cheeks, and made a noise of pleasure himself at the way that Yuuri responded, happiness a thrill, a spring of joy inside of him at the concession, at the parting of Yuuri’s lips against his own.
Tentative fingers touched his chest; Adrien was hyper aware of every movement, every shift, every breath, and then a hand was on his neck, and heat was exploding inside of Adrien, coursing in his veins, sheer pleasure and excitement and the breath he could feel on his lips, and the taste of Yuuri’s mouth, and the pure sweetness of this singular, blazing, blinding moment.
Adrien was relatively sure that he was going to drown in this, in everything, in the fizz of more, more, more that kept rampaging through him as he kissed Yuuri, going from desperate, to heated, to hungry, to curious, and then back to desperate again, but it wasn’t soft, and it wasn’t slow, and it was far from simple or chaste, and he was probably terrifying Yuuri with this need to be closer -
The edge of desperation in the kiss shivered, then snapped.
Adrien jerked back, feeling his nerves on fire, twisted wrong, and fell off the couch. He narrowly avoided smacking into the coffee table, probably smushed the muffin under him in the process, and clambered ungracefully to his feet, Adrien staggering and stumbling on the heaps of clothes and piles of books that littered the floor.
“Uh.”
He was halfway across the room now, by the door. Adrien had a hand clapped to his mouth, the other outstretched, as though trying to balance himself. Wide, blue eyes stared at Yuuri, Adrien’s cheeks flushed scarlet, his chest heaving for breath.
His heart wouldn’t stop pounding. He felt dizzy, disoriented, off balance and -
“Sorry,” Adrien whispered. “Uh. Sorry. Um. Yeah. I’ll, uh. Yeah.”
It was a coward’s route, and he knew it, but Adrien stumbled back, grabbed the doorknob, and promptly stumbled out into the hallway, hastily shutting the door behind him.
His heart was going to definitely explode. His blood was on fire, even as his hands trembled, his face overheated and making him dizzy. He was breathless and disoriented, but this was a wonderful feeling. It was how he felt when they’d danced the night before, but he thought that was only because he was drunk at the time. This time there was no alcohol involved, and he now knew the way he felt the night before had nothing to do with the alcohol either.
Tentatively, his fingers started to curl into the fabric of Adrien’s shirt, his face still pressed between Adrien’s palms but he pushed slightly forward so he could show him that he was learning, that this was something he wanted and -
And then Adrien jerked away, and fell off the couch to which Yuuri cringed, immediately concerned that he might be hurt. But then Adrien stumbled to his feet. He looked frazzled, panicked even. Yuuri watched him with wide, confused eyes as Adrien stumbled through the room and towards the door.
H-had he done something wrong? Was he not supposed to… do something? Or kiss him back maybe? Was it because Adrien realized he made a mistake and didn’t want to kiss him? Breathlessly, Yuuri watched as Adrien opened the door and left the apartment, leaving Yuuri to gape in confusion, his whole body still trembling from being kissed, especially in such a way.
Not wanting to overstay his welcome, Yuuri quickly pushed himself up onto unsteady legs and grabbed his clothes and wallet and phone so he could follow to where Adrien had gone out the only door. He would just keep his head down and squeeze past if he had to. He didn’t want Adrien even more uncomfortable by hanging around.
He just had to ignore the feel of his heart breaking. He had no idea what he did wrong, but if it was enough for Adrien to leave, then… it had to have been pretty bad.
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Fin!