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dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight [for Thomas]
The heat during the day was getting back up to a place that Krem remembered, that he had grown up in for nineteen years and that he was built for. The past nine years of his life had not erased his need and enjoyment of warm, lazy summer days and refreshing, cooler evenings.
Coordinating schedules with Thomas was, as always, a balancing act. But they managed. Even when they didn't get to see each other for a few days here or there, they sent each other texts, information about nothing at all, just their days so far. Krem texted him, especially, after he'd gotten all of his tattoos done weeks back; the black ink scattered on his skin was still healing, but it was getting close enough to that mark of readiness that Krem felt safe in venturing outside of his regular daily routine.
Today, Darrow had been hot. Krem had worked both jobs and gotten out of Bardolf's later in the evening, around the same time that Thomas normally got off work at Semele's. The evening was still balmy, almost exhaustive, but the ocean called to Krem. The pleasant memory of going out there with Thomas last summer, practicing swimming in private. Tonight, under a nearly full moon, seemed like a wonderful way to repeat the whole venture and put his mind outside of everything else that had been going on recently.
He texted Thomas as he was already on his way down to the boardwalk, contemplating if it would be better to go toward the lagoon that they'd gone to last year, or just swim out in the open. The beach would be nearly empty, since it was night and there didn't appear to be any parties or festivals going on (surprisingly). He decided to let Thomas decide, saying he would see him on the beach.
Coordinating schedules with Thomas was, as always, a balancing act. But they managed. Even when they didn't get to see each other for a few days here or there, they sent each other texts, information about nothing at all, just their days so far. Krem texted him, especially, after he'd gotten all of his tattoos done weeks back; the black ink scattered on his skin was still healing, but it was getting close enough to that mark of readiness that Krem felt safe in venturing outside of his regular daily routine.
Today, Darrow had been hot. Krem had worked both jobs and gotten out of Bardolf's later in the evening, around the same time that Thomas normally got off work at Semele's. The evening was still balmy, almost exhaustive, but the ocean called to Krem. The pleasant memory of going out there with Thomas last summer, practicing swimming in private. Tonight, under a nearly full moon, seemed like a wonderful way to repeat the whole venture and put his mind outside of everything else that had been going on recently.
He texted Thomas as he was already on his way down to the boardwalk, contemplating if it would be better to go toward the lagoon that they'd gone to last year, or just swim out in the open. The beach would be nearly empty, since it was night and there didn't appear to be any parties or festivals going on (surprisingly). He decided to let Thomas decide, saying he would see him on the beach.
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Thomas reached over and gave Krem's arm a light punch before saying, "I'm just concerned. And you'll have plenty of people to be lazy with. You'll be fine, I promise."
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He sighed dramatically, absolutely pressed by these displays of concern and affection, before pressing his shoulder gently up to Thomas's arm. "I appreciate the concern. Everything will be fine. I'll heal faster than expected, like I always do, but I won't push myself. And you'll be one of the people to come be lazy with me while I behave and follow doctor's orders."
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Thomas doubted that there'd be a shortage of people willing to keep Krem company. He'd made a lot of friends and lot of people cared for him.
"Now, come on. No more talking about that for now."
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"What are you going to feed me, then?"
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"You'll get something, don't worry," Thomas assured him. "And it won't be terrible. I'll make some poor pizza delivery person come out if I don't have anything good tucked away. Trust me."
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There was an edge of easy exhaustion in him. Lethargy, maybe. Definitely comfort. He leaned into Thomas's shoulder a little bit, soft affection near the tip of his tongue that he kept neatly behind his teeth. The gestures felt more honest than the words right now.
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"I'm pretty sure you're about to either fall asleep on me or on the floor," he said, snickering. "So, maybe food after you've had a nap."
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The moonlight spilled in at a sharp angle into Thomas's front room, as well as street light, and it illuminated the space enough that Krem could move around easily. He paused, between the couch and the kitchen.
"Either way, whether we eat first or later, I have every intention of falling asleep on you at some point, yes."
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"I don't tend to sleep through the night unless I'm exhausted and right now, I'm just a little tired," he said, pulling Krem through the door and giving him a nudge towards the bed.
"Lay down, Fluffy," he ordered gently. "No sleeping and drooling on my floor."
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"Sorry if I get sand in your sheets," he said, voice soft. He opened his arms and gestured Thomas to him gently. "Come here. We'll think about food when we wake up in a bit."
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"I'll just make you wash them later," he said quietly, hiding a smile against Krem's shoulder.
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He didn't sleep very long at all, and when he woke, he was a little disoriented about what time it was. But he laid there and continued to enjoy the quiet comfort of holding someone and being held.