TharnType: 7 years of love ONE SHOTS

Episode 12: Forever

Mature content ahead! Read at your own risk! 

Tharn's eyes tracked Type around the room as he flitted around the room in his silk pajamas and beanie like a nervous hummingbird. His body practically thrummed with nervous energy and Tharn could feel it reverberating in his own body. 

"Type," Tharn called out from their bedroom. His voice was firm, but his eyes were gentle as Type's gaze locked with his. "Come here," he said gently. 

Type pulled at his fingers nervously, but entered their bedroom. He made his way around the bed and got under the covers. He held the comforter all the way to his chin as he looked around the room like he had never seen it before. His eyes were soft and innocent. He had an aura of calm that Tharn had never witnessed before. In some ways this was the same fiercely loyal boyfriend he fell in love with way back when, but in other ways he seemed like someone else. Someone softer and unsure. 

Type opened his mouth and asked anything that came to mind. His hands held onto the comforter tightly as if keeping a barrier between himself and the world. It made him so endearing that Tharn nearly lost all control. 

"Type if you're embarrassed, I'll talk to you until you get over it. Okay?" Tharn said with a smile. 

Type sighed in defeat. He knew he was being ridiculous. It's just it felt different to be back home after so many days not being surrounded by material things and most of all having no human contact. Not talking, but touch. The electricity arcing between him and Tharn hadn't disappeared with their time apart, but instead it had grown exponentially until it made Type nervous. It made him feel like he would be consumed until there wasn't anything left of him. It dawned of him that he was scared of the same thing he desired with all of his heart. What he'd been looking forward to for weeks. 

"I..." he started. "I'm not used to it. I feel awkward," it was a piss poor way to express how much he'd missed his life with Tharn. Just the small things like cooking for him and being cared for by him. And the bigger things like making love or talking about everything and nothing. "I don't know how to act," he finished saying. 

His eyes took in Tharn's face and expressions as he said it. He knew Tharn wouldn't make fun of him for what he said. It was one of the things he realized when he meditated every day. He could now fully appreciate Tharn's love and support and that he could count on having it forever. 

Tharn held onto Type's hand gently as if afraid of scaring him away. He bent his head and gently kissed his knuckles. He knew Type was skittish because this felt different, but he wanted to let Type know that he would always want to love him like this. No matter how much time had passed. The longer they were together the more Tharn wanted him, even if Type thought it was the opposite. 

"Then do you want me to stop?" Tharn asked. His eyes watched Type's face closely for any discomfort and all he saw was a shy innocent look that was slowly intoxicating him. Making him want to corrupt him. 

Type's heart was beating out of his chest as he replied, "No, don't stop." Maybe their condo felt different, but Tharn didn't. He felt like home. Familiar and warm. 

Tharn's hand slowly slid up his arms to grip his shoulder. His touch was reverent as he went slow for his nervous lover. "Type, unbutton my shirt." 

Type's trembling hands went to his shirt and unbuttoned his shirt, grateful to have something to do. All the while Tharn stared at his face, memorizing the lines of his forehead, his nose and lips. Lips he hadn't had a chance to kiss in a long time. 

Type's warm hands touched his pecs and then slid down to his tight abs, making Tharn's stomach tighten beneath him. Tharn dipped his head to kiss him even as his own hands went to his silk shirt. His hands were more sure as they nimbly unbuttoned Type's shirt in record time.