Another TinCan story you might not want to read. This story starts with the scene where Can rejected Tin. Then it'll jump to a few years later with their lives apart. Don't know where this is headed but that's the gist of the plot.
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Warm.
The sense of being wrapped in calming warmth was the first thing that came to Can's mind when he awoke. He'd never felt such warmth before. He snuggled himself even deeper into the source of warmth with a content purr, not opening his eyes. The said source then moved and pulled him in closer, making him abruptly open his eyes and remembered what had happened last night.
He quickly raised his gaze to the man underneath him. But it was a wrong move because he hit Tin's jaw with his head, causing the man to wince in pain. He instantly stood up and worriedly looked at Tin.
"Shit. I'm sorry. Does it hurt?" he asked in a panicking voice.
Tin slowly sat up from the couch, allowing his feet to hit the floor and shaking his head slightly. "Good morning," Tin greeted.
He sat next to Tin on the couch, grabbing his face and staring at the part he'd hit. Guilt suddenly consumed him when he saw how red it was.
"I'm sorry. I will get a cold compress for you," he apologized again and was about to stand up when Tin pulled him into a tight hug.
"I- I can't breathe," he whimpered, but did nothing to break free from the embrace nonetheless.
Tin let out a soft chuckle as he let him go. "I was just checking to see if you were true. That this is real." Tin's face was lit up with a wide grin. He felt a light tug inside him, even though he wasn't used to seeing Tin smile that big.
"I'm real. We're real. This is real," he assuringly replied, ignoring the shyness he was feeling.
"Can I kiss you?" Tin boldly asked, making his eyes grew wide in pure embarrassment.
He roughly shook his head in disagreement, thinking that his breath would smell like crap because he just woke up. "I'll brush my teeth first," he awkwardly excused, but Tin was unconcerned. He instead pulled him in again and, without a word, claimed his lip in an open-mouthed kiss. It took him a few moments to know what was going on. His lips were unmoving until Tin licked his lower lip, earning a gasp from him. Tin took advantage of the opportunity and sucked the insides of his mouth with his tongue. Tin was a professional kisser, he had to admit that. And he was now feeling anxious about how his lip awkwardly moved against Tin's. When he felt out of breath, he slowly pulled his lip away from Tin. Tin's lip followed him even after that, but he quickly put his palm in between their faces.
"That's enough. I'm gonna... I'm gonna take a bath now," he said, then finally stood up from the couch. This time, Tin wasn't able to stop him.
He was already in front of their room's door when he heard Tin yelled in a sly tone, "Can I go with you?"
When he heard that, he swore, all the blood in his body rushed to his ears. Due to his embarrassment, he turned to face Tin and flashed him his middle finger while mouthing, 'fuck you.' Then, without waiting for an answer, he entered their room.
