One and Only

Chapter 5

The week apart was hard. At night, Geto missed Gojo laying next to him. He missed feeling him toss and turn because even while sleeping, he could never be still. His room was too quiet without the soft snores. The bed was too cold without his warmth. The only thing that made it a little better was their texts and phone calls.

Before bed, Gojo would always FaceTime him just to hear Geto's voice. He'd be snug in his own bed, dressed in his sleep clothes with sleepy eyes to match. They'd talk about their family and what they did during the day. The conversation would go on until they were unable to stop yawning. Neither of them would say it, but it was obvious that they missed each other more deeply than they conveyed. It was clear as day in the way they looked at each other. Their eyes yearned to see the other in person.

"Are you excited to see me tomorrow?" Gojo batted his pale white eyelashes through the phone. He had a silly grin that made Geto chuckle a little.

"Oh, I am absolutely thrilled." His words sounded sarcastic, but he genuinely meant it.

"I've missed your breakfast." In Gojo's mind, he was really saying he missed waking up and seeing Geto. He missed their routine that was only special to them. "You make the best coffee, too."

"I usually just grab coffee from the shop across the street," Geto corrected with a giggle.

Gojo grinned and shook his head. "Well, coffee just tastes better when it's given to me from your hand."

"Don't the chefs at your house make everything gourmet?" Geto pointed out. "I dream about all the times I've got to eat there."

Gojo didn't talk about it much, but his family was loaded with money. Personal chefs rotated in the kitchen. Maids for every room in the home. A different gardener for the front and back yard. He was privileged and sometimes that was hard for him to deal with. People only saw him for the money attached to his name. Sometimes his spoiled nature would slip through his personality. But with Geto, he was just Gojo. He could comfortably be himself without any worry.

"Yeah, but still," Gojo huffed.

"I'll make sure to bring you coffee when I get back to the apartment," Geto assured with a sweet smile.

"You're too sweet, Sug," Gojo grinned. Even through the screen, it was obvious his cheeks had turned a rosy pink shade. "Don't forget the sugar, too."

"Yeah, yeah," Geto sighed. "I know how you like it."

"No, I mean sugar from you," Geto teased, followed by a flurry of kissy noises against his phone's speaker.

It merely a joke, but it didn't stop Geto from blushing. One thing that's certain is that they did kiss while they were camping. It wasn't talked about, but Gojo never refrained from subtly hinting at the memory. It just made everything a little more confusing. Where the hell did Gojo stand with him?

"Speaking of," Gojo quickly flipped a switch into seriousness. "Any, uh, hookups or anything I should know about while you've been out of town?"

It was hard to tell, but Gojo sounded a little apprehensive. He angled his phone just enough to where Geto couldn't see the exact expression on his face, too.

"Nope," Geto answered.

Gojo's face came back into frame as soon as Geto answered. He looked almost relieved, which contradicted their recent mishap at the bar.

"What about you?" Geto asked. He hated being so curious. The words felt like they were 1000lbs in his throat.

Gojo shook his head. "I've been at home for the most part, so no shenanigans on my end."