These Stories Are Reasonable

Heaven (Oneshot)

Gray hummed softly as his left hand skimmed pages upon pages of material, occasionally breaking this near trance state of reading with a moment of etching. Studying was something Gray had always been good at, even when faced with distractions. Distractions like the Wolf Keum sleeping at his side. Two chairs pushed side to side. Two warm sides pressed against one another.

A mess of purple obscured the boy's eyes as his face rested in crossed arms. Gray's studying trance was peace for him, heaven even. Wolf listened to his humming and watched as attentive eyes flickered across sheet after sheet of things that Wolf himself could've never grasped. He especially enjoyed Gray's right hand, twirling his purple hair and massaging his scalp with slightly nailed fingers. Sappy and stupid as it was, Wolf loved Gray's delicate fingers, pale and thin, elegant and gentle. He adored them especially when the boy toyed with his hair.

The light press of Gray's elbow against his back was a sensation unlike any he'd ever had. Gray's outstretched arm was something beautiful like the boy's hands. His arm always rested with the grace of a dove, around Wolf's shoulders he'd embrace. That was heaven.

For a while, Wolf missed out on this wonderful experience. The stubborn boy had left his chair far from Gray's for many days, mocking him for his devotion to the pursuit of education. Moving it slowly, inch by inch, closer and closer, to closer inspect the material that Gray cared about. What could possibly be worth the attention in his eyes? What could possibly be worth every drop of energy the boy had in a day? What could be worth skipped meals and hangouts? What could be worth this big a fraction of Gray's limited time?

Wolf didn't quite figure that out ever, instead, finding himself completely and utterly destroyed by the grace of Gray's hands; weakened by the hush of his hum. When the White Mamba wasn't dishing out karma to annoying little mice, he was quite the sensible being. Not saying that Wolf was one to pick sane company, since, he'd always preferred his acquaintances on the wild side. It was unusual, unlike Wolf, and still his favorite thing all the while.

In all actuality, his time with Gray, not as rivals, not as enemies, was the time he considered most valuable. Resting in Gray's room, glued to his side after a long shitty day at Ganghak, was the highlight of Wolf's day. He'd never tire of the soft bird-song of his perfect, graceful, little dove. He'd forever relish in the way that Gray's perfect little fingers would spin his hair into tight spirals when the boy was perplexed by a problem or irritated while on the phone. 

They hadn't quite discussed this, whatever it was. Though Wolf preferred it that way, he'd rather their "togetherness" be vague and peaceful, rather than labeled and constricted. Despite it being, once more, utterly unlike himself to do so, he stressed about this issue semi-often. Worry would sometimes knot his brow, as concern lined his face from several weeks ago when he first muttered the words:

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"I've never kissed a boy before," While sinking down beside his pretty bird, deep into the plush of Gray's nest, face flushed with embarrassment and inexperience. It was a rare feeling, cheeks burning with shame, Wolf couldn't even recall the last time he'd felt that way before that very moment. "I've never thought about fucking a boy before either." He'd added not long after, voice hardly above a whisper. Wolf's cheeks burned as he willed the other to say anything in response.

Gray sighed, those words, he'd heard them before, "Oh," He mouthed, voice airy, "Well, don't stress too hard about it, you might only be attracted to me now because I look like a girl. It might not even mean anything," The logical, factual boy, took those words to heart in entirely the opposite directed than Wolf had meant them. Wolf hated the words coming from the object of his affection, and the way his perfect fingers anxiously linked together, a wayward jigsaw, uneven and not quite right, "You might get down there and decide you don't actually like boys, and that's fine too." He wrapped his arms around his knees, taking each word Wolf spoke about as well as if he were swallowing hot coals.