The Lovecats - McLennon

Chapter 13

8th October 1862

John answered. „Well yes, we would like matcha tea."

With a firm „alright" the man walked away and left the two of them alone.

Paul spoke up. „He is a bit too friendly with me isn't he?" He chuckled.

John answered, his expression was unreadable. „Oh, erm-, yeah, I guess he is." 'John you sucker, why are you this obvious, Paul doesn't need to know about your secret yet.' He shook his head.

~~(I reccomed listening to a song called „Disintegration" by The Cure for a better experience)~~

Paul's eyes widened, he looked and felt very confused. They waited in silence until the man returned with their tea and placed one flower patterned teapot with two cups on the table.

John moved slightly forward with his pillow and Paul did the same. John lifted the teapot, held it in his hand and poured the tea into Paul's cup which Paul was holding by the ear. Their fingers brushed which left elecricity in their body and instantly stared into eachother's eyes. They didn't realise that Paul's cup was already full and John was spilling the liquid out. He spotted it and shouted „shit!", took tissues and was repeating. "Sorry Paul I am so so sorry, fuck." Paul always answered with „it's alright Johnny" and „don't worry." When John finally cleaned it up he poured some for himself.

They were grinning while drinking and not taking eyes of eachother. Their minds were racing with diffrent kinds of emotions. They have known eachother for such a short time but it has already felt like it was for so long. They were falling in love more and more as the time was passing by. John was thinking about how long was Paul planning to stay in his house. He hoped that Paul could stay with him forever because he loved the sense of comfort he felt everytime he was with the other man. Its true that John felt also very nervous everytime he was in the the night-haired boy's company. John was constantly thinking about how handsome Paul was and about how fucking gorgeous he was in general. Also a tender of concern and anxiety started to hit him in his lungs. 'Does he even feel the same towards me?' 'What if he doesn't like being with me at all?' John was looking at the boy who was drinking his tea. Paul was giving him small nervous smiles which John found so adorable. Paul always made him feel so many emotions. John couldn't look at that black haired man without his face subconsciously turning to a grin after few seconds, it was just impossible and he noticed that Paul was doing the same. And that's why they were always so awkwardly smiling at eachother. Thoughts of last night entered John's mind again, how the boy was curled next to him, his arms wrapped around him. When he finished his tea he locked eyes with Paul, and they had their stare again. The eye-lock they have known very well, so many emotions and tenders were attacking their bodies physically and emotionally. It was so impossible to name the emotions they were feeling, there were just no words to describe them. Sincd they have met, there have been just always this kind of faith and destiny they both felt deep down inside of them. Scared to admit it yet. But it was here. It really was. They were staring at eachother god knows for how long, always lost the notion of time when their gazes were locked, cheeks flamed, hearts raced and spines shiwered.

Eventually, they finished their teas and John spoke up first. Felt so bad for the interruption of their moment, but it had to end somehow. „Alright Paul, let's go so we catch up with your friend Geroge on his orchestra performance." John stood up and offered hand to Paul who gladly took it to his own.

They walked out of the teahouse, of course that waiter didn't forget to send wink Paul's way and John had to take all of his mental strenght to be somehow tolerative. But of course he couldn't tolerate it. The waiters behaviour was driving him insane. John felt bad for the raven-haired boy but also very vexed at the waiter. He was already planning his revenge... John felt guilty because he took Paul on their first 'date?' and that asshole had to ruin their mood.

They were walking around the city, smoking pipes, just wasting time till George's performance.

Walk to the opera was about half an hour long, Paul was leading the way. When they finally came inside they spotted George who came to greet them.

George's eyes lit uo with surprise when he saw the man beside Paul. And Paul spoke up. „Hi George this is my- um- friend John, I am living in his house with him, he offered me to stay there, I moved out from Jane's place and left her, forever."

George swallowed the new information and answered. „Oh hello John, I am George, Paul's best mate since childhood. Nice to meet ye." He pulled a hand for John to shake.

John shook it and spoke up. „Nice to meet you."

George looked at Paul. „Shit Paul I am so nervous."

Paul looked at his friend with sadness in his eyes. „George, you are literally the best violinist I know, come on, don't worry you got this mate." Slightly patted his shoulder.

„Thank you Paul, it's starting in ten minutes so I better be going, feel free to sit yerselves mates." He said, instructed his hand to the direction where the sitting place was in the opera.

When they said their goodbyes Paul glared at John. They were walking together to find a spot where to sit before John's eyes fixed on one person, there was this man who had a big nose, azure eyes and dark hair. He haven't seen him for ages. His childhood close friend. He knew that it was him. John recognized his face immediately.