To Want and Not To Have - NanaGo

Chapter 6 (NSFW)

After supper, Gojo insists that they watch a film. Nanami is too tired to think of visiting any of the inn's facilities, so he accepts. He doesn't care much about the film - but it's nice to sit back and relax with a cold beer after having taken a warm bath.

Gojo moves two chairs into the bedroom where the telly is, and he brings with him what's left of the snacks they bought before leaving the city. He acts like a little kid having a film party with his friends, and Nanami finds himself enjoying his exuberance. It's kind of cute, really. Or maybe he's simply too tired to be annoyed as he normally would be.

It probably helps that Gojo's fresh out of the bath too. He's pulled on a light blue yukata that brings the colour of his eyes. His hair, half-heartedly dried, is still dripping, wetting the shoulders of his garment. There's a flush on his cheeks that make him appear youthful and full of life. He moves easily around the room like he owns the place, placing the chairs just so in front of the telly and adjusting everything they might need to his liking.

Nanami, leaning one shoulder against the door jamb, simply watches him work. The sake and beer he drank at supper warms his blood. His nerves are soothed. There's a pleasant buzzing in his brain, just enough to keep any unpleasant thought from surfacing. And he can't lie - he finds the view of Gojo in a yukata bustling around the bedroom enjoyable.

Once everything is ready, they sit down to watch the film. Nanami has no idea what Gojo has chosen, and doesn't care much. He reclines in his chair, stretching his legs in front of him. Gojo sits beside him, close enough that their elbows occasionally brush.

For half an hour, Nanami allows himself to simply be. His eyes unfocus as he stares at the screen of the telly. Colours and images flash that he doesn't register. He doesn't listen to the dialogue of the actors much either, letting the sound of their voices wash over him. Although there's no heater in the room, it's not too uncomfortable for the moment.

Perhaps things won't be so bad after all.

That is, until Gojo pokes his arm, startling him. "Nanamin," he whispers comically loud, "you're half-asleep already. Go to bed, old man."

"I'm fine." He looks at his watch, squinting to see the hands in the gloom. "It's not even midnight."

To his surprise, Gojo inches his chair closer until the two pieces of furniture bump. Then, he leans in and rests his head on Nanami's shoulder. Nanami freezes, unsure what to do. He knows that he should pull away, put some distance between the two of them. He can't have Gojo this close to him, not in this setting, now that he's too tired to keep his guard up. Yet his body remains locked in place, while his heart beats too fast and his lungs struggle to work properly.

Gojo has to sense the tension. He looks up then, peeking through strands of white hair to get a glimpse of Nanami's face. In the glow coming from the screen of the telly, his eyes glitter like pools of water under the midday sun. Nanami can't look away, can't even pretend he's not looking. Gojo says nothing, just keeps those hypnotic eyes on him. Nanami gulps, throat tight. His treacherous gaze takes in every inch of the other man's face, wanting to commit it all to memory. Gojo has changed since the last time they were this close, in their teenage years. His face is leaner, his cheekbones are sharper. The blue of his irises is a shade darker than before. His jawline is slightly sharper, his chin a bit pointier. His eyelashes are different too, not quite longer but thicker perhaps.

But his lips are the same, pink and moist and plump and ready for a kiss.

"You can't do that," Nanami mumbles.

"Do what?" Gojo asks, those lips moving around the words in a way that gets Nanami's pulse throbbing. He knows what he's doing, knows exactly how to pull Nanami's strings.