Opossum-(mxm) (Rever series Eight)

Opossum Twelve

He was unbelievably giddy! 

It was noon, an hour before Grim was planning to come by and help him move his things to his new home. 

I'm going to live with Grim. 

He still couldn't believe it. 

Rubbing his hands over his face vigorously, he felt his inner cat flick an ear and twitch its whiskers. It was rare that it was awake during daylight hours and while it didn't seem very interested in the current situation, it was clear to Ian that his cat was just as excited as he was, if not more.

"We'll see him again soon!" he told it excitedly as he finished taping the small box of kitchen items he had. 

He then added that box to a little stack near the doorway. That was all of his stuff besides the old desk and chair, which Grim had said to leave on the side of the road for garbage pick up. 

Without those two bigger items, since his bed was just a little roll on the floor that was already tucked into its little carrying bag, it would be a very easy move. 

"I think that's everything," he mused as he checked the empty living room/bedroom area, then went to the fridge and freezer. 

He'd eaten every little bit of food Grim had made or brought him, even if he'd had to eat some of the veggies raw since his cooking skills just weren't up to par. He'd also gained two pounds in the process, which was exciting since he always struggled to keep weight on. 

He did one final sweep of the area and made sure everything was spotless for his deposit, then waited. 

It was the longest wait of his life, but when he heard his phone chime and glanced at it eagerly, he couldn't stop smiling. 

"He's here!" he squealed, glad that his love wasn't within earshot yet. He wanted to dance, but Grim was waiting for him so he calmed his inner child and quickly opened the door and grabbed a few boxes to bring down. 

His love was waiting for him, having just gotten out of his car in front of his apartment. 

Grim popped the trunk as Ian approached so that he could put his things away, but instead of turning the car off, Grim left it running and headed upstairs to help Ian grab the rest of his stuff. 

"Have a tag-along, have to keep the A/C going," Grim said as he easily picked up a box that Ian had struggled to move after having overpacked it. 

He might have drooled a bit as the young man's muscles flexed, but he caught himself before he could make a fool of himself and quickly headed back downstairs with the boxes he currently held. 

Curiosity got the better of him after he finished loading those boxes, however, and he walked around to the side of the car and leaned down to glance into the back window. 

Huh? 

His brow furrowed as his mind tried to make sense of what was now calmly looking back at him, buckled up in the backseat like a toddler. 

What is that? Did he get a dog? 

That was kind of hard to believe, since Grim had made it clear that he wasn't an animal guy, but then what was in his back seat? 

"Hmm, no hug for your husband after being away from me for so long?" Grim said as he came up behind him and trapped him against the side of his warm car with his arms!

Ian about had a heart attack as he nervously looked over his shoulder, his face bright red at the dream he was currently somehow now living! 

He'd always wanted Grim to press him up against his car, or a wall, or literally anything, yet now that he was, he couldn't manage to find his voice to say a single thing!