The Importance of Moss.

The Importance of Moss 8.

Kier and Laurence did leave the tree. Not just from respect for Luke but also because it really would be nice to be alone. Not proper alone, because there was all these things around them but they’d still be mainly alone. No Drew, no scary Cyrus from the Corrigan troop and no Luke – even if he never was particularly annoying, but it was still nice to be alone. They could do whatever they wanted and there was some near thrill in being alone together.

They walked a little past the river, flying over the streaming of the blue. Kier’s the one who pushes their hands together, sliding their fingers together and running his fingers over the pale white vines of Laurence’s hands. Maybe he presses his fingers down a little hard, pushing over the vines. It’s not weird, he just likes touching him a lot and Laurence always gets this smile on his face and Kier always wants to kiss him.

“It’s weird, y’know,” Laurence hums, turning and pressing his back against a pale grey stone. Kier frowns at  him, because he doesn’t know what’s weird, but he doesn’t care because Laurence is pressed up against a stone and he presses himself closer. He presses their fisted hands against the stone, and looks up towards his darker haired troop-leader. His nose bumps against his chin, and a grin smothers his face. He just likes this close proximity with Laurence. “Having someone else here.”

Kier shrugs because he doesn’t really care too much about having a new troop member anymore, because he’s alone with Laurence and he wants to press closer and ignore the fact that there’s a troop member. He just wants to immerse himself in Laurence. “Yeah, I guess,” he mumbled, tilting his head a little more, and his nose bumps his chin again. He pulls on Laurence’s hands so that he’s a little more down to the proper height.

“Hey,” Laurence grinned, their noses nudging together in a bump of affection. “Hey, gorgeous.”

The red headed boy scrunches his nose up, and he made it look like he didn’t actually like being complimented by Laurence. He did. He loved being like this with Laurence, loved the soft touches and the soft name calling that he did. It made him want to bury against Laurence and cuddle him forever, and maybe never actually go back to the troop. He could do that.

“I really want to kiss you,” Kier admitted, dropping their hands apart. He slid his hands up onto Laurence’s hips, digging his fingers tips into his sides with a smile stretching onto his face.

Laurence grinned, tucking his arms around Kier’s neck. “Now, who’d want that?” 

Kier’s wings twitch a little bit from where they’re drooped out, the wings dragging against the ground before popping up again with the news that they were going to kiss. Laurence’s wings were pinned up against the little stone, but they were twitching just slightly.

“Dunno, babe,” murmured Kier, tugging a little at Laurence’s hips, at the same time that Laurence pushes his fingers between the brown strands. They both tug each other forward, and their lips meet. It’s not the first time that they’ve kissed, they do it a lot (Luke knows this) and it’s obvious in the way that they just fit. With fingers pushing into soft skin and hands clutching at chunks of dark hair.

Laurence drops his hands a little more and they run over the tight muscles of his shoulders that hold up the stretches of red wings. His fingers dig against the muscle and run over the dark red vines that roll down from where his wings stretch out and he scratches over the lines with blunt nails, down to where the vines pale and the fur of his cover-up is stretched out over the slight raise of his arse. 

Kier groans against Laurence’s mouth, and he digs his fingers into the pale flesh of Laurence’s hips, the white vines on his skin pushing out a little more obvious as he did. Kier thinks he’s the most gorgeous person ever and a grin ruins their kiss, but it’s nice. Stretched lips with teeth only slightly clacking against each other. It doesn’t matter, because nothing can really ruin this moment. 

The red head pushed his hips a little against Laurence’s thigh, and presses his nose up against his neck, his arms a loop around his neck so that he can mess with the black hair. “Love you,” he smiled, his hips still pressed against thigh and his eyes still bright. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply.

Laurence runs his fingers over the warm of Kier’s back, and nods only slightly before nuzzling his nose up against the mess of bright red hair that tickles against his chin. “Hm. Love you, too, babe,” he murmured back absently. His fingers rubbed absently at the small of Kier’s back, fingers pressing slightly into the top of the soft fur pelt. 

“We’re screwed, you know that?” Kier murmured, tugging his hands back and flopping back onto the ground and his wings quickly scoot out of the way, and move into this flared position, as if glaring at Kier for near squishing them. Laurence joins him on the floor and his wings tuck up, his hand reaching out and clamping around Kier’s. He tugged him closer and the red head pressed his cheek against Laurence’s shoulder, a tiny frown between his curved brows.

“We quite possibly are,” Laurence agreed absently. “But then we might not be. We might have gained something, by gaining this someone. Maybe it won’t go well, but maybe it will and maybe he will indivertibly help us, babe. What if he helps stop the Corrigan’s going crazy on our arses?”

Kier laughs a little bit and shrugged a little, he didn’t know. He didn’t know anything. “But what if he hurts Drew? What if he gets him all attached—you know how Drew is with people, babe—and then just leaves as soon as Drew gets him flying again? I couldn’t stand that, at all. I couldn’t, Laur. I don’t want Drew to ever be hurt, you know?”

And Laurence does know. He knows how much Drew gets attached to people and he knows how distraught he gets when said person leaves. It’s not nice to handle with. You have to find all this stuff to distract him away from the fact that he was left again, but nothing seems to do it right. Laurence just hopes and fucking prays that this Cyrus fellow isn’t going to leave Drew behind as soon as he can fly with that fucking crooked wing and a half.

“Yeah, babe, I know,” Laurence sighed. He pressed his nose up against Kier’s head, nuzzling against his temple and dragging his lips over the pale skin. His hand lifts up to his  hair and pushes through the short strands at the sides and sliding through the clump of bright red at the front. Kier’s wings shake just a little, catching on the dark strands of Laurence’s hair. 

Laurence grins, tapping their wings together in an affectionate manner. 

“You know you’re a dick,” murmured Kier, a grin spreading over his face. He turned his head and bumps their noses, giving him another kiss full of teeth and when they pull back there’s a string of spit shining and pulling tight from where it hangs from their lips.

Laurence smirks and licks his lips, breaking the string of spit. “I did not know that,” he told him, honestly. He lifted his hand and caressed his fingers over his ears, pushing his thumb over the point at the top of his ear. He leans down and bites at the point, a grin coming onto his face.

Kier’s wings twitch a little more, clipping against Laurence’s face. “Well, now you know, huh?” he asked, looking at him with these huge brown eyes and a grin on his face. He pushed up onto his knees and pressed his palms down onto Laurence’s knees so that he can stand up. He tugged Laurence up with him, hands tangled together and smiles wide.

“D’you want to go wash, love? Or stay and kiss for fucking ever?” offered Laurence softly, pressing their fingers together. His hands were larger than Kier’s. He turned the red headed boys hand around, bringing his hand up against his mouth and dragging his lower lip against the thick red vines along his fingers.

“Kiss for fucking ever.”

A/N: Here's the chapter, finally. I'm sorry it wasn't here sooner, but I kept getting so distracted. I hope this fills your Keveridge needs, I quite liked writing this chapter because I like writing couple smush. I cannot wait for the Timids to be like this but I am not going to rush this. This is for my friend who is finally drawing fanart for this! c: