Noodles

The last rays of the sun were slowly disappearing behind the horizon, the calm waves of the ocean swallowing them up faster than usual. The night was coming on quickly and Azaziah was starting to feel a bit cold while sitting on the back porch. He had a warm mug of cocoa rested on his lap and was wrapped in a blanket, but without his boyfriend, his fingertips and nose felt a nip from the slight breeze.

He knew his blond haired beauty would be home soon, but he was getting rather impatient.

Collecting his book and nearly finished drink, Az wrapped the blue blanket tightly around his shoulders and gave the beach one last look before heading inside. Living on a coast was more often than not a pleasant experience. The weather could be harsh and unforgiving at times, but he didn't mind it.

Kaeltki, his boyfriend of a few years now, made good money as a singer and they were fortunate to have found a nice beach house tucked away from the loud, sometimes obnoxious people that lived on the other beaches.

He kicked his slippers off near the fridge and shucked his blanket off onto a kitchen chair and sat his mug on the table as he walked by it, casually passing the weird collection of sea oddities hanging on all of their walls. Kae might be a charming, attractive man with the voice of an actual angel, but he was also super weird. To his fans, he was a cool rockstar, but to Az, he was a dork who had an affinity for shiny things, the ocean, and a hot glue gun.

Az made his way into the living room, plopping down onto their fifties-blue leather couch. He grabbed the remote and decided to put on some mindless show to pass the time.

Eventually, though, the show became nothing but a soft noise that lulled Az to sleep, making him pass out sitting upright.

He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep for but he knew it couldn't have been too long since the sun seemed to have just gone down. What awoke him was a soft hand brushing against his cheek, sliding up into his unruly, fluffy, black hair.

The slimness, the carefulness, the incredibly soft skin all told him exactly who it was before he even opened his eyes.

"You're late," he said, his voice heavy with sleep.

"I know," Kae said apologetically. "I brought food to make up for it, though," he sang.

At the mention of food, Az perked up and sniffed the air to identify what Kae was carrying in the plastic bag at his side. Salt and beef were the first things that hit his nose, but a mixture of something sweet wafted to him soon after.

"Chow mein and potstickers with sauce." Az narrowed his eyes at Kae playfully and glanced down at their metallic coffee table where two sodas were placed next to each other. His eyes traveled back to Kae, noting that he had his long, sandy blond hair pulled up in a neat bun on the back of his head. A single strand was loose and in his face, sticking out against his perfectly tanned skin. "Someone like you bringing me good food? I must've hit my head on the way into the house."

Kae snorted and rolled his vibrant brown, almost golden eyes at him. "I am a pretty good hallucination, then, aren't I?" He set the bag on the table with the drinks then fell onto the couch next to Az, undoing his hair so that it fell freely over his shoulders in a golden waterfall.

"If you've brought food then yeah. I'm starving." Az leaned forward and fussed the bag out of his way, reaching in to get the container that had noodles poking out of the sides. The place Kae often bought food from was well known for stuffing their takeout boxes to the brim, and the smell made Az's stomach give a small growl.

Kae grabbed the remaining container then passed Az a plastic fork, not wasting time to dig into his own noodles. "Man, I didn't get a chance to eat with the guys at the studio today. We have some new stuff coming out and I wanted to make sure I hit everything right. Some of my low notes need work."