Strangers

"But I want to be with you for as long as I can"

Kristian was sleeping, with the soft rays of the morning sun beaming across his face, creating striped shadows over his cheeks as they hit his eyelashes. He was sleeping in Kostyas sweatshirt; black with an avocado pattern scattered across it, curled up around his slender body. His hair was dark now, cut in a style that complimented his face. His lips were a slight tint of red, full and soft. As Kostya moved closer to his boyfriend, Kristian's eyelashes began fluttering before he opened his eyes completely.

"Good morning, love."

Kristian smiled.

"Good morning." He sat up, stretching his arms. "Have you eaten yet?"

"No, I was waiting for you." 

"You know you don't have to. You wake up earlier than me."

"But I want to be with you for as long as I can."

Kristian moved over and kissed Kostya's forehead, whispering a faint thank you before crawling out of bed. He stood up, and opened the curtains fully to allow the sun to fill the room, enlightening every corner. Kostya squinted, creating shadow over his eyes using his hand. 

Kristian walked out of the door, heading to the kitchen, leaving Kostya alone. The door slammed shut.

I'll miss him. I'll miss him like hell.

Kristian was busy in the kitchen, scrambling pots and pans and making a mess all over the bench as Kostya arrived. 

"What are you making, Kris? An atomic bomb?"

Kristian smiled sarcastically.

"Pancakes, dummy." He walked over to Kostya, and before he could react, he had gotten whipped cream on his cheeks.

"What was that for?" Kostya laughed, grabbing the whipped cream, splattering it over Kristian's face.

"Hah! Revenge! Mohaha!!"

They continued the food fight, slapping berries and pancake batter on each other, until they were cut off by a loud beeping sound. The fire alarm had gone off.

"Why is it ringing?" Kostya looked over at Kristian, then at the pancakes, which were...

Oh, crap.

They were burnt.

They opened the windows to let out smoke, and threw out the pancakes.

"I guess we'll have to eat sandwiches today, then," Kristian said, before giving Kostya a kiss.

A while later they were sitting on opposite sides of the dinner table, each holding a sandwich. Kostya wasn't eating much, and he was pretty sure Kristian noticed.

"Is there anything wrong, Kostya?"

Kostya looked down. The lump in his stomach grew.

"I... Well, you know. I'm nervous. That's all." 

And I'm afraid I'll miss you too much, too much to function.

"Are you sure you are telling me everything?"

Kostya knew there was nothing he could do about it, but his head was still looking for solutions. Ways to bring Kristian with him on tour. But both of them were artists with busy schedules, each of them working on albums. Going on tour alone would be the easiest way, but not the least painful.

Kostya was hesitant. "Yes."

No.

They both looked at their plates.

Kristian slid his hand over to Kostya's, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Honestly, Kostya, I think this tour will be good. For both of us. If we can survive this, we can survive everything, right?"

Kostya looked into Kristian's eyes, their brown hue almost black with seriousness.

"Yes."