High Energy Collision [Completed]

Chapter 25 - Now I'm Here

From an armchair in Plan's new bedroom, Mean observed him as he was inspecting it sceptically.

Dinner had been straining for both of them, but for Plan in particular. Mean had felt sorry for him that he had to go through this and that he hadn't been able to give him more support without stirring up a hornet's nest.

Mean had seen that Joule was suspicious – as he would have been himself, if he had seen someone else act as oddly as he had yesterday. They needed to be extra-careful in front of her.

It sucked, that it had to be like this.

At least his parents were clearly fond of Plan. Mean hoped that it went beyond the PR opportunity he afforded to them and that they genuinely liked him. They had suggested that Plan made a home story about his life at the mansion with a tv program of their choice, even before Plan had to bring it up himself.

That was probably why they had pushed for the maids to prepare this room – rooms actually, they had given Plan one of the most luxurious guest quarters in the entire house, made of a bedroom and a study, as well as his own bathroom and access to his private garden patio, as they had promised during dinner. Usually, only high-society guests were hosted here – they must really value Plan.

The boy himself didn't seem too happy about the room, though.

"Too big," he muttered under his breath "what should I even use so much space for," or, "bed's too soft," while he walked around, shaking his head.

"So critical," Mean commented.

Give it to Plan to complain about a room being too big and too comfortable.

It finally made Plan snap out of it and their eyes met.

Mean smiled.

His heart jumped when Plan smiled back and started to walk towards him.

Pretending not to be more than fellow White Hand members all day had been hard. At times, Mean could almost have convinced himself that he had dreamt it all up, that they hadn't actually kissed in his studio last night.

Even when he had helped Plan pack up his stuff at the insistence of his parents, it had felt like he was just standing in the way. Plan owned so little that it had all fit into a duffle bag. He wouldn't have needed any assistance, and they had both felt too exposed still to interact in any more meaningful way.

"I don't complain about this part," Plan said, when he had reached him and slowly leaned down towards him.

He chuckled.

"Boyfriend."

The way Plan said that word sent shivers down Mean's spine. It still felt unreal; that there was now someone who called him that.

And not just anyone.

Mean hated that his eyes still quickly flickered towards the windows to check if the night curtains were drawn properly, before he moved in to close the distance between them. He couldn't afford to be entirely careless.

"Boyfriend," he whispered back, just before their lips touched.

The electrifying jolt that accompanied the kiss threatened to overwhelm him again, just like it had done the night before. So much had happened since their last kiss in the morning, he must have forgotten how it felt.

How were they going to survive this, if they could only kiss in the evening like this, and maybe in the morning, if they found a proper pretext to spend time together?

Unimportant.

The only thing that mattered right now was that they could feel each other again. And that Plan was manoeuvring himself to sit onto Mean's lap, without ever breaking away from him.