It's... Strange - Avdol x Polnareff

Sickeningly Sweet

Both men were frozen.

There was a silent moment where the two exchanged surprised looks and Jean didn't know what to do. Panicking, Avdol took this chance to swiftly pick Jean up from the toilet seat and plop him suddenly into the bathtub, getting in quickly after and closing the shower certain behind him. Jeans mind was fuzzy and his vision was no better, not entirely sure what just happened but not having much time to process it when the door finally opened up and a couple people stumbled into the bathroom in a drunken daze. Avdol placed a - well manicured, Jean offhandedly noticed - finger to his lips as a gesture for the stunned and very flustered man underneath him to be silent. Jean complied willingly, not sure if he could even do anything else right now.

After hearing the other people mumbling and laughing, drinks clicking against the sink and one of them relieving himself in the toilet, they eventually left as quickly as they came, leaving the two grown men to stare at each other as they still laid crammed in the small bath tub. It took a few tried for Jeans voice to finally come back to him, albeit his words sounding in a hushed and squeaky tone "Wh- um... that is... why did you...?" he tried, desperate for an answer as to why they were in the situation they were in. Avdol shrugged and Jean realised just how close they were when he could feel the shift of Avdols thighs against his own, Avdol towering over him and leaning his arms either side of the smaller mans head.

"Sorry... I panicked for some reason" he said, rubbing uncertainly at the back of his neck and looking anywhere but at Jean. "What do I even say to that?!" he internally wondered, surprised to see the tips of Avdols ears turning a dark red. Was he sweating? Jean had a sudden rush of confidence, given their position, and placed an open hand flat against the other mans chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken from the action. "It's fine... Honestly? I don't mind. Is that- I mean... is it weird that I don't?" He marvelled at the response he got, Avdol turning to look at him in the eyes with intense concentration and softened features, as if his worries about his suddenness were dashed quickly away by Jeans babbling. 

Avdol snorted and Jeans brain proceeded to short circuit, that simple sound making his face twitch into an impossibly wide smile that he couldn't control, not even sure he wanted to. He joined the other in a fit of childish giggling, the hint of awkwardness in the air being replaced by pure glee. "What the hell?!" Jean felt giddy from looking at Avdols unrestrained expression, not being able to think of anything else other than how he wanted to make sure the other man never stopped smiling, and loving that he was part of the reason why he was in the first place.

"If I said it was weird, then i'd be a hypocrite because I find that i'm quite enjoying myself" he spoke shortly after calming down enough to not stutter with laughter through his words. He sat back - to Jeans disappointment - on his heels, knees still either side of the still amused mans hips, said mans hand falling from its place previously on Avdols chest back to his side, fidgeting with one of the zippers on his left pant leg. 

Jean felt a rush of affection when a hand lightly caressed his cheek, thumb sliding softly under his right eye "I'm glad you aren't crying anymore" he heard, almost in a whispered tone and his heart felt full. His brain became clouded by what felt like cotton candy and his body felt warm as if his blood had turned to heated syrup. This moment felt so tender and sweet that he was worried for when it was going to end.

He leaned into the touch and found no resistance when he went to grab Avdols hand with his own, knowing that the action made scarlet bloom across his face but pushing through the embarrassment at seeing the others fervent gaze. Turning his head toward the hand, he closed his eyes and placed a chaste kiss to the russet brown skin of Avdols wrist. He knew that this simple action would dash the chances of pretending that he didn't have feelings for him, but finding that he was okay with that. "Jean..." Avdol said thickly, his accent and deep dulcet tone washing over his body. "Madha tafeal by?" even though Jean couldn't understand him, he could feel the meaning of the words and had a brief thought that maybe French isn't the only language of love, after all, how could it be when Avdol spoke with such feeling towards him.