Firsts

It had been two months. Two months since Zane's heart had started to beat. Two months since the first time he had felt those chilling, soft pair of lips press up against his. Two months since the defeat of Morro.

Cole couldn't remember the last time two months had flown by so fast, rushing by him as if they had some place to be. It had been full of celebrations, congratulating and honoring the group of ninja and their feat of taking down yet another enemy. It had also been full of grief. Lloyd and the rest of the Garmadon family, Wu included, had immediately left for some secluded monastery after the "ghost war". Quite honestly, everyone needed a break from the life that came with being a hero. And losing a mother, wife, and best friend did not leave the three Garmadons in a place to be of any help.

Surprisingly enough, there had been no attacks since Morro. It seemed as though the bad guys had made a pact, letting their foes rest for a little while before returning to their day jobs of robbing banks and ending the world.

Cole had no problem with this of course. He was more than fine with resting, spending his time taking Zane on dates and enjoying what they had. Granted, Zane was busy constantly with his new consultant job at Borg Industries, taking his father's place. But the two ninja made it work. They had pined long enough, were stubborn enough, to not let their relationship slip by simply because of a job.

They had been doing well. Better than well, they were doing fantastic. Cole was sure he had never felt so happy, never so alive as he did now with Zane. God, there was no words to describe just how in love he was. He was in over his head, drowning in his adoration of the platinum haired ninja with chilling lips and pearly white teeth.

He couldn't imagine being with anyone else. He couldn't imagine feeling the slightest bit happy without having Zane in his life.

So, naturally, Cole was scared to death.

He had never been so in love with someone who felt the same way about him. This was also the first time he had ever shared an apartment with said person that he was in love with. It was the first time he had caught himself daydreaming about buying a ring for anyone, and damn they had only been together for two months, but it felt like years. It felt like forever, but it hadn't been forever, and Cole was afraid that if Zane popped the question, he wouldn't be able to say no.

He was a lovesick, disoriented ninja. And this wasn't even counting the immense sexual attraction Cole tried to repress on a daily basis.

Oh, there were things Cole thought that were sure to make Zane blush. There were actions he repressed desperately. Trying to stop his arm from reaching out and touching the pale, shirtless body while training was a struggle, and every time they trained together, Cole could feel the will of his arm growing stronger.

Fuck, he was a wreck.

And it certainly didn't help, one Saturday morning, when Zane came out of the shower in only a white towel, hanging precariously low on his hips.

A familiar, raptor like noise escaped Cole's lips at the sight of his boyfriend, unclothed with water droplets clinging to his skin. It was too much, way too much. Cole dove for their bed, burrowing his head in his pillow, forcing himself to cover his eyes and the blush spreading across his cheeks. Zane was going to kill him, pulling stunts like that.

Cole could hear the low, soft chuckle emitting from the bathroom doorway, before the slaps of bare feet walked across the wood floor to the closet, opening it with a creak.

"Did I awaken the dinosaur once more?" Zane asked coolly, smile audible in his voice. Cole was about to retort, when the sound of a white towel hitting the floor left him absolutely paralyzed. Zane was naked. Oh, god, Zane was naked and he was just across the room, and Cole had never felt such a strong urge to lift his head out of his pillow as he did now.