Watching the color drain from Basil’s face, Gus gnawed on the inside of his cheek, already forming an excuse as to why he had to leave. He’d overstepped his boundaries, again, and stepped over the line that Basil had redrawn in the sand, again. But as he opened his mouth to tell him it was late and he was tired and emotionally drained from today, now that the calmness of the tea had brought him back from the brink of hysteria, the man startled him with two little words. Instead his lips formed into an ‘O’ as every word he’d ever learned vacated his brain.

He hadn’t expected Basil to want him in any capacity after he’d walked away from him (outside of temporary friends when he truly needed someone in his time of need). He’d burned the bridge leading to him. When the brunette leaned forward Gus did too, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for him to pull back and tell him to get out. It was a tale as old as time, a story beginning to end that wasn’t ever going to change for either of them. But there was something twinkling in the man’s eyes that told him maybe they were going to rewrite their story. Gus knew he should tell him to stop, that there wasn’t a single bone in his body that wanted him to. He tightened his fingers instead.

Basil Foxwood was full of surprises tonight and instead of words he felt a soft pair of lips against his own; he sighed into his lips, content. It was over much too quickly and he swallowed a soft whine, instead choosing to blink at the beautiful grey hues staring at him, unsure of what they were doing. His own face flushed further, but his lips quipped up into a gentle smile to tell him that was more than okay. They could do as fast or slow as they needed. Gus wasn’t sure what they were doing either, as whatever they had formed between them tonight was delicate at best, waiting to shatter if either of them made the wrong move.

But he didn’t care. Gus tightened his grip on the hand holding his before he curled his other hand around the base of his neck, and leaned forward to close the gap between them. Like the previous it was still chaste and soft, but he couldn’t help but hum against him before he melted. The butterflies in his stomach roared to life, but why wouldn’t they when Gus was happily (very happily) kissing the love of his life. It might be the very last time he was ever able to, and damn if he wasn't going to take advantage of this moment.

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