A very smile, melancholy smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he felt Basil’s arms wrap around him; there were a lot of things Gus wanted to tempt him into, but wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Not right now at least, when they’d both come out of it a little more broken and a little more resentful. (Him of the situation because he desperately wanted to love Basil in the way he deserved, and Basil of him for tempting him in the first place.) It would end in a way that blew up in their faces as always and this time around Gus wasn’t sure he’d recover from it. He was barely holding himself together as it was, and knowing that in the end he’d lose the person he loved most of all was something he didn’t want to think about.
He hoped (wish, prayed) that whatever was happening between them wasn’t a result of the other trying to put a band-aid over his bleeding heart. That was the biggest reason as to why he was delaying the inevitable about leaving this room – how were things going to change? The professor had walked into the room a broken man, and would walk out the same, just with a tiny bit of hope clutched in his hands. (He could already hear Sophia sighing at his unwillingness to let go.) He couldn’t help but huff in amusement as his arms tightened around him. “Then let me stay just a little bit longer.” Gus mumbled against him. “I’m scared to walk away from you again.” Maybe if he showed Foxwood his hand – his bleeding heart on his sleeve – he’d see how much Gus regretted walking away from him so many times. How much he wanted to be with him in any capacity he would give him, and never in his life would he make him choose between himself or his family.
Hope was a fickle thing, and even if Basil hadn’t meant to give it to him, Gus was going to cling to it. A soft sigh escaped him as Basil finally stepped back and then a moment later kissed him; he wished he knew if this was because the man loved him (as he’d told him), or if it was just to ease his pain. His lips were soft and delicate, like butterfly wings, and brushed against his just lough enough that he could inhale his breath and feel the warmth of his skin against his own.
Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he returned the kiss, keeping it soft and slow. There wasn’t an urgency; Gus wanted to pour every ounce of love he had into it just so the other could see his feeling hasn’t changed – and, probably never would no matter how this ended for them. His heart pounded his chest but Gus could only focus on how soft Basil’s lips felt against his mouth, and how additively he invaded all his senses. One hand trailed from his waist and up his spine before settling against the base of his neck. His fingers brushed through the soft brunette locks, while he moved the other to settle against Basil’s waist. It didn’t stop him from stepping closer to fill the space that had been left between them.
He hoped (wish, prayed) that whatever was happening between them wasn’t a result of the other trying to put a band-aid over his bleeding heart. That was the biggest reason as to why he was delaying the inevitable about leaving this room – how were things going to change? The professor had walked into the room a broken man, and would walk out the same, just with a tiny bit of hope clutched in his hands. (He could already hear Sophia sighing at his unwillingness to let go.) He couldn’t help but huff in amusement as his arms tightened around him. “Then let me stay just a little bit longer.” Gus mumbled against him. “I’m scared to walk away from you again.” Maybe if he showed Foxwood his hand – his bleeding heart on his sleeve – he’d see how much Gus regretted walking away from him so many times. How much he wanted to be with him in any capacity he would give him, and never in his life would he make him choose between himself or his family.
Hope was a fickle thing, and even if Basil hadn’t meant to give it to him, Gus was going to cling to it. A soft sigh escaped him as Basil finally stepped back and then a moment later kissed him; he wished he knew if this was because the man loved him (as he’d told him), or if it was just to ease his pain. His lips were soft and delicate, like butterfly wings, and brushed against his just lough enough that he could inhale his breath and feel the warmth of his skin against his own.
Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he returned the kiss, keeping it soft and slow. There wasn’t an urgency; Gus wanted to pour every ounce of love he had into it just so the other could see his feeling hasn’t changed – and, probably never would no matter how this ended for them. His heart pounded his chest but Gus could only focus on how soft Basil’s lips felt against his mouth, and how additively he invaded all his senses. One hand trailed from his waist and up his spine before settling against the base of his neck. His fingers brushed through the soft brunette locks, while he moved the other to settle against Basil’s waist. It didn’t stop him from stepping closer to fill the space that had been left between them.
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