Epilogue 1 (4/9)
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August 11 2010, 05:00:28 UTC
"We've got to celebrate this!" he said and held forward a bottle of red wine. Feliciano grinned and accepted a glass of the alcohol. He held it up into the air.
"For me!" he said, and Gilbert poured himself a glass of the wine and held it up as well.
"For you!" Their glasses met, and Gilbert downed his wine in one gulp. Feliciano put the glass back onto the table after a taste and sighed happily.
"Finally it seems like I am going somewhere," he whispered and looked at his fingers. Gilbert slipped his arm around his shoulders and kissed his cheek.
"I am so proud."
It had been four months. Four months since the chaos of feelings. Feliciano hadn't forgotten, how could he? Ludwig was still the first man he thought about when waking up, and the last eyes he saw in his mind before falling asleep. But that would soon change, he was sure. He wasn't feeling such depressing sadness clenching his heart to pieces anymore, and he could even hang around others without feeling the need to cry or scream. He picked up the glass and looked at the red wine. He had come far, he felt, and it felt pretty good.
Gilbert got up. Feliciano watched him as he disappeared into the kitchen to see if they had any good for a nice dinner. The Italian waited for a few seconds, staring at the door he had just disappeared through. He was still living at Gilbert's place, but now things were a bit different. They weren't spending time cheering each other up, rather they were having fun. And they most certainly weren't sleeping in separate beds. The last thing made Feliciano grin, and he got up and went out into the kitchen as well.
"This means you're quitting the old advertisement job, right?" Gilbert asked with his head stuck into the refrigerator. Feliciano leaned against the wall and nodded.
"Yes, no point in going back."
"Mhmm." Gilbert turned around, holding a pineapple. Feliciano snorted.
"I am not eating that." Gilbert snickered and put it back in.
"Well, then it seems like we'll have to order some food."
"Let me pay."
"You have nothing to pay with."
"I will soon!"
"Yeah, yeah." Gilbert closed the door and turned around to face Feliciano. Feliciano shoved himself free of the wall and walked over to him. He slipped his arms around his waist and stepped in close.
"Can it be just the two of us celebrating?" he asked in a whisper, and Gilbert swallowed and looked away.
"If that's what you really want."
"It is."
"Mhmm.." Feliciano tip-toed. He hesitated.
"Gilbert?" No reaction. "Gil'." Still nothing. "…Gilly." Gilbert snorted and looked down into Feliciano's kind eyes. The man smiled. "Give me a kiss."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am," Feliciano said and pulled him in closer. His smile fell, and he wrinkled his brows. "I think.. I think I knew for long, long before we had sex.. I just never.." He shook his head. "I've been so unfair to you, haven't I?" Gilbert placed his hands on Feliciano's cheeks and nodded.
"You have," he said, making the other pout. "But.. It's fine. Right now, it's all fine." Feliciano's lips turned upwards.
"Yeah."
"Yeah." Gilbert leaned down and pressed his lips to Feliciano's. The Italian hummed into the kiss and returned it sweetly.
It had been Four months since the chaos, but only four weeks since Gilbert's gentle touch of affection as they fell into the same bed and made love. And even if it was Ludwig's face that haunted him in his sleep, he got to see Gilbert's smile every waking hour. As long as it made him feel this good, Feliciano was sure that he didn't mind missing sleep - not as long as he got to hold his dear boyfriend this close.
*
LUDWIG
Ludwig kicked the door. "How typical!" He looked at the gray key in his hands, threw it to the floor and stomped on it. "Just so typical!"
The apartment complex wasn't all that big, and it was far from new, but it was cheap, and it had to be since he wasn't sure when he would be able to get a job again. He had moved far away from his old house, wanted to start all over, but the way things were going, he was sure it had to be a sign. He looked at the key that was now lying broken on the floor and snorted.
"For me!" he said, and Gilbert poured himself a glass of the wine and held it up as well.
"For you!" Their glasses met, and Gilbert downed his wine in one gulp. Feliciano put the glass back onto the table after a taste and sighed happily.
"Finally it seems like I am going somewhere," he whispered and looked at his fingers. Gilbert slipped his arm around his shoulders and kissed his cheek.
"I am so proud."
It had been four months. Four months since the chaos of feelings. Feliciano hadn't forgotten, how could he? Ludwig was still the first man he thought about when waking up, and the last eyes he saw in his mind before falling asleep. But that would soon change, he was sure. He wasn't feeling such depressing sadness clenching his heart to pieces anymore, and he could even hang around others without feeling the need to cry or scream. He picked up the glass and looked at the red wine. He had come far, he felt, and it felt pretty good.
Gilbert got up. Feliciano watched him as he disappeared into the kitchen to see if they had any good for a nice dinner. The Italian waited for a few seconds, staring at the door he had just disappeared through. He was still living at Gilbert's place, but now things were a bit different. They weren't spending time cheering each other up, rather they were having fun. And they most certainly weren't sleeping in separate beds. The last thing made Feliciano grin, and he got up and went out into the kitchen as well.
"This means you're quitting the old advertisement job, right?" Gilbert asked with his head stuck into the refrigerator. Feliciano leaned against the wall and nodded.
"Yes, no point in going back."
"Mhmm." Gilbert turned around, holding a pineapple. Feliciano snorted.
"I am not eating that." Gilbert snickered and put it back in.
"Well, then it seems like we'll have to order some food."
"Let me pay."
"You have nothing to pay with."
"I will soon!"
"Yeah, yeah." Gilbert closed the door and turned around to face Feliciano. Feliciano shoved himself free of the wall and walked over to him. He slipped his arms around his waist and stepped in close.
"Can it be just the two of us celebrating?" he asked in a whisper, and Gilbert swallowed and looked away.
"If that's what you really want."
"It is."
"Mhmm.." Feliciano tip-toed. He hesitated.
"Gilbert?" No reaction. "Gil'." Still nothing. "…Gilly." Gilbert snorted and looked down into Feliciano's kind eyes. The man smiled. "Give me a kiss."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am," Feliciano said and pulled him in closer. His smile fell, and he wrinkled his brows. "I think.. I think I knew for long, long before we had sex.. I just never.." He shook his head. "I've been so unfair to you, haven't I?" Gilbert placed his hands on Feliciano's cheeks and nodded.
"You have," he said, making the other pout. "But.. It's fine. Right now, it's all fine." Feliciano's lips turned upwards.
"Yeah."
"Yeah." Gilbert leaned down and pressed his lips to Feliciano's. The Italian hummed into the kiss and returned it sweetly.
It had been Four months since the chaos, but only four weeks since Gilbert's gentle touch of affection as they fell into the same bed and made love. And even if it was Ludwig's face that haunted him in his sleep, he got to see Gilbert's smile every waking hour. As long as it made him feel this good, Feliciano was sure that he didn't mind missing sleep - not as long as he got to hold his dear boyfriend this close.
*
LUDWIG
Ludwig kicked the door. "How typical!" He looked at the gray key in his hands, threw it to the floor and stomped on it. "Just so typical!"
The apartment complex wasn't all that big, and it was far from new, but it was cheap, and it had to be since he wasn't sure when he would be able to get a job again. He had moved far away from his old house, wanted to start all over, but the way things were going, he was sure it had to be a sign. He looked at the key that was now lying broken on the floor and snorted.
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