KM - homesick
Title: Homesick
Pairing: KM
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Words: ~1000
Rating: K
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Mar locked the door to his old room behind himself and after the five steps needed to reach his destination he threw himself on the bed face first. He nuzzled the blue blanket with his nose and inhaled the familiar scent. The material was clean and fresh. His mother must have washed it preparing the room for his visit.
Maru rolled onto his back with a sigh and looked to the left at the wall. It was still covered with his writing, random quotes, drawings made both by him and his friends, the two dragons he painted a long time ago. Hung in between the dragons and drawings were photos of his friends and family.
He touched the cold sky-blue wall and trailed his fingers over the red and blue tail of one of the dragons.
Everything was how he left it the last time he came over. Even the stack of notes and books next to the bed was left unchanged.
He could hear the water running in the pipes indicating that his mom was washing the dishes after supper, the sound of the TV from behind the wall where his dad and younger brother were most likely fighting over the computer. Everything was in its place.
So why did he feel like he didn't belong here?
He turned to the side, his back to the room, and curled up making himself as small as possible.
This was the house where he spent the majority of his life; this was his room where he studied, laughed with his friends, locked himself when he was angry or sad; this was his bed - his haven for such a long time.
But it wasn't his home anymore.
Home was in Tokoname, in the apartment he shared with his lover, with his King. That's where he belonged now - at Frea's side.
Maru laughed at himself silently.
Only a day has passed since he kissed King goodbye and here he was - going all emotional about a few hours spent apart.
It wasn't the first time he visited his parents alone. As a matter of fact, Frea stayed at home more often than not since Mar's parents were still getting used to the fact that their son got himself a pervert for a boyfriend (though his dad and King were slowly becoming closer which didn't make the claret head all that happy - it meant trouble). But still, everytime he and King parted and were too far away from each other to just drop by for a moment and bother the other Maru felt as if a part of him was missing. And he didn't enjoy that feeling one bit.
When they were together even the air tasted better - that's how much the kitten was addicted to his fire tiger. How deep his love was.
The young man straightened his legs and looked for his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. The pants he wore were one of King's favorites. They hung low on Mar's hips revealing patches of pale skin every time he bent over. They hugged his butt tightly making every move, every curve all the more visible. The only disadvantage was that they were too tight for King to slip his fingers under the hem.
Point for the Kitten.
He pulled his mobile out and without further ado dialled Frea's number.
He didn't have to wait long for his lover to answer the phone.
“Hey there, Kitten.” The tiger greeted him happily.
“Hey.” Mar tried to sound cheerful, but doubted King would fall for it. “How are ya?”
“Good. Slaying dragons and such. What's up? How's home?”
“Fine.” He rolled and laid now on his back, his eyes focused on the ceiling, his ears and heart focused on his lover's voice. “We're just after supper. Was nice. Dad asked why I didn't bring you along.”
“And what did ya answer him?”
“That the King-dad combo is too dangerous for my sanity.”
He could hear Frea smirk on the other side of the phone.
“He made me promise that you'll come with me next time though.”
“Great. I'll get him to give me your baby pictures. Last time your mom stopped us before we even took a step away from the drawer.”
“Don't even think about it.” Maru wanted to laugh to show King he was okay, but a sudden lump in his throat stopped him halfway and only a strangled 'ah' left
his throat.
“Hey, what is it?” King asked concerned.
“Nothing. I'm fine.” He lied. “I'm doing just fine.”
“Kitten.”
“Hm?” But Frea didn't answer him waiting for his reply. King knew him too well to believe in his 'fine'.
“I want to go home.” He confessed finally in a quiet voice.
“You are home, Mar.”
“Home is where you are, King."
“By this time tomorrow you'll be fending me off telling me you have to study.” The older man tried joking, but it didn't help much.
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too, Kitten, but it's only a few hours more and you'll be back. Get some sleep and we'll be together before you know it.”
“Will ya stay with me until I fall asleep?” Ah, he hated acting like this, but he really didn't want to sleep alone. Not completely alone at least. He got far too used to King's arms holding him through the night (and unwilling to let him out of bed in the morning).
“Sure.” He felt his tiger smile through the phone. “So what are ya wearing now?”
“King!” Mar couldn't help but laugh. King always knew how to cheer him up.
“What?” Frea laughed.
“Pervert.” Kitten pulled at the end of the blanket and covered himself as he turned back to his side. He put the phone on the pillow, right next to his face. “Good night, King. Love ya.”
“I know, Kitten. Sleep well. I'll be here watching over ya.”
Mar closed his eyes and with a smile on his face fell asleep.