It’s supposed to be a game, isn’t it? What they’re doing? But Christ if it isn’t difficult to miss the way Jun’s hair sweeps over his forehead, or the twinkle in his eyes every time Neo says something at least remotely entertaining, or how warm his hand feels when Neo’s fingers curl around it.
Or how his lips curve into that subtle, barely-there smile, and how badly Neo wants to kiss it off.
They’re strangers, definitely. Neo isn’t the type to believe in any of that romantic bullshit, so it isn’t that. There’s a connection, though—one that isn’t necessarily physical in the way their fingers seem to lock together like instinct—and Neo genuinely enjoys talking to him. Spending time with him. Listening to his little rambles, looking at things that capture his interest. They end up sitting on the bench making up stories about people that pass by. That man on his phone just got promoted at work and he’s calling his wife. The woman walking a dog is trying to lose weight for a friend’s wedding. The two kids running down the pavement are going to fall in love one day, fall out of love, and then find each other fifteen years later.
It’s halfway through a particularly amusing story about an old man’s toupee that Neo’s head turns to look at his companion, who at this point has begun to lean against his arm.
Jun looks back.
His lips part and—“I want you.”
The words stab through his heart, azure hues widening the slightest bit as his mind attempts to catch up to his ears. There’s a light flush on Jun’s cheeks, a slight shyness in the way his front teeth dig softly into his lower lip, and in Neo’s stomach a low heat begins to pool, tendrils curling outward to every nerve in his body. It’s slow-going, at first; his attention shifts from the strangers on the road to the one sitting right behind him, and Neo’s hand cups his cheek.
Jun is warm beneath his palm. It’s enough to cause delirium.
“Say that again?” Neo whispers.
Jun’s lip trembles, but a smile curves up in the split-second that follows, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. “I want you,” he breathes, and this time it goes all the way to the base of Neo’s spine.
The kiss is bruising; Neo’s teeth clicks against the other man’s and there’s an apology somewhere, but it’s forgotten as the hand on Jun’s cheek moves up to tangle in those long locks. His other hand, still locked with the younger man’s, tightens its grip before pulling Jun forward even further. Their chests brush, Jun’s lips part in a soft sigh, and Neo’s tongue slips in, licking along the roof of his mouth before touching the other man’s own sensitive muscle.
His hand slips down to cup the back of Jun’s neck, and he feels fingers curling into the front of his shirt. He swallows the gentle noises the other man lets out, revelling in the way he tastes in his mouth. Neo smiles against his lips. Jun murmurs something unintelligible.
They part momentarily, a thin string of saliva connecting their mouths, and Neo lets out a little purring noise as he severs the line with his tongue.
“I want you, too.”