1# bursona enjoyer

Ozy was a bolted door, was an underground panic room for disasters guarded by obsidian walls, was the very center cell of a high security prison.

He was cagey.

He was an anxious wreck.

So many times already General had teased words from his lips, had soothed him, but they were still early in their relationship, anyone could tell. Often Ozy would get quiet around him, face flushed with some sort of emotion, some sort of turmoil. At those times, no matter what General said, no matter how he tried to help, Ozy wouldn’t talk.

This was one of those times.

He had been quiet getting into the car, quiet as they drove through the rain, quiet when General told him that he’d be right back and gone into the store, and quiet when the engine started up again and they started to drive back home.

Silent as the grave, more hushed than a cat’s step, so still that the pitter patter of rain sounded like bombs going off.

Maybe Ozy just wanted to be near him, maybe he was just bored inside, maybe he just wanted to see a little more of the city that was now technically their home. General wished he would just tell him. He wished he was better at reading the room. Better at understanding what the future had to hold.

He turned onto their street, already scanning for an open parking spot, for a place to pull into at least decently close to the apartment. Thankfully, the spot they had been in before was still open. He wished he had the foresight to grab an umbrella earlier, so Ozy wouldn’t get wet.

“Sorry I can’t get us closer.” General said as he turned the car off, hand moving to rub the back of his neck, a nervous tick. He could still feel where the skin there had been stretched, had been scarred. His inauguration.

Ozy said nothing, so after a moment, General simply slipped out of the car.

He buzzed with anxiety, all his nervous energy trapped under his skin, like he was a beehive, a building explosion. He wondered how it would find a way to escape him, the energy. Crying had been a common way for him to vent out his fear in the past. He didn’t want to cry now.

Rain ran down the back of his neck, cold and searching. He shivered. His clothes were already hanging uncomfortably off of him, soaked. He turned his eyes to the sky, squinting and holding up a hand against the droplets as a sea of grey rolled above him. It was like a herd of sheep, like an ocean. He couldn’t see where it started, much less where it ended.

It felt like ice was curling around his very being the longer he stood here, was curling under his clothes, was plucking at the hairs on his arms like fingers at a string. The sun was a forgotten memory, a well hidden one too.

There was the sound of a car door slamming, of feet sloshing through puddles, hurried, panicked maybe.

General turned quickly.

Lips and teeth clashed against his, and a sudden weight threatened to knock him to the ground, though more from the slippery sidewalk and surprise than strength.

Hands slipped under his shirt, pressing themselves to his shivering, wet skin. They were burning hot and General swore they were leaving marks as they held onto him, desperate.

His heartbeat was in his ears now and his stomach churned in excitement at the intimacy, even as his brain struggled to keep up, frozen in his skull as it was.

Ozy’s lips were far from soft, covered in little rips and tears from Soot, chapped from a profound lack of water and lip balm, but General couldn’t get enough of him. He wanted to hold him forever, to pin him down against something soft, to leave kisses all over him, to tell him he loved him.

Ozy’s fingers found their way into General’s hair as his own hands settled on his hips. They desperately pulled the other closer, like magnets, slotting together perfectly as the rain tried to wash them away.

General thought his heart might explode from want, from a lack of air, but neither of them was willing to pull away.

It was General who finally had to though.

The air between them was hot, scorching even as General caught his breath, as he panted, as he struggled to process what just happened.

Rain ran down his scalp like a massage, contrasting against Ozy’s warm skin.

Ozy.

Ozy was cooling off now, the rain slowly getting to him too, leeching off of him. General almost pulled him closer, almost offered him his jacket as an umbrella, almost said to forget the food and run inside before they got any more wet. He looked almost frightened though, and General wasn’t sure if he should be the one to speak up first, much less move.

Ozy’s lower lip trembled.

“Sorry- I- I shouldn’t have done that.” He mumbled, voice weak. Ozy pulled his hands away from General’s body, holding them awkwardly in front of himself. He didn’t make any other move to put distance between them though. “Shit- I should’ve- I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to overstep- I didn’t mean-” “I love you.” General blurted, insides only squirming more as Ozy apologized.

“I love you so much. I want to wake up next to you. To hold you. To kiss you. I want you to talk to me. I want to make you happy.”

Ozy froze as the words poured out of General, his face practically glowing pink as his lips parted. No sound came out though.

“Please just tell me how I can.”

General’s hands trailed themselves from Ozy’s hips to his face, cupping him gently, like he would explode into a million pieces if any pressure was applied. Ozy leaned heavily into the touch, eyes still wide in shock but lips pressing together, into a thin line. General could practically hear the gears in his mind clinking along.

They stood there for a while, 30 seconds, an hour, a minute, getting drenched, shivering in the cold. Ozy didn’t pull away though, letting General hold him close, letting his hands roam his back, letting his words settle in.

“Kiss me again. Please.” Ozy half mumbled, half begged, still feeling slightly warm even as the world was freezing over around them.