#agetan

The words had fallen effortlessly from Agron’s mouth. “Let’s go back to my place” and at that time Cétan had nodded his agreement long before the implications ever clicked. He stood in the entryway of Agron’s apartment, hands clasped and fingers entwined at his waist, unaware of what to do with himself. He hadn’t been here before, literally and metaphorically. There had been daydreams of what sex might be like. There’d been internet searches for what he might expect, pictures and videos full of embarrassing sights and sounds, but none of it really prepared him for this moment. Agron was his first and only love and tonight would be... His cheeks flared as Agron slipped around him after locking the door, beckoning him into his private space with hands that were just as gentle now as they had ever been.

Cétan’s nervousness was written plainly upon his face, as were most of his emotions and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit scared. What if it hurt? What if he failed? What if Agron was left unsatisfied? What if tonight turned out to be the dealbreaker that ended this miraculous relationship and love he had found in the other? Maybe he should have practiced somehow?

His racing thoughts halted when Agron paused at the door of his bedroom, his strong hand still curled around Cétan’s reassuring and tender. Dark eyes looked up under thick lashes locking with mesmerizing green. Yes, he was nervous and scared, but he wanted this. He definitely wanted this.

8. While working on the Car in the Garage

Agron was doing some work on the car in the garage, taking advantage of some free time, when Cetan had come out with a cold glass of water for him. It prompted a much needed break, as Agron wiped his hands a little on the cloth, after sliding out from under the vehicle. He gratefully took the water and drank it all in a few gulps. Not quite realizing just how thirsty he was. He smiled at Cetan, his hand touching the other’s cheek and smirking with amusement when it left a small patch of black from the dirt where Agron’s hands had been working on the car. When Cetan pointed out that Agron had some on his face too, Agron leaned toward him, rubbing his nose against Cetan’s nose to pass it on. Being so close to him, the amusement in the air was quickly replaced with . . . well, what Agron was always filled with whenever it came to being near his partner. 

It started with a quick peck on his lover’s lips. But that wasn’t sufficient. Instead, Agron kissed him again, and again, blindly laying the glass of water on a nearby surface before his hands went to Cetan’s sides, breathing into the kiss as he deepened it. Coaxing the other’s mouth open with his own. Agron slightly lifted Cetan so that he was seated on the hood of the car, Agron’s own body standing in front of him as he parted Cetan’s legs to stand between them. His hands slid under his shirt more and more, hands spanning across Cetan’s skin as he gently pushed him back to lie against the car. It would appear that it wasn’t just water that Agron felt thirsty for. For there was something else far more needed to quench his thirst. 

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Agetan Snuggle! TOT I love these boys sooooo much!

and one without the other one  would be needing something more...

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The rain came down in freezing sheets, drenching everything it touched. Out of breath and soaked, Cétan came to a stop under the overhang of a county firehouse. It wasn’t ideal as he wasn’t sure how long it would be until he was shooed away, but for now it’d have to do. Walking the length of the building he found a spot where he could stay relatively out of sight and so with his back to the brick wall, he slid down until seated, hugging his knees to his chest. 

He was freezing. A lightweight hoodie was his only coat and it clung to him sopping wet and frigid, causing his body to tremble and teeth to chatter. He was also tired, which wasn’t a good combination. But on the streets you don’t dare sleep very long nor very deeply and Cétan learned that early on. Even so, he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier each passing moment, until his own brain had had enough and shut him down the hard way.

This unfortunately made things worse for him as his body temperature plummeted even further. Over the hours he was out the rain turned to snow and began to accumulate. The distant sound of voices as one shift ended and another begun helped to rouse him just enough to know he was in trouble but he couldn’t find the strength or willpower to make any sort of movement. 

Three days before when Cétan woke up stiff from sleeping in a stairwell, freezing to death was the last thing he ever would have predicted for himself. Things had taken a bad turn when he unwittingly walked right into a crime in progress. Though he had outrun them once, the gangbangers owned this part of town and he had no idea whose eyes were watching him still. It left him unable to sleep and it left him stranded in angry weather that hadn’t been predicted and like a prey animal, it left him mortified.

Cétan felt his eyelids freeze together. His mind traveling to familiar thoughts and wishes of a warm home with people that loved him and wanted to be around him. He vaguely pondered that if he died here, at least he was in a place where he’d eventually be found. Maybe in death someone would care for him.

-I was terrified of you at first.

-I feel like I have to go along with whatever you want.

-I can’t imagine my life without you in it.

Continued from X

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“It’s not a big deal? How can you say that?” Cétan watched as Agron paced around the room, an action he often did when his temper was high. Yet Cétan never thought he’d see a day when that temper was directed at him, especially when he was not in the wrong.

“Why is it always ‘some other time’? Why does your brother always come first? Didn’t you promise Granny you’d take care of me… That you’d love me more than anyone?” Cétan faltered a bit and broke eye contact. To say it outloud felt petty and selfish, but he was only being open and honest. So many times Cétan had felt like he was in second place behind Duro. Always close to catching up, but never finishing first. But he knew Agron loved his brother and of course family came first, still, wasn’t Cétan his family too?

Cétan had tried to suppress the selfish side of him, reasoning with himself that he didn’t have a brother, he didn’t know what it was like. It worked for a while until he began thinking that maybe Duro was inventing his own problems just to draw Agron’s attentions to him. Maybe Duro didn’t like his brother being taken from him… The thought frustrated him because he could understand that reasoning but Duro was also an adult in his own relationship! Why did Agron feel the need to drop his life entirely and rush to his brother’s rescue over every little thing?

Cétan wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear from Agron. He didn’t want to monopolize him and demand he never see his brother again, but he was growing weary of the apologies that never lead to a change in behavior. He didn’t like feeling that he’d always be runner up in Agron’s life.

A dangerous and hurtful thought came to him and he looked up at Agron once more. “Are you bored with me?”

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Agron had known this was not going to be a small fight, and he usually tended to avoid such confrontation. But . . . he couldn’t do that now. They were too far past that. He felt the pain in his chest when Cetan spoke of how he had promised Granny to take care of him. That he would love him more than anyone. Words he had made promise of to Cetan’s grandmother before she passed away. “Am I not fucking doing that?!” He snapped, voice not raised but strong in tone. It caused those feelings of failure to resurface in Agron; and this whole situation, reminded him of when Duro would get angry with him. Obviously the nature of both relationships was different, but those feelings of failure were the same. Because Duro and Cetan were the two people he loved most in this world. 

“I can’t just abandon my brother when he needs me. Just like I wouldn’t abandon you.”  His voice continued on that tone, now standing still and looking at Cetan. His next question causing him to pause and just look at him. “Is that what you think it is?” He rhetorically questioned. “That I’m bored with you?” As if in disbelief. “Of course I’m not fucking bored of you, or us. But if this isn’t good enough for you then maybe you should just fucking move back home.” He didn’t mean it; the words came out of the intensity of the situation, for Agron knew that sometimes in the heat of the moment . . . he could say the wrong thing. And, instantly regretted it after the words left his lips yet made no apology. Cetan’s home was here, with him, and he knew it but . . . it was too late to take back what he had said.  

Agron smiled at Cetan’s reaction as they got back to Agron’s house. It was late and understood that Cetan would be spending the night here as they returned from a dinner and then drinks afterwards. Closing the door behind him, Agron then faced Cetan, the smile unwavering from his lips. “You sure about that?” He teased the younger male. Truth was, Agron felt this thrill over the thought that someone would feel jealous. More so that it was his partner Cetan who felt that way. But of course, Agron would not plant any seeds of doubt in the others mind. He wanted him to know that he was his, completely. 

“He’s a friend,” Agron assured him, reaching out to gently cup Cetan’s chin. “Donar is just . . . Donar.” They had always been a bit touchy feely with each other, but Agron saw it as innocent for the most part. Still, Agron knew what some people said, or suggested, but Donar had always been a good friend of Agron’s. He didn’t see the other any other way. “I hope no one fucking said anything to you to make you feel that way?” Agron asked, wanting to make sure Gannicus hadn’t run his mouth to Cetan. He’d have fucking words with him if he did. 

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