Brings Me Back To When We Were Young
Mick leans in, nozzling his head into Ketch's neck. Ketch has an arm around him, his hand placed gently on on the slightly shorter man's waist as he looks down at his lover. He smiles at the pure look of content in those bright green eyes and the lashes of red, green, white, blue, and purple shine on his face. The fireworks were beautiful as they were any other year but something about seeing them from this height came with its own sense of nostalgia, back to when they were kids at the Achademy below them: Kendricks.
"Do you ever miss this?" Mick asks, eyes still set just above the horizon. Ketch lets out a brief chuckle.
"Do I ever miss what? The sneaking around, hiding behind closed doors and up here on the roof top just to love my best friend, and pray that we wouldn't get caught?" The wording however hinting of displeasure, his tone had a hint of humor to it. "It might have all been fun but, Mr. Davies…" Ketch lowers his tone, whispering his next words into Mick's ear. "if we had been caught by any of our fellow students or, Heaven forbid, the Headmistress herself, you know what would happen next, I hope. One of us would have to kill the other." His tone got real cold with that last sentence and Mick laughs, despite the fact that that would've frightened or, at least, concerned anyone else.
" 'Because the code demands it'. The old woman really had a stick up her-" Ketch places his index finger to Mick's lips to silence him.
"Shhh… We're not alone." Sure enough, Mick cranes his neck to look behind them and there were two young boys around the age of eleven or twelve, both dressed in the Kendricks uniform. They were pale and frozen in fear with their hands intertwined with the others, probably assuming that the older men were Professors and going to report them. Mick sighs, giving them a warm reassuring smile of understanding.
"It's okay. This is a safe place. Or rather, it was when we went here."
"You don't have to worry." Ketch chimes in. "We are not going to report you. It'd be a bit redundant, don't you think?"
"Thank you, sir." One of the boys says as they find their favorite spot, having a little skip to their step as they do. They choose to sit only a few feet further down, one between the other's legs and wrapped in his arms. Soft whispers could be heard for them, the unmistakable giggles were much louder.
"You remember when we were like that?" Mick says, returning his attention to his lover.
"How could I ever forget?" Ketch places a tender kiss on Mick's neck, turning the reciever a little red.
"Do you think our secret's safe with them?" Mick's a little more serious this time. Ketch takes a good look at the boys then turns back to Mick.
"Certainly. Even if they were to report us to the proper authority, they would have to explain what they were doing up here. And something tells me that neither of them want to face those consequences." Mick turns to the boys, their joy shining a little light into his heart and he agrees. Why ruin the one place where you're safe… to be you?
