I'm late.
New Years Day~ word count: 551
Brys had hoped it would snow, although he knew it wouldn’t. He could count on his fingers the times he saw snow piling up. Well, maybe he’d need to borrow five extra fingers from Rurik, but that was not the point. The point was that they had spent their first Christmas together and they were going to spend their first New Years together as well and nothing could have made it more perfect than snow. Brys let out a sight as he looked out the window at the dark, but bare clouds.
‘Are you still dreaming about snow?’ Rurik asked amused.
‘It would have been perfect. Magic.’ Another sigh.
It was just the two of them. A few of his colleagues invited Brys to an outing, but he’d declined. He could have taken Rurik as his plus one, but Rurik didn’t particularly liked mingling and, truthfully, he wanted to have him all for himself.
‘What’s the time? I don’t want us to miss the fireworks.’ Spending new years inside wasn’t different from what Rurik usually did, only this time he had company. He wouldn’t have thought the day would come when he’d choose to spend the holidays with someone, holidays he didn’t even care about, but here he was.
‘There’s still twenty minutes to go.’ He didn’t care for the fireworks either, but Brys liked watching them. And besides, it wasn’t like they were planning on going anywhere, the balcony was plenty big for both of them.
Brys snuggled next to Rurik on the sofa. ‘Don’t let me fall asleep.’
It was the first time in so long since Brys felt this safe and this happy. When he’d met Rurik on that train he wouldn’t have imagined there would come a time when they would be so comfortable with each other. If he were honest, Brys almost despised Rurik at first. He chuckled.
‘Remember when we met? I wanted to grab your phone and throw it at you. Or make you eat it.’
‘You did have an annoyed look on your face.’
‘Irritated.’ He corrected. ‘But then I saw your gun and I had other things on my mind.’
‘Which gun was that?’ Rurik asked and Brys burst into laughter.
‘The real one. Although the other impressed me more.’
Brys opened his eyes to look at Rurik. He looked scary. There was a scar above his eyebrow that Brys didn’t know how he got, and another on his cheek, down to his jaw. He looked mean and dangerous. His dark eyes made him think of a devil most of the times, but when the light was just right, he could see a hint of green in them. Just a little, but enough to put a stop to his breathing. Even now he felt himself getting lost in his eyes, and he would have if Rurik wouldn’t have closed the distance between them and kissed his lips. His kisses were the sweetest.
They heard chatter and laughter outside, but Brys was reluctant to leave his favourite heating source. ‘Champagne.’ He said lazily and attempted to get up.
‘I’ll get it.’ Rurik kissed him again and Brys suddenly didn’t care about champagne, snow or fireworks anymore. They parted only for a bit to wish each other happy new year before they kissed again.