Chapter Text
Two punks in love
You had my back from day one
We were so young
Your last off hit like a truck
A loaded gun
That Cupid knew what was up
And now I'm locked
Inseparable we've become - Megan Bülow, Two Punks in Love
Matteo grunted when he looked at the time on the clock. It was later than they had meant to sleep. They both were dreading yet, at the same time not, getting back to Berlin.
“Morning,” David yawned.
“Hey,” Matteo rolled onto his side.
“It’s ten, we should get up,” Matteo watched David stretch. The sheet moved down just enough for him to see David’s clavicle.
Matteo shook his head. “We have plenty of time.” They didn’t need to even think about leaving until noon. And he just wasn’t ready to get up yet because he was already starting to miss David and the boy was right next to him.
Reaching out, Matteo’s finger lightly brushed David’s stomach before his palm came to rest there.
“Hmm. I’m going to miss this,” David rolled onto his side, threading fingers through the one’s Matteo had on David’s stomach.
Matteo squeezed David’s hand before letting go, only to place his hand on David’s hip. He pulled him a little closer. “Do you want to...” He let the question hang in the air.
“Do I want to...?” David asked in confusion before his eyes grew wide. Matteo had slid his hand from David’s hip to the boy’s thigh. His thumb was stroking the soft skin and every once in a while would brush up between David’s legs.
“Is that a yes?” Matteo smirked, using his thumb to gently tease David’s opening. When his boyfriend let out a soft gasp, Matteo knew he had the boy. He moved his hand again to stroke between David’s legs. “Hmm?”
“Y-yes,” David breathed out.
Pretty soon, Matteo found himself flipped onto his back and David straddling him.
“We need to make this quick,” David panted and Matteo’s eyes followed to where the boy was grabbing a condom from the box where it had been haphazardly thrown the night before.
“Yes,” Matteo hissed taking the packet from David. He wasted no time rolling the rubber on and helping David position himself.
Soon, their grunts and moans filled the room as Matteo chased his pleasure with unapologetic thrusts. It felt brutal, but he supposed that’s how they needed it. They needed this to be quick and dirty and hard.
“Fuck,” David chanted like a mantra.
Matteo chuckled, tightening his grip on his boyfriend’s hips and slamming as far up as he could. “Love you,” he grunted.
“Matteo,” David sighed. Matteo felt his boyfriend shutter and sigh in appreciation and he knew David had come.
It took a few more thrusts before Matteo came, grinding up into David.
“Oh,” David’s soft whisper filled the room as the boy gently eased off of Matteo.
Matteo tracked a hand down David’s arm. “Can we just stay like this?”
He watched David turn and give him a slight smile before reaching down to grab a shirt and pull it over his head. “You just want us naked in bed.”
“I do,” Matteo agreed. But it was more than that. He liked feeling close to David. Liked knowing that he was the only person who’s ever seen David at his most vulnerable. Liked that David was the only person to see him at his most vulnerable.
David frowned and reached back to pat Matteo’s thigh. “Take that off and come clean up,” David gestured to the soiled condom that Matteo was still wearing.
“Fine,” Matteo grumbled tying off the rubber and throwing it away.
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They held hands as David tried to flag down a ride. Matteo knew he wanted to be as close to David as possible in their last few hours alone together.
“Let’s just run away,” Matteo looked out into the road. “We can start over. New names. New identities.”
“But I like being David,” David giggled softly.
Matteo squeezed the hand in his. “We could just leave forever. You and me. That could be our future.”
“Being homeless, teenage runaways? How cliche of you,” David deadpanned. “I think I’ll pass. I’m sick of running away.” A few moments passed before the boy spoke again. “How did I end up having to hitch us a ride? I vividly remember you loosing a bet and you were supposed to do this the whole way back from Italy!”
“I don’t remember that,” Matteo laughed, full well remembering their bet.
“Asshole,” David mock scowled.
“I -“ Matteo was cut off by a car pulling up. A young couple heading right near the park where Jonas’ party was at.
Matteo felt his hand being tugged and realized David wasn’t letting go, even to get into the car. He chuckled, but held on tighter as he got into the backseat next to his boyfriend.
He knew they didn’t need words to express what they were feeling. This was it. The last car ride, last few hours of their trip. He was excited to see Jonas and their friends. He missed getting beers with his best friend.
His hand was dropped and a second later he felt his pocket buzz. Pulling out his phone, he saw a text from David.
We need to get Jonas a gift
Fuck. Fuck. Get something at the gas station?
Sure. He’ll find it funny. David looked up and shrugged.
Matteo half smiled back, pocketing his phone and reaching over to place his hand on David’s knee. A few seconds later he felt the boy slip their hands together. Their enjoined hands came to rest in David’s lap.
Watching the landscape, Matteo leaned a little closer to David so their shoulders rested against one another. As he thought about life back in Moabit, he felt a little calmer. He still had no clue what he wanted to do with his life. But, maybe that was okay. Maybe just being with David and moving forward could be his future and everything else were just things to fill the in between times. He didn’t know. But right now, at this moment, he was fine.
He looked over at David, who had closed his eyes and he suspected the boy had drifted off. Not to sleep, but loosing himself in some artistic vision he couldn’t create at that moment.
He chuckled as he saw the fingers on David’s free hand twitch almost draw in the air. Definitely an artistic moment. He loved that about David. Loved that the boy could see things in the world that others couldn’t. He just wished that the world could see how amazing David was. He hated that there were people still out there who wanted to hurt his boyfriend over something that would never affect their lives.
And yeah, Matteo knew he didn’t truly understand what David faces, not even from the outside world, but in his own head. And he knew he never would. He wouldn’t ever fully comprehend dysphoria. Plus, David hadn’t had a “really” bad day in front of him. He suspects that the boy has hidden how hard it was. He had also come to learn that no matter how many times Matteo told David how much he loved him, how much he wanted him, it wasn’t always enough to dissipate David’s doubts.
Just like he would never truly understand why David loved him. Choose him. Matteo knew there were other people who were interested in David. People who could give David more than Matteo could. And he hated feeling like that. Hated that he questioned their relationship. Questioned David’s loyalty to him. But he guessed it was because he had been abandoned and left behind so many times that he couldn’t handle one more rejection.
“You okay?”
Matteo was startled by David’s voice, only loud enough for him to hear. The boy was looking into his eyes with concern.
“I love you,” he whispered because he just needed to get the words out.
“I love you,” David replied, his voice full of certainty, leaving no question.
Matteo nodded, grateful that David knew that he needed the deliberate words. Not just a love you, too.
“You boys running away to Berlin or something?” The driver asked and Matteo realized neither had bothered to get the guy’s name.
“Something like that,” Matteo answered.
The driver nodded. “I can drop you off somewhere other than Moabit if you want.”
“Nah, we’re good. Seems like a place we’re going to be staying for a little while,” David replied.
“Well, good luck,” the driver pulled up to the park.
“Thanks,” Matteo waved as he and David got out of the car.
They waited for the car to drive off before jogging across the street to the gas station. It was one they’d been to a couple times to get quick snacks. The aisles familiar.
“Well, we’re back,” Matteo sighed pulling random items from the shelves.
He laughed when he saw a basket that David had picked up. He had no idea why the gas station even had it to begin with, but nodded, depositing the items in it. They picked up some wrapping to cover the basket on their way to check out.
“We’ve got maybe 18€ left in cash. Let’s hope it’s under,” David laughed as they walked up to the cashier.
Matteo watched as the clerk scanned each item.
“17€99.” The clerk stated.
David handed over the last of their money and Matteo laughed as he and David slapped hands.
“We’re the best,” David chuckled, taking his change back from the clerk. Matteo followed him out of the store holding the basket.
They quickly wrapped up the mismatched items and ran across the street laughing.
“We’re alright,” David stated.
Matteo turned his head slightly. “Are you asking or telling me?”
“I’m telling you,” David said simply.
“Yeah we are,” Matteo leaned into the boy.
David kissed his cheek, causing Matteo to blush and duck his head.
“No more running away,” Matteo said softly, needing one last confirmation.
“No more shutting down,” David stated.
Matteo nodded.
“I only ran away because I couldn’t...I didn’t...” David stuttered.
“I know,” Matteo stated because he did. Whatever David was going to say, Matteo didn’t need to hear the words to understand.
He watched David think for a second. “It feels like I’m still running.”
“It does?” Matteo asked.
“Yeah,” David shrugged. “But now I’m with you.”
“Are you saying we should run away?” Matteo looked over at the boy.
David shook his head. “Me running before was different.”
“What’s the difference between then and now?” Matteo asked quietly.
“Then I really was running away.” David explained.
Matteo raised an eyebrow, “And now?”
“Now, I’m running with you.”
Matteo laughed. “So, we are running away.”
“We are,” David smiled.
“Where are we going?” Matteo wanted to know with a laugh as they started to walk further into the park.
David shrugged, “Forward.”
“Together?” Matteo leaned into David as they started heading towards the party where he could see Jonas and their friends.
David wrapped an arm around Matteo, his other hand holding his phone, “Together.” He pressed record and started filming.
Forward. Together.