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“Ready?” Xavier calls from the other side of my door just as I grab my bag, indeed, ready to leave. He hands me his other AirPod with a grin and I put it in, the loud music stirring up the energy within me.
As soon as we reach the edge of the main Nevermore campus, I grab Xavier’s hand and we run. I have one hand on my ear so I don’t loose the AirPod and my bag is hitting my hip every other step but it doesn’t matter cause we’re free. At last.
The fresh air feels so good as I throw my head back and spin round, laughing. We’ve hardly spoken a word this whole time, because we just don’t need to. I can feel the adrenaline ebbing away from Xavier as we near the river, but it simply rushes harder through me as I throw my arms around his shoulders, dragging him round in circles with me, and we both turn our faces up to the sky and smile wider than I think I ever have before.
God, life feels so fucking good right now. I feel Xavier’s arms circle my waist and lift me up before I kiss him, lips touching and breaking apart in smiles before we can settle against each other, mouths opening into each other’s as I push my tongue against his, holding him tighter as we take it in turns to fill each others mouths with our own.
We walk into the opening that the river runs through breathless, and I savour the feeling of the wind brushing over my mouth, still damp from his kisses. The sound of the river rushing fills me with more adrenaline, and Xavier grins fondly at me as he collapses onto a large rock to draw as I run, arms out to feel trees and as much of nature as I can.
After the adrenaline rush floods away from me I spend some time messing in the shallow parts of the river, skimming stones and splashing through the smaller streams that run off the main one, before returning to where Xavier has been sat the whole time, getting increasingly lost in his art.
I walk up behind him and collapse on top of him the second his pencil leaves the paper, my arms on his shoulders and my head resting on his as I observe the drawing of a blurred figure running around a river, and I smile, because I finally feel good.
Then there are seemingly endless minutes of me sitting down next to him, being as annoying as possible with my arms wrapping around his waist, then his shoulders, and my hands tangling in his hair, waiting until he finishes drawing, and I can finally drag him up on his feet again. Whilst I wait I occupy myself by kissing his neck, sucking hard before nipping the skin, and smoothing it over with my tongue again. I feel him smile as I do this, and the tremble of his skin as my mouth explores up to his ear and down to his collarbone.
Finally, Xavier finishes his drawing and I pull him up, finding a convenient rock nearby to stand on, so that for once I can feel as tall as Xavier is when we kiss.
I don’t know how long we spent with our tongues in each others mouths, mine closing desperately around his as we pull closer to each other, desperate for as much contact as possible. At some point I stop standing up myself and wrap my legs around Xavier, forcing him to take my weight as I try to close a gap between us that doesn’t exist. I want to be closer to him, feel the smooth skin under his shirt and be a part of his body. I never want to stop feeling his closeness; satisfy the desire deep between my legs that pulls me closer against him.
Eventually he pulls back and I stretch my legs to the ground, before burying my face in his shoulder with a sigh. When I pull away I see him looking down at me, grinning in that perfect way that ignites something inside me, so I push my hand up to mess up his hair before moving next to him so we can walk back.
Our hands are entwined the whole walk towards Nevermore, me swinging our arms at first before I become pleasantly tired enough to walk calmly.
Contentment fills the hole that I didn’t know existed inside me, and I don’t think that living has ever felt this good.