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It's his third year at Sunflower festival, and Sejanus prefers the smaller event, seeing the little groups of friends talking and vibing to the music, and having space to breathe. He is not going to miss even one second of The Covey and their own Lucy Gray Baird, but likes following the gig from the side, sitting on his little bench. He'd do a lot for Lucy Gray who is like his sister from another mother, but becoming a part of the heavy mass of people right in front of the stage is not one of those things.
Just before the first song Sejanus glances up. Those dark, pregnant clouds approaching from behind the stage are not going to make him move, and when the first cold drop lands on the tip of his nose, his butt is still glued to the bench.
That's when his hero on a white horse arrives. Coriolanus joins him, covering his white t-shirt with a big college shirt, his jacket, and a disposable raincoat. Sejanus is not comfortable, but he is warm and dry enough to give The Covey the attention they deserve even though the rain falls steadily.
He is satisfied to notice that the audience is not thinning out. The Covey has work to do before they 'd be headlining events, but they are on a good road.
He is able to sing along to every song, but he is also noticing Coriolanus' body flush against his own, how he turns to look at Sejanus, giving him fond smiles.
”Is a photo okay?” the man asks, holding up his iPhone.
Coriolanus photographs him like his favourite piece of art. It's a confusing joy to browse his Instagram, seeing how adored Sejanus is in that gallery of personal digital memories.
”Sure.” Sejanus lets their cheeks touch, smiling at the camera's blind eye.
After the last song Coriolanus takes his hand, and presses a quick kiss on Sejanus' wet cheek. The set had been beautiful. He is proud of Lucy Gray, and the band, hoping to hear all about it later. They are taking steps forward, going for bigger and better things all the time. There is buzz in the air, more attention, more fans, more concerts, more media space, and Sejanus trusts that buzz to carry them.
Now his attention is only enough for Coriolanus.
”You ready to leave?”
He doesn't mind missing the last band of the night, when the other option is allowing the hand around his waist, and Coriolanus walking him the short distance back to the cottage they had booked for the weekend.
Inside, in the dry, clean air of the small building Coriolanus holds Sejanus' hands between his own, trying to warm them with his own touch.
It had been Lucy Gray introducing them. She had been all playful, he saw your photo, and thinks you are pretty, but maybe she had known that they could be really good together. Sejanus is not stupid. He is just a human being, noticing Coriolanus' good looks, and him carrying a normal person's yearly salary on his wrist, but his priority is their dynamic together, how they want to make each other feel.
They don't have a definition yet. They could be everything. It's so very sweet to savor the lovely tension, enjoy them taking these precious steps together. Sejanus is getting excited about every time they hang out, but he is also calm, even confident. He is past the phase in which he needs to impress in every situation.
He can be like right now, simultaneously little cold and sweaty while he gets out of his layers of clothes, and Coriolanus is just watching him gently.
”You should take a hot shower. I'll make us something to eat.”
Shower with me. He could offer. Sejanus is lingering, liking the knowledge that he is naked under his white towel, and Coriolanus is looking at him like he'd be thinking about Sejanus' dick right now.
Sejanus comes in the steamy bathroom, thinking about those hands on his hips, and Coriolanus inside him, fucking him against the wall.
At the door of the bathroom they pass each other, the man's hand on his waist stopping Sejanus.
”You had a good shower?” He had been quiet, he definitely had, but the smile he gets is smug, knowing.
Sejanus' cheeks burn, and his grin is embarrassed, but it's good kind of confusion.
In the kitchen Sejanus pours himself a cup of tea, peach he notices, pleased. In the refrigerator he finds sandwiches, smiling at the cheese slices, and neatly cut vegetables.
Coriolanus is someone who works hard, always wanting to go for the best results and the sweetest prizes, and Sejanus had noticed the man putting the same effort into this thing between them. He picks up details, like peach being Sejanus' favourite tea flavor, and uses these facts to make him feel cared for.
Last night he had shared the playlist he had made for Coriolanus, wondering if it had been a silly idea. He doesn't breathe music like Lucy Gray, or enjoy it like Sejanus, and had only arrived at the festival to make both of them happy.
But he had seemed pleased, even a little touched, when he saw the small gift.
”Do you want to sleep with me tonight?” Sejanus offers, The cottage has two beds. Coriolanus had taken the one in the living room, giving Sejanus the tiniest bedroom he had ever seen.
”I'd love to.”
Coriolanus has taken off his shirt, and Sejanus follows the example. He slides close, raising a shy hand to trace his chest and stomach.
It's a gift to fall asleep in Coriolanus' warmth while the rain continues drumming the cottage roof. Sejanus blinks his heavy eyes, and the man reaches out a hand, caressing his hair briefly.