Kyros smiled wryly, rubbing his head. "You haven't heard the rest of it, yet."
"Are you in more trouble?" Raslin asked suspiciously, scowling at Kyros.
"Not yet," Kyros said, pushing himself to his feet. He was still smiling, though it was much more hesitant.
"What do you mean?" Raslin asked, feeling like he was missing something as Kyros stepped in front of him. Raslin looked up, his heart kicking up a notch as Kyros leaned down, and Raslin understood a second before Kyros' lips touched his. It was a soft, quick kiss, barely a brush of Kyros' soft lips against Raslin's rougher, chapped lips, but Raslin swore he could still feel it even as Kyros straightened up.
"Am I in more trouble now?" Kyros asked, obviously trying to be flippant, but too nervous to pull it off. He looked so good, standing there in front of Raslin with the sea behind him. His hair was being pushed and pulled in a handful of different directions by the wind, and he looked so vibrant that Raslin was momentarily speechless.
Raslin glared at him for a second, then grabbed the front of Kyros' shirt when he tried to step back, away. "You will be if you try to walk away from me again."
Kyros stared at him uncomprehendingly, and Raslin rolled his eyes, awkwardly managing to stand up without relinquishing his grip on Kyros' shirt. He used that grip to pull Kyros close, and Kyros didn't hesitate as Raslin kissed him, returning the kiss full measure. Kyros' arms wrapped around Raslin's neck, and Raslin nearly lost his balance as Kyros pressed close, pushing the kiss deeper. Raslin groaned, kissing Kyros desperately like he'd wanted to do for years and years, like he'd never thought he'd be able to.
"That was the other reason," Kyros murmured, when Raslin finally, reluctantly, pulled away to breath.
"Other reason," Raslin repeated, not able to think past kissing Kyros.
"The other reason I don't want to go back," Kyros said, his grip tightening around Raslin's neck.
"Oh," Raslin said, wondering if he was dreaming because it still didn't make sense that Kyros was here, alive, and in his arms, asking for everything that Raslin had ever wanted to give him. "Then you're not in trouble." Raslin paused, considering, then added, "But you have to tell your mother."
Kyros laughed, and Raslin dragged him close for another kiss, wanting to taste the flavor of Kyros' kiss more than he wanted to breathe.
Fin
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