112 Episode 110 - Forever

"What the fuck just happened?" Yangyang's voice was hushed, and he huffed out a short laugh.

Amari shook his head. "Something insane?" He quickly turned on his stool and leaned toward Yangyang, making him flinch back. "Do you think there's some kinda universal balance sheet or something? Like... if enough bad shit happens to you, the universe feels guilty, and sends you a bunch of wonderful shit to make up for it? Or maybe I'm just being fucked with, and something even worse'll happen soon?"

Yangyang laughed at the seriousness of Amari's question and stepped off the stool. Taking him into his arms, he lifted him off his seat, and Amari wrapped his legs around Yangyang's waist, putting his hands on his neck. At this point, it was a natural reaction.

"If that's the case, we're both being fucked with. But I don't think that's it." Yangyang took a breath and pressed their foreheads together. "I just think you're getting what you deserve and I'm lucky enough to be along for the ride."

Amari ran a finger along Yangyang's cheek, then grabbed his chin, pulling him in for a kiss.

"So, you're something I deserve?" Amari smirked.

"Do you think you can find someone who will love you more than I do?"

Amari smiled and kissed him again. "I don't think anyone could find someone who'll love anyone more than you love me." He felt Yangyang tense up and giggled.

"Waaaa... That was so cringy," Yangyang said in a low voice. "I'm so proud."

After a swift punch to the chest, Amari gestured for him to put him back on his feet. He hurried over to the stage and grabbed his guitar, pulling the strap around his neck, then walked back to Yangyang with a bright smile.

"C'mon. Let's go home." He choked on the word. "Hah... We're actually going home."

Before Yangyang could grab him, he rushed toward the ticket area, strumming his guitar. Skipping up the stairs to the sidewalk, Amari strummed and sang along to Jason Mraz's Love Someone.

"What are you doing?" Yangyang asked, only hearing singing in response as he followed after him.

This was the beginning of a new life – a life with a real home, and a friend and partner to share everything with - giving and receiving love, and feeling happy and sad, and angry and worried together. Forever.

"Ah, it's freezing!" Yangyang shouted, both of them only in thin dress shirts and neither remembering their coats. Amari only smiled as he sang, walking down the sidewalk, feeling warm even in the cold winter wind.

Yangyang raced to catch up, grabbing him from behind and wrapping his arms around his small waist.

"You'll have to keep me warm," he said playfully in his ear.

He led him to the building door and opened it, following the singing Amari into the stairwell. There was a pause to start the bridge, then Amari sang softly, slowly stepping backwards up the stairs.

We're gonna give ourselves to love tonight...

Yangyang started after him, his song cut short as he flung the guitar to his back and crawled as fast as he could up the stairs, using both hands and feet to do his best not to trip. At the landing in front of their apartment door, catching his breath, he blocked the entry and began singing again. Yangyang turned him around and grabbed his waist, hanging himself on his shoulders and kissing his neck.

After half a chorus, Yangyang shoved the key in the door and pushed Amari into the apartment, kicking the door closed behind him.

The guitar dropped to the floor and Yangyang was in his mouth, pulling the buttons of his vest free, then starting on his tie and dress shirt. Amari did the same as the two leaned against the back of the couch, taking short breaths through the nose.

"Uh, there's so many fucking buttons..." Amari groaned in frustration as he blindly picked at the shirt.

With Amari's chest already bare, Yangyang slipped his arms free of his own vest and tore the rest of his shirt open, buttons snapping and flying.

"What the fuck," Amari snorted out with a large grin. "You're like a beast."

Yangyang grunted in agreement and lifted him onto the back of the couch, cutting off his words, arms around his waist. Amari reached down and undid his husband's belt, then the button and zipper on his jeans, pushing them down to his thighs. Yangyang lifted him again and walked his pants off as he carried him down the hall.

He left the bedroom door wide open, tossing Amari onto the bed as he always did. Grabbing at his own belt and pants, Amari freed himself from the fitted jeans with a loud, relieved breath, then found Yangyang on top of him. They shifted until they were both fully on the mattress, and Amari reached his legs around Yangyang's waist, pulling their hips together.

Releasing his lips, Yangyang let out a hot breath, running his hand up Amari's chest. Then he touched his mouth to Amari's ear.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, and Amari smiled, kissing him on the neck and shoulder.

Wrapping his arms around Yangyang's broad back, taking in the familiar scent, he whispered back, "Tell me again."

"You're beautiful, A Li."

As Yangyang moved from his ear, along his neck and chest, he gently returned him to the bed. The room was brighter than usual, light streaming in from the hallway, and Amari watched the blurry figure move down his body.

Yangyang's actions were still aggressive, his touch hard and his tongue violent, but Amari noticed that now, the movements between were tender and loving.

As he lifted his hips, moving between his legs, Yangyang grabbed his hand to interlock their fingers. He didn't let Amari's face wander from his, lips spending more time locked together with his than wandering his body. Yangyang's breaths were light and his groans were soft, and in every position, he pressed himself as close to Amari as he could.

The mixed touches, fast and rough combined with soft and sweet, created a constant state of erotic bliss and Amari could only give up any control. His mind emptied, too overwhelmed by each moment to think about anything else. Over and over, he finished quickly and recovered in a hurry, wave after wave lifting and crashing and drowning him, until he was sure he had nothing left to give.

"Yang ge," he breathed, finding it difficult to speak. Seated over his husband's lap, pressed up against his hot, sweaty chest, he let his head hang loose over a shoulder and felt the grip of his arms grow weak. "I don't think... I have... anything left..."

Instead of his aggressive biting, Yangyang kissed him delicately on the neck and pulled him further into his arms, spreading his own legs and hips wide. Only a moment later, his large body shuddered and he slumped into the cushions on the couch.

After taking a breath, he kissed Amari's shoulder, then stood, carefully lifting him off. Without putting him down, Yangyang walked to the bathroom, throwing the full condom into the trash and grabbing a towel. He turned the shower on, let the water get warm, and stepped behind the curtain, Amari still secure in his arms.

"Yang ge." Amari's arms and head still hung limp over his back and voice was barely above a whisper. "How can you be so strong? Aren't you tired? You can put me down."

"I don't want to," Yangyang answered, his deep voice so caring it made Amari shiver at the sound.

The water ran over them and Yangyang leaned him back just far enough to rinse off his chest and stomach. Pulling him in again, Amari kissed his neck, tightening his hold.

They stood there until the water began to run cold and Yangyang reached to turn the faucet off. He stepped out onto the mat, grabbing the towel, and released his hold just long enough to wrap it around Amari's shoulders. Finally feeling his own weight, his legs wobbled, but a firm hand caught him as he stumbled. With the towel covering his body, Amari pushed himself against Yangyang's chest while hands rubbed him up and down to dry him off.

"Hah... This is great."

Yangyang took the towel and fluffed his mohawk, then used it to dry his own hair and quickly dab at his own body. Throwing the towel over Amar's head, making him giggle, he lifted his light frame again and carried him to the bedroom. He held him in one arm and pulled back the dirty blanket with the other, carefully laying Amari on the sheet.

Taking the towel back to finishing drying, he asked, "Do you have another blanket?"

Amari nodded, pointing to the corner of the room and Yangyang grabbed it, covering him then quickly crawling under with him. Shifting himself close, Amari let out a contented breath as he absorbed Yangyang's warmth. Large arms wrapped him up and he felt a delicate kiss on the forehead.

"Are you sore? You should sleep."

He shook his head and curled up against Yangyang's chest. "I don't wanna sleep. I don't want this night to end."

"Idiot." The loving insult was followed by a chuckle and Yangyang kissed him again. "We'll have nights like this forever. Just sleep."

"Yeah," Amari whispered, everything finally hitting him. ::Forever.:: "It's really not a dream?"

With another chuckle, Yangyang rubbed his back, his hand wide and warm. "It's not a dream. Sleep, and I'll be here when you wake up."

He nodded and smiled, closing his eyes. The remaining energy he had desperately gathered vanished as he drifted off to Yangyang's light touch on his back, his breath against the top of his head, the rising and falling of his chest, and the barely noticeable smell of shampoo and sandalwood still lingering in his hair.