In Our Friendship's Silence

Reunion

Wayo felt the soul return to his body.
Something intangible that he didn't know was missing  was restored in its place.
In his arms, his heart regained warmth.
He didn't want to let go of it again, or to get away from him.
But he had to, when he noticed the older man shiver about him.
He ushered him in, handed him a dry towel, and invited him to bathe.

Ming was staring at him, as he was dragged by the little boy, who sat him in a chair and began drying him.
He closed his eyes, enjoying being pampered as a child.  He ruffled his hair and touched the points of his ears that he liked.

- Take a bath, so you can take off the cold.
Ming hugged him and pressed his face against the minor's chest.
- Wait ... I missed you too much. I don't want to part with you.

Wayo felt his heart and body burn.
He had never felt this for anyone.  A happiness so extreme that it didn't fit in his body.  He wanted to sprout from every pore and explode.
- I missed you too.  Never leave me again.
He rested his chin on the top of the other.
He touched his hair and combed it.  The wetness of his hair between his fingers was magical.  Unreal.  He felt in a dream.

After several minutes being like this, he repeated.
- Come on, Minmin, go take a shower.
- Mmm- he complained- I don't want to.
- Come on, I don't want you to get sick.
Grumbling, he released the little boy and stood up.

Wayo pushed him into the bathroom, he turned and looked at him.  He saw the traces of tears in his eyes, and wiped them away with his thumbs.
Gently he kissed him, and little by little, he loaded, filled, overturned, love on the little boy's lips.  The other was not far behind.  Holding his head, he became one with him, yearning to fill himself with the taste of Ming, his essence, his aroma.

Little by little, and unintentionally, they separated.  The older one went to shower and 'Yo handed him clothes to change.

Pouring himself water, he carried it to the nightstand.
He shook and stretched the bed again.
When he heard the other turn off the shower, he got into the soft bed.

With a wet head he sat next to him.
- Are you drying me? - he asked, pointing to his hair.
With a smile on his face he took the towel and pleased him.
It ended, and they lay down.
The youngest curled up in his arms.  He listened carefully to Ming's account of the weeks.  He caressed and patted his chest, as if wanting to calm that anguish he had to live through.

Until slowly the dream won over them, and they fell asleep hugging each other, happy to be together.