recitings | [SC] Ten Years Ahead [Genesis + Clovis]

It was terribly hard to reconcile the need to feel another's heat with the romance he felt that Clovis deserved. At the way Clovis only returned his kiss so meekly, Genesis felt himself even more conflicted. True, he had imagined holding the man and kissing him, but this was totally different.

Clovis' first had to be with someone with a little more sanity. Someone whose mind wasn't full of nothing but base needs. With a soft groan, he pulled back. And even slower still, he let go of the other man.

"... I need rest."

An even softer noise as the kiss broke, something between a sigh and actual word. His arms were still around Genesis's neck even after he was released from the other old. He took in a bit of air upon realization before pulling his arms back to himself. It was childish to hold them behind his back; his eyes closed as he could still feel the warmth of holding and being held.

Shaking his head, he rubbed the side of his face as he nodded. "Of course, you do. That was what we were also talking about." Clovis let out a soft laugh before pivoting on his heel so that he could turn down his bed for Genesis. Still, he could not stop himself from smiling.

His head rose as he thought to say something once the covers were pulled over, before sighing instead. "I think it's quite sad of me to still be embarrassed and flustered over such things, but I'm happy to be able to show this side in front of you, Genesis."

Drawing close, Genesis' gloved hand cupped Clovis' cheek. His eyes were hazy with fatigue, yet they still were vibrant as they were years before. Things will be better once he woke up recovered. Maybe then he could treat Clovis as he deserved to be treated.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about."

Silently, he went about the business of removing his coat, his gloves and his boots. He paused, though-- he was used to sleeping naked.

"... these clothes are uncomfortable. Would you mind if I removed them?"

Another smile appeared readily as soon as he felt the other touch his face, leaning his head just a little more into it. Even after a year, you still have the same look about you. I wonder how different I must look to you. Even if it was a year, he had gotten rid of so much of his posturing and guarded words so that people would not see him as how he was.

"Of course."

Clovis did step away so that he would not get too much into Genesis's way as he made himself comfortable for his rest. He did pause upon the question, though. The idea of the man sleeping naked in his bed did bring a new reddening to his face as he looked off to the side. I am really being very silly right now. But he had not felt the desire or need to lie with anyone. His thoughts on such manners being overly romantic and idealistic to want to be placed into reality. Not to mention that he knew no idea how to go about asking anyone into that situation.

"I wouldn't mind." He shook his head once after the long pause. The words that he should probably leave so that Genesis could have some privacy went without saying, and yet there was a very small part of him that through the romantic thoughts and blushing, did want to see him so before finally excusing himself to leave.

But to Genesis-- or at least to Genesis' weary mind at the moment, Clovis was always the same petulant golden kitten he once was ten years ago. He may physically look different, but it was hard for Genesis to see the man as anything else. As soon as he heard the permission from the other man, he begun to strip down without any hesitation, all his clothes piling up on the floor at his feet until nothing was left on him.

To a weary mind, politeness was something not necessary. Whether Clovis did or did not spare him any privacy was no matter to him. It would be the same thing if Clovis wanted to lie next to him or not later on. All that mattered to Genesis right now was that he could rest so he may think more clearly as soon as he had recovered.

He begun to move slowly towards the bed now, pulling back sheets so he could lay himself down...

The only coherent thought left in his tired mind now was simply Clovis.

His hand touched the door before turning looking toward Genesis. Upon catching sight of skin, he turned his head quickly back toward the door. Really? It was an automatic response and rush of embarrassment. Clovis set his hands against mouth as he thought of just how foolish he was being, but more than that, he should have left so much sooner. His eyes closed as he heard the other both get in and comfortable in his bed.

He did turn back so that he could walk over to fold the clothes at the foot of the bed. It really would do no good if his friend were to wake to wrinkled clothes. May have been a selfish wish to just not have to leave the man's side so soon; to find some reason to stay a little longer. One finished with the task, he stared at Genesis for a time. His hands twisted together for a time as he felt very young all of the sudden before reaching over to brush a bit of the other's hair away.

"I am overjoyed that you returned to us safely."

"Clovis," Genesis' voice came in a hazy, sleepy murmur-- the voice of someone on the brink of unconsciousness. It was hard not to think of anything but him as his consciousness slowly slipped away from him.

The feel of his lips, those exposed fingers, those eyes, that soft hair... those lips... Clovis' lips...

Biting his bottom lip, Clovis looked toward the door. He should allow Genesis to have uninterrupted sleep, and should go back to gathering supplies. But it almost felt like the other wouldn't be here if he left. It was a childish concern and fear, but a year seemed like such a long time of not seeing him. Ten years seemed like a long time in being able to tell him his own feelings. If it was a crush all those years ago, what is it now? He laughed softly to himself, wondering if he was being romantic or just hopeless.

"I was just happy that there was someone who could speak kindly and help my beaten ego," Clovis felt that he should confess this to him, even if Genesis was asleep. His voice quiet and soft so not to disturb him too much. "I suppose that I just clung to you under those reasons, but you still were kind and listened to the concerns that I had. Saw me when I was at my worst of being self conscious and troubled by my actions."

Another pause.

"I suppose I should apologize for taking so long in telling you these feelings of mine, but I thought them only shallow back then." He looked away, before sitting up so that he could remove his own boots to set them quietly on the floor. Clovis sighed to himself as he took his place next to Genesis on top of the covers, watching him quietly. "Please forgive me for being such a child back then, and even for clinging to you now."

Genesis' breathing in sleep was terribly deep, as if nothing could wake him as he let everything of himself relax. Finally, he was somewhere safe. And yet... somewhere in his subconscious, he could hear Clovis' words and feel his weight on the bed beside him. He wanted to reach him, to at least touch his cheek or his hair reassuringly. He still wasn't completely sure of his feelings for the Prince but all he knew was that...

He had dreamt of him often.

He shook his head a little, just content in watching him sleep for a few minutes that continued to pile on one another. Until he felt satisfied that it was not an illusion, that the man would still be present when he returned from his outing to get supplies. Pushing himself up, he wondered how much time has passed but did not dwell on it too much. Before sliding off of the bed, he leaned forward so that he could place a goodbye kiss upon the other's cheek. Yet pulled away just before his lips touched skin, feeling like he was taking advantage of the unguarded and sleeping Genesis in a way.

"I'll be back soon." Clovis promised as he couldn't help but quote those same lines that Genesis had given him as he slid off the bed to pull on his boots. "Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return. Only I think that you are still the Prisoner being cared for by the maiden. And I'm all right with taking that role."

A soft laugh before he slipped out of the room to do his own duties least he fall into the same selfishness of his younger years.

In the meantime, Genesis dreamt. And his dreams dug deep into his subconscious-- into his lustful desire for Clovis. He saw visions of unwrapping the other man, baring that slim body before him, feeling his gentle curves that spoke more about him than his words could ever tell. He thought of kissing every bit of his body-- from his fingertips to his belly... and perhaps even lower still.

And as he dreamed in Clovis' bed, something on his body tented the sheets on him.

The door shut behind him as he let a soft sigh. Uneventful in getting the supplies, he wondered what the Witches were up to with mild concern. His lips pressed together in a thin line before turning his fond attentions onto Genesis. Still sleeping? Are you that tired? I'm glad that you can find rest here where it is safe. Clovis stepped forward so that he could reach out to him, before halting.

His hand slipped over his mouth -- a gesture that he seemed to be doing more often than naught when it came to Genesis. To keep his voice and thoughts at bay as he turned a bit red. Turning, he wondered if he should leave and come back when he thought that he was awake. Something like this ... will embarrass him, too, right?

Almost as if right on cue, Genesis stirred in bed. He shifted around, as if trying to find some comfort again until he felt that stiffness in his loins. This totally shocked him, making him scramble out of his sheets in a panic. But-- Clovis was there. Looking at him. Naked.

Shit.

How was Genesis to explain this? He couldn't just admit that he had lewd dreams of Clovis. That wouldn't be good-- Clovis didn't deserve that kind of crude treatment. Quickly, he got up, trying to dismiss the fact that his cock was erect. Then he realized that he didn't know where the bathroom was. So with all embarrassment, he returned to the bed and threw the covers over his embarrassing arousal.

"... I'm sorry. I didn't expect my body would do this to me."

Clovis felt his own panic rush over him as he heard Genesis awake. He did turn to reach the door and just leave, but he heard the apology. It would be rather rude to just open the door and leave; that would leave so much unsaid and feelings confused between them. Besides, it was not like he was completely innocent in having wished to see him at the very least naked before.

"No, no. I should be the one to apologize." His hands pressed against the door, pressing his forehead against it least he be tempted to turn around. Fingers lightly flexing against the surface as he gestured against it while he explained. His voice just as rushed as before. "I should have been quicker to leave, as I did wish to alleviate any sense of embarrassment on your part -- feelings."

"No... I..." Genesis had to confess it. It would at least help-- or so he believed it would. But, he couldn't exactly tell without a leap of faith, right? He had to take this risk-- he had to just to make his feeling clear. He had to confess so he could tell how he really felt for Clovis.

"I had lewd dreams about you."

His fingers clutched to the sheets surrounding him, his body tensing for whatever the Prince's reply would be.

His posture straightened that much more as he took in what Genesis had said. He twisted his hands lightly in front of him, difficult with the door so close that his knuckles occasionally brushed across the surface. Something like that ... over me? Clovis rose his hand to brush over his face that was already turning another, deeper shade of red.

"Because I confessed my --" the prince lightly bit on his lip and felt foolish for it as he continued, "-- my love to you?" He lifted his head a little. Yes, he had admitted that it was a crush and infatuation that had taken years to cultivate before he realized it was. Love. Yes, it is. And the kiss had been more than --

Clovis finished twisting his hands before turning to face Genesis. "I'm surprised I could bring about that sort of reaction to anyone, at all." His gaze slipped away to the wall. He had already confessed himself, had watched Genesis sleep and wanted to cling so close to him; was it really so troublesome to think that the man wanted him? The prince lightly shook his head. "Is it all right to assume that you love me?"

Is it all right to assume that you love me?

The words came as a shock to the older man. It was hard to believe that even after ten years, Clovis' view on romance was still so incredibly pure. Genesis had always known that romance never came that easily, especially to him. He was fond of the prince, yes, but it was hard for Genesis to profess that same feeling Clovis had for him. It was much easier to admit to his lust rather than his affection. Yet, he didn't want to hurt the man or drive him away. He wanted Clovis to stay. He was one of the very few who knew him almost as well as Sephiroth did. He took a breath, solemn despite the ache he felt in his loins for release.

"It's not that simple, Clovis. But.... I don't want you to leave me. Nor do I want to leave you."

Years ago, even in this moment, he would have corrected Genesis for not calling him by his title as well. But Clovis came to realize that there was nothing good that came from them. They did not save the ones that he wanted to save; they did not do anything other than separate himself from society as a whole. His sister had understood that and he wished that it had not taken him so long to do so, too.

Still, that did not matter as he smiled fondly at Genesis. It seemed like they were saying the same things to one another. His gaze slipped downward to the floor before finally rising so that he could return to staring kindly at the other. He had forgotten about the embarrassing situation that he was trying to leave as he walked forward with little hesitation. His hands reached out to touch Genesis's face -- surprised at how the skin felt underneath his fingertips, wanting to remember it always, before finally asking with just a hint of laughter.

"Isn't that what love is?"

No, it still wasn't that simple. Love was something deeper-- something more pure and selfless, not like this selfish heat that Genesis allowed himself to feel. Yet, to an extent, perhaps for once, the Prince's words were really true. What if he was simply denying the fact that he did love him after all. What if that very need of his to not leave Clovis was proof enough? Cautiously, he leaned into the touch of Clovis' hand.

He closed his eyes and turned his head slightly so his lips would brush against the smooth palm.

"I still am unsure... but I might consider what you say the truth."

Clovis let out a soft, happy sigh to hear that Genesis would think of such things. To dream of me in such a way, it's surprising but also somehow flattering. His face was becoming just a little more red -- already having started to turn the shade when the inside of his hand felt the man's lips. He opened his mouth to say something but was unsure as to what it was that he could say.

He smiled kindly as he did realize what it was that he wanted to say. "I love you." The prince bit his bottom lip as soon as the words came out. Yes, he had said as much before, but was being so careful in his wording that it was best to just say them rather than dance about them. Leaning down, he lightly pressed his forehead against Genesis's and closed his eyes. "How strange. My heart feels really heavy in saying it to you outright. Can I really still be so embarrassed over such things?"

The closer the prince was to him, the more Genesis felt conscious of that ache in his groin that seemed like it was begging for some kind of release. Yet... it felt so good to see Clovis slowly opening up to him this way-- learning to touch his cheek and draw in close enough to kiss. Genesis' body was screaming to take him, to own him like he did in his dreams. But he couldn't. He shouldn't. It would betray Clovis' trust in him.

With a little twinge of ache crossing his features, he reached up to touch Clovis' cheek. Goddess, such a delicate man.

"Would you... excuse me so I could relieve myself? It's terribly hard to respond. It aches."

His smile returned in full as he felt Genesis's touch, raising his hand to set over the one on his face as before. He closed his eyes and happy that he was not made fun of being so foolish about his feelings. Clovis did let his eyebrows come together in mild confusion before he pulled away. His hands came over his mouth as he remembered what it was that he had seen -- face bright red. Oh, oh, I'm so sorry. Realizing that those thoughts were only in his head, he nodded.

"No, I should be the one to leave so that you can." Even if it was or would be in his own bed, it seemed a proper sacrifice for having made the situation that much more uncomfortable for his friend (love). "I once more took advantage of your patience and kindness for me. I'm sorry, Genesis." He had gotten better with apologizing for his actions when he realized that they troubled another. Already taking a step back, he headed to the door.

When Clovis suddenly made the move to leave, Genesis almost leapt out of the bed to follow him in a panic-- he needed the bathroom not the bed. He'd only be ruining Clovis' sheets if he did that. And he didn't want to.

"Wait! Wait, Clovis!" He shouted after him, not wanting him to leave just yet.

"Where is your bathroom?"

"Huh?" He blinked owlishly for a few seconds before the redness once more appeared across his face. "Oh, yes, that would be--" Clovis barely finished any of his thoughts. It seemed like once he had dropped the masks, all the roles that he forced himself to play, he was left with just his true self. And that too had taken awhile for him to get used to being a gentle and unsure person, but there really was a limit to everything.

The prince gestured weakly to the door of on the right wall. "The other --" To the left. "-- is a closet." Not that Genesis even needed to know that much, but he just did not know what it was that he should say now.

As much as Genesis would very much like to run over to the bathroom now, he had to take things calmly-- play the role to balance Clovis out. It was adorable how he was unsure and all, really. Even after ten years, Clovis' simple and gentle ways had a kind of charm to him. It was either something he wanted to break or to keep safe.

At the moment, he wanted to keep teaching him. Love wasn't a simple process, after all.

"Could you lend me a towel so I could move around?"

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