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

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?"

"Of course!" His fingers once more brushed over his mouth as he mumbled about how he was being so ridiculous about this whole process. Genesis was still calm and patient with him as ever. It really was wonderful to know that hadn't changed even as he hurried into the bathroom to locate a towel. It wasn't a grand one in the least, just what needed to be done, as he took a towel from the small shelf before returning.

Pressing it against his face, he just wanted to get the red to go away before he returned to Genesis's side to hold it out to him. Biting his bottom lip, he could not help it. "I'm so sorry, Genesis. I don't mean to be so like I am right now. I wanted to show you that I had grown up to be a reasonable adult, but it seems like I haven't grown up at all when I am with you."

"I think that's how things work when you're in love, I guess," Genesis smiled as he took the towel to close around his waist and hide his embarrasing arousal. Well, the tent was still there, but at least he wouldn't be shocking Clovis with his nakedness.

"I guess that was what they meant when they said that love made one young again."

"Yes, that is what they say." Clovis smiled softly in turn as he looked away to save them any further embarrassment in the situation. "It really doesn't feel like any time has passed, but I will get on that later."

His fingers intertwined with one another, twisting, before letting go as he continued to look away. "I don't want to cause you further discomfort. So, please." He gestured lightly to where he had just left. His face still a little red. "Even though, it seems almost cruel to do such to you. To confess one's love to another is to want to give yourself to them rather than ... I apologize. I'm probably not making sense."

With the towel around his waist, Genesis began to make his way to the bathroom to relieve himself with a cold shower. But... before he decided to leave Clovis be for now, he leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I couldn't understand much, but... talk to me more when I return. I'll only be a moment."

With that, he darted off to do what was necessary: A freezing shower (which made him yelp a little, by the way) and...

"Clovis! Do you have anything I can borrow in the meantime?"

He didn't want to walk around someone else's home completely naked all the time, after all.

Clovis let out a soft sigh after Genesis left. His hands came to rest across his heated face, rubbing the skin until the color returned to normal. He really is always so patient with me when I don't realize that I'm burdening others. A soft laugh before he straightened the bed sheets out with only the sense of trying to busy himself. He did, however, hurry to the bathroom door when he thought he heard a noise, before letting the matter go. Oh. I--!

"Nothing that would fit you, I'm afraid." Their heights were still too different, but he did dig about to find something of his to wear. At least he did have one pair of pants that seemed suitable as they were baggier. "Still..." Upon locating the one of his longer jackets and looser shirts, he walked back to the bathroom door, to open it a bit to hold out the clothes to him.

Quickly, the clothes are taken and the door is closed once more. A little while later, Genesis comes out. The pants seem to fit decently while the shirt is a little tight on his muscled frame. It was of a decent length, though.

"The jacket was a little difficult to wear, I'm afraid. But, thank you." He smiled at the prince before him. It felt much better now that he was decent.

"You're welcome." Clovis looked down and away, still smiling slightly but not quite able to make eye contact with Genesis. He knew that he should just let the matter go rather than continue to talk on it, but the words came out on their own.

"I really do feel like I shamed you a bit," It was equally troubling how he kept looking up then away like some child that had been caught drawing on the walls or something equally silly, "and wish to know if there is any way I can properly apologize."

With a little chuckle under his breath, Genesis raised a hand to cup the prince's cheek. By this age, most people he knew were already comfortable with the idea of romance. Yet perhaps Clovis still had to have his hand held through this. If it took a while for him to blossom as a citizen in Death City and raise himself to a Death Scythe status, then perhaps he would also need the same for romance. It made Genesis chuckle, really. Clovis to him was like the trademark fruit of his hometown, the Banora White apple. You can never tell when the trees begin to bear fruit or when the fruits on the boughs finally ripen to taste. It takes patience and a keen eye to be a good harvester in Banora.

Well, watching a man blossom into maturity was better than watching trees, anyway.

"A kiss will suffice."

"A kiss?" One that he would have to initiate. Clovis had always been worried about actually becoming physically and emotionally involved with someone. Friendship was one thing, but love was another. But I do love Genesis. The prince wondered if the man knew about how difficult it was to make such a confession aver being somewhat neurotic about relationships all his life.

"I knew that one day my father would probably marry me off." It seemed like such a random statement, but he wanted to explain himself a little. "I was fine with that idea, because I would be helping Britannia as I would most likely be married for political and geographical gain."

His hands rose to touch either side of Genesis's face. "So, I couldn't love anyone without dismissing His Majesty, my title, and loyalty to Britannia." Even if he knew that he had died in his world, he couldn't betray his father. Clovis's gaze slipped to the side before he leaned in close to the other. "I confess all of this to you, because I really do love you. A kiss is so much more to me. And the one that you gave me before was..."

He really couldn't finish his sentence before he set himself forward to kiss Genesis, to halt his words. Something clumsy and sweet. Clovis wanted to confess all that he was to Genesis, because he felt like any second the man would disappear out of his sight. All the words that had piled up in that year had found their way of spilling out at the most awkward of times. And closed his eyes as he tried to deepen the kiss just a bit, unable to look at Genesis anymore as he did so.

Sweet and clumsy was exactly what Genesis had expected from a prince with such pure a heart. Although it could still be a little debatable, Genesis wanted to think of it that way-- that Clovis loved him with only the purest of intentions. And somehow, it warmed him greatly to know that someone had thought of him in such a way. After all, love was nothing but lies to Genesis. They were only feelings that bordered on lust-- or a desire for a certain opportunity. That was what he knew of his parents. That was what he knew for everything. That in a single accident, he would recognize that everything he once thought was normal and good were nothing but lies.

Yet... how would Clovis ever grow to love him wanting certain opportunities? He had never known his friend to turn a lustful gaze at him. His mind was always caught in some bright, childish, assertive idea. And he adored him for his simplicity despite the way that most of the time, it was a little off the mark.

Gently, his arms closed around the younger man's waist, pulling him closer, supporting him lightly so they could be at a more even height. When he felt the other desire a deeper kiss, he gently obliged, feeling his heart race ever so slightly as he parted his lips lightly and nipped gently at the prince's bottom lip.

Perhaps. Maybe just this once, just for Clovis, he would make an exception for the way he viewed love.

"I love you."

He swore that his heart stopped its beating for a moment when he murmured the words against Clovis' lips.

The snobby princeling of his youth wanted to say something along the lines that he knew that Genesis loved him. Who could not love him? But his heart would not allow him to tease, to be so egotistical. For the past year, he had been mourning someone that he did not think he would ever see, again. Clovis was able to find his way of honoring and keeping true to Spirit's memory, but he did not know what he could do for Genesis.

Spirit was the one who was the first one to befriend me, someone so troublesome and selfish. His smile returned into the kiss. But Genesis was the first to see me at my weakest. There were only fond memories that he had with the other. It was all that he could think of during that year. How his heart hurt and not quite understanding the reasons until a sudden revelation toward the end of that painful time.

Unlike Spirit, I said all that I wanted to him, but I wasn't able to say it to you. All those thoughts and things that he could have said now felt like they would be lost. His arms came to tighten their hold around Genesis in turn. Heart feeling full and joyous at those words. "Thank you."

Lips pressed against the prince's forehead... then the tip of his nose... then against his jaw once before returning to his lips once more for a deeper, more passionate kiss, taking advantage of those lips lightly parted after he spoke. Just a little more, he reasoned in his mind, finally feeling the guilt of wanting Clovis eased away. He loved him. And because he loved him, he could kiss him freely. Just like this.

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