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„It’s fucking shitty up here.” Guy-Man’s hoarse voice suddenly broke the silence. Thomas blinked rapidly, his sight regaining focus. Turning away from the Paris at night, he looked to his right.
“Sorry, what? I zoned out.” He smiled at the long haired man, who just lit up another- fifth? sixth? -cigarette. Guy-Man looked up, a weary scowl painted on his pale face. Streetlights were reflecting in his eyes as he took a long drag from his cigarette. He knocked on the metal balustrade in front of them and blew smoke right at Thomas. “I said “It’s fucking shitty up here”. Are you seriously—“ He made here the air quote gesture at his friend. “—zoning out here, of all the places?” He asked, sounding a bit annoyed. Thomas shrugged, watching the smoke disappear before it even reached his face.
"I don’t know, I’d say the Eiffel Tower is the best place for zoning out.” He honestly did not understand why was Guy so discontent, they have been here before on numerous times. Maybe he did not really want to go up here? Tonight’s trek was a bit of a random idea, but… Thomas glanced at Guy-Man’s furrowed brows.
“Pah.” Guy-Man looked down, tapping the balustrade again. “More like the most pretentious. Good thing it’s late.”
Thomas hummed in approbation. What could he say? He liked watching their city from this landmark. Usually he did not think much about Paris, but sometimes he just felt like getting up here, absorbing the atmosphere, the cold night air, watching the golden lights. These special moments deserved the aura of concentration, one that is unavailable with all the tourist ruckus. Sure, even at this hour there were many people climbing up the stairs, but their spot was relatively quiet, thank God.
“Well… wanna go down? Get some coffee?” Thomas leaned on the balustrade as well, their shoulders accidently touched. Guy-Man coughed suddenly, dropping the cigarette. They both froze and watched it fall, tiny orange dot swirling through the dark air in rain of sparks.
“Wow.” Thomas just hoped it didn’t land on anybody. He looked back at Guy, worryingly. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I just--…” Guy-Man’s hand absent-mindedly went through his slightly greasy hair. “Yeah, we can… we can go back now.” He turned away, cursing mentally at his fretting. Thomas lead the way to stairs in grim silence after a short shrug.
Guy-Man licked his lips nervously, wishing that he didn’t drop that cigarette. Scaling down the metal stairs, he stared blankly at Thomas’ back in front of him, jumping up and down before his vision. He should fucking get used to that. They have been touching before, all the goddamn time, it should be different just because of THAT talk they had like a week ago...
“…so yeah. I’m not saying I’m in love with you, but to be honest I think this is what it is, Thomas.”
“W-well, I would say this is a surprise, but it really isn’t…? I mean, I think it was bound to end up like this.”
“You don’t have to say anything, I just… I just had to say that—come on, you stupid fucking lighter –you know, get that off my chest. We don’t have to do anything about this.”
“We can’t just ignore that either. Let’s be mature here—hey, look at me, Guy-Man –everything is fine, yeah? Let’s just—I don’t even know… Fuck, I mean—“
“Hold on, I said we don’t have to do anything about this, Thomas, we can just carry on, we had our sentimental moment, let’s move on, forget about me being stupid and just—“
“Ahhh, you see, this is more of a shared problem, haha...”
“Oh.”
Why did he had to own up to this shit? They could both be just happily ignoring their own feelings and things wouldn’t have to be so awkward. They were slowly reaching the end of the stairs and soon he will have to look him into eyes again and… Fucking hell. He was so embarrassed about his little outburst of emotion, even if it happened a week ago. It still stung like a bitch.
“So what, we now move on from being bestest pals to clubbing boyfriends?”
“I don’t think it’s this easy, Guy-Man… Okay, okay, don’t roll your eyes at me. Let’s just… let this… progress naturally? See where this takes us, yeah?”
“You have no idea what you are talking about, right?”
“Well, do you?”
No, neither of them did. This was an unknown territory for both of them. It was all shit and giggles when they were just friends, making music together, hanging out from time to time. Now it’s just fucking awkward, because all the boundaries disappeared, all these invisible rules they had are now gone. Their relationship changed, it’s something more, but neither of them knew where to go from here. Thomas seemed to just—just carry on, like nothing happened. Guy-Manuel fixed his gaze down. He singlehandedly destroyed their friendship, distorted it into something freakish, uncomfortable.
“So!” Thomas turned around, once they reached the last step. He jumped off it and looked at Guy brightly. “Coffee? I know it’s late, but…”
Guy-Man stopped at the last step. He wished he could be so carefree, so okay with this shit. He broke them and unlike Thomas, he just couldn’t act like everything is normal. “Yeah, um…” Guy-Manuel brushed his hair away, tucking some of it behind his ear. He hesitated, without ending his sentence. Maybe they should stop, this isn’t healthy, they should just rest from each other, focus on music and this whole Daft Punk thing. Guy-Man opened his mouth again, but stopped, seeing the gentle gaze of Thomas. He reached out his hand gently.
This is normal, his eyes were saying. This is what I want.
“Christ.” Guy-Man grabbed his hand, his doubts disappearing suddenly. With his help, he jumped off the step as well. “I’m not a fucking princess, you know.” He fumbled around, looking for his cigarettes, checking every single pocket in his leather jacket. Thomas chuckled at Guy-Manuel’s irritated smile—only he could be so pissed about being happy. Whatever was going through his mind, it was gone now, his old Guy-Man is back.
“I don’t know, with hair like that…” Thomas started and stopped immediately seeing the seething glare. “Geez, sorry!” He raised his arms apologetically. Guy-Manuel huffed, lighting up his cigarette.
“Bah, I’m thinking about cutting them anyways.” He shrugged at Thomas. His partner pouted slightly. “What?” Guy-Man raised his eyebrow. “First, you insult me, now you…”
“I just think it looks cute.” Thomas inhaled air sharply, awaiting another harsh response from Guy-Man. God knows this man can’t take a compliment like that. Guy-Manuel stared back at him, but when he opened his mouth, only smoke and short “Thanks” came out.
They looked at each other in silence, both marveling at the long way they have just came. It just felt different, they came down as a different pair. Guy-Man looked up at the Eiffel Tower, could it get any cheesier that this? Blowing his smoke at Thomas, he snickered.
“Was this a fucking date?” He couldn’t stop smirking. Fucking Eiffel Tower?
“What? Oh—Yeah, I suppose. Why not.” Thomas smiled as well, shrugging. He certainly didn’t plan this as such, but he was so glad that Guy-Man was slowly regaining his confidence, he was opening up again to him, without this fake hostility. Future started to look brightly.
“Classy as fuck.” Summed up Guy-Manuel, taking a long drag.
He was okay with this.
Thomas was okay with this.
They were going to be okay.
Maybe even better.
“Alright, let me finish this.” He gestured with his cigarette. Thomas’ eyes narrowed and his heart started to beat faster. He knew how to take a hint. Guy-Man was letting him to take another step, he’s trusting him again… It took seconds for Guy to simply kick away the leftovers of the cigarette. He stared tauntingly at Thomas, who slowly moved towards him. Fuck, he was nervous. Thomas grabbed his wrist gently, pulling Guy-Man closer. Let’s hope he won’t screw this up, he doesn’t want Guy-Man to shy away from him again… One last glance around, just to make sure nobody was watching them, before he looked right into Guy-Manuel’s eyes—always so tired and weary, the way he loves them –and their lips touched each other. Guy-Man’s hand flinched, but Thomas hold it in place, squeezing it reassuringly. It felt so strange—to feel Thomas’ warmth so strongly, he was right there, he could smell him, he felt his nervous trembling lips—they really were doing this.
And there is no coming back. They can only continue from now on.
Guy suddenly wrapped his other arm around Thomas, standing up on his toes—curse his height –and spread his lips with tongue, delicately brushing it against Thomas’ teeth, asking for permission. The other man’s eyes snapped open, surprised at Guy-Manuel’s boldness. They really were natural at this. Grabbing the back of Guy-Man’s head, sinking his fingers into his long hair, he allowed their tongues to join and become intertwined, locked in a dance? Fight? It didn’t matter, as long as Guy’s eyes were shining so brightly, as long his eyelashes were literally fluttering. Thomas couldn’t help but to let out a silent moan, holding Guy-Manuel even tighter, blood pumping faster in his body. They felt so good together, how could they have any doubts, this was so good, kissing was good, being together was good, he loved this, he loved kissing him, he loved—him. Finally, Guy broke away from the kiss, wiping away a thin thread of saliva that joined them for a moment. Thomas chuckled, seeing how flushed the other man was.
“What’s so funny?” Guy scowled, taking a step back. Shit, his feet actually hurt. How long was he up on his toes? This might prove tiring in the future.
“Nothing.” Thomas assured him, sounding almost dreamily. His tongue clicked twice. Jesus, it tastes like ashtray in here now. “God, you taste like an entire pack of cigarettes.”
“What a surprise.” Guy-Manuel rolled his eyes. “At least you can call this a date now.”
Well, Thomas had several other “date-improvements” in mind, but he felt that he should not push. This night was theirs to treasure for years to come, right here, under the starry Parisian sky, next to this old, sentimental thing. Eiffel Tower, who would have thought… Thomas looked up with a tender smile.
“Didn’t you say something about coffee?” Guy-Man woke him up again, another cigarette stuck between his lips. He was already walking away, less pink, but his gaze was still shining excited, despite the forced nonchalance in his voice.
“Ah, sure!” Thomas caught up with him. “Hey, Guy-Man. Thanks.”
“Whatever.” Guy-Man slipped his cold hand into Thomas’ pocket, clearly awaiting for him to do the same. Fuck, it’s happening. They want it and it’s happening. They are happening. And it pleased him all too well. Thomas quickly wrapped his fingers around Guy-Manuel’s palm, squeezing it.
“Wanna check how I taste like after an espresso?”
Thomas chuckled.