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Genos stood by the window, looking out to the street below. Even though it was early evening, it was already dark, the sun having set almost an hour ago. Low clouds covered the city, with a soft snow falling. The flakes were large, and with hardly any wind; they fell softly, gently covering the ground and coating the world in white. The street lamps were the only source of light around, but the light bounced off the falling snow and clouds, creating an orange hue to the sky, making it seem as if the sun was still just setting.
Saitama had run to the store, realizing they were missing a key ingredient to celebrating the New Year together, some wine. “Do you want white or red wine?” Saitama had asked as he was putting on his winter boots.
“I don’t know, Sensei. I’m only 20, I’ve never had alcohol before.” Genos replied as he cut up carrots in the kitchen next to the entry door.
“Oh, forgot you aren’t legal yet…” Saitama glanced at him as he bent back up, now putting on a winter hat. “I’m okay if you want to try some, but it you don’t that’s cool too. I’ll just get whatever’s cheapest.”
He opened the door and gave a small wave as he left. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
Now Genos had been waiting for almost an hour, looking out the window every few minutes to see if Saitama was on his way back yet. The preparations for dinner were done, everything was just waiting to be cooked, which Genos didn’t want to start heating it up till Saitama was back.
He looked around the room, trying to find something to do to occupy his time. He could clean the bathroom again, but honestly it really didn’t need to be cleaned daily. He absentmindedly reached up to touch his new earrings; he was finally getting used to them being there instead of his old ones. He twirled the left one a little bit, liking the feel of it between his padded finger tips. Now every time he would walk past a mirror, he would stop and look at himself, taking in how the earrings would softly glint in the light. They honestly weren’t that much different than his old ones, smaller even, but every time he saw himself with them in, he felt a little rush of happiness in the pit of his stomach. “You’re smiling more,” Saitama had pointed out yesterday as they ate lunch.
“Really?” Genos had felt the flutter in his stomach again, smiling without meaning to.
“Yeah, it’s super cute.” He leaned over a pecked a quick kiss on Genos’s lips. “I’m happy you’re so happy.”
Was it the earrings that made him so happy now? He really wasn’t sure. He had never been given such a meaningful gift before. Saitama and him had only been dating for about half a year at this point. Genos had finally confessed over dinner, his feelings making him nervous and jittery every time he was around Saitama, which was all the time. Saitama had seemed shocked at the confession at first, then quickly replied that he too liked Genos, but wasn’t sure if the cyborg had that sort of interest, which is why he had held back.
Genos felt his stomach flip at the memory; they went to get ice-cream afterwards to celebrate and shared their first kiss while at the park, sitting on a bench watching some ducks in a pond.
“I’m back!” Genos jolted, surprised by Saitama suddenly opening the door and coming in, tracking a bit of snow off his boots. Genos realized instead of doing anything productive, he had just been standing the middle of the room thinking. That was kinda weird of him to just drift off.
“Sensei, I’m glad you’re back!” Genos ran up to him, a relieved smile on his face as he waited for Saitama to finish taking off his winter gear.
“Whoa, I wasn’t gone that long.” Saitama hung his coat in the closet and put his boots by the vent to speed up the drying process. “Is something wrong?” Suspicious, he looked at Genos, who seemed extraordinarily happy to see him. Well, Genos was always happy to see him, but this time it seemed a little more extreme.
“I was worried about you. You left to just pick up one item and the liquor store is only a few blocks away and it should have taken approximately 22 minutes to get there and back but you were absent for 78 minutes and my sensors couldn’t pick up your signal and then it started snowing and I wasn’t sure if you had worn enough clothes to keep war…”
“GENOS!” Saitama yelled, interrupting the cyborg, who paused with his mouth open, his last word trailing off. “Okay, I get it, I was a bit late. It’s New Years though, of course the liquor store is packed, the line was out the door!” Noticing Genos’s smile fade, he turned toward him, cupping his face with his free hand, the other one still holding the bag with wine in it. “I’m sorry, I should have told you it might take longer than normal.” He leaned in and kissed Genos softly on the lips. “I feel bad for making you worry, and sorry for interrupting you.” He patted Genos’s check then walked past him into the kitchen. “Let’s finish dinner up! Why don’t you turn the TV on, I’m sure they already have the live feed from New York started.”
Genos, feeling the fluttering in his stomach again, smiled at Saitama’s back, grateful for the man he had fallen in love with. He was more understanding and caring than he gave himself credit for. He went to turn the TV on, switching through the channels until he heard “And we’re live from New York City!” shouted from some woman reporter, standing on a platform with thousands of people behind her, cheering. In the background he could see Times Square, with the ball drop in front of it.
“It’s on, Sensei!” Genos walked back into the kitchen, to find Saitama had already started heating up dinner, his homemade chicken noodle soup they had made earlier in the day. He was wearing the apron that Genos normally wore when cooking, and he felt his insides melt a little.
“Here, try this,” Saitama held up a spoonful of the soup towards Genos’s mouth, “let me know if it needs more salt.” Genos opened his mouth and drank down the soup, sucking on the spoon a little longer than needed, not breaking eye contact with Saitama. “Tastes great.” He licked his lips, seeing how Saitama never took his eyes off them.
His sensei blushed a little, and turned back to the stove. “Don’t do that while I’m cooking, I need to concentrate.”
“It’s just soup, there’s not much too it,” Genos stood behind Saitama and leaned in, nipping at his neck right behind the right ear, then left soft kisses where his nips had been.
“You get horny way too fast,” Saitama sighed. He didn’t really respond besides blushing a little harder, but he didn’t push Genos away. “Come on, I’m hungry. Let’s eat. We have plenty of time for that stuff later.”
Genos pouted while Saitama filled two bowls with soup, then walked into the living room, putting a bowl where Genos normally sat, and then took his seat. Genos followed, still pouting a little, glancing at Saitama every few seconds. When the older man finally noticed, he got slightly annoyed. “I promise we’ll continue later. What’s got you so worked up anyway?” He started eating, looking at the TV and then back at Genos.
“Nothing really. I’ve just been thinking about how you make me feel, and when we first started dating, and how happy I feel every time I see the earrings…” He watched Saitama, who gave him a small smile of assurance.
“You really like them that much? I’m glad.” Saitama glanced at the wall above their TV, were a picture in a dark brown frame was hung. “I get the same feeling every time I look at the picture you got me. Most of the time I’m not even watching the TV, I’m just looking at us smiling in that picture.”
Genos felt a jittery shock run through him, a similar feeling to a heart skipping a beat. He made Sensei that happy as well?
He continued to eat his soup with a small smile on his face that wouldn’t go away. Saitama was smiling as well, and they finished dinner in silence, watching the current interview on TV. A well known celebrity was talking to the reporter about how this last year had gone and what his plans for the future year was.
After dinner they cleaned the dishes together and put away the remaining soup. Then Saitama took out two wine glasses from a top cabinet that wasn’t gone into very often.
“Sensei, I wasn’t going to have any,” Genos said as he watched Saitama take the cork out of the bottle and pour two glasses.
“Oh, I didn’t find a wine I liked, so I actually got Sparkling Grape Juice. It’s non-alcoholic, so you can drink it,” he handed the glass to Genos, smiling.
Genos took a sip. It was very sweet, with a feeling like small electric shocks running through his mouth. “I like it Sensei!” He took another sip, following Saitama as they went to sit on the couch together.
The rest of the night, they snuggled as they watched different people get interviewed about what they would do for the new year, or reminiscing about the past year and how it was different from what they expected. Genos leaned on Saitama’s shoulder, their hands entwined as Saitama’s thumb rubbed little circles on Genos’s palm.
Genos felt himself warming up as the New Year approached. Finally, after they had finished the bottle of sparkling wine and had a couple of dessert-like snacks, he heard ’Time for the final count down’ from the TV. The crowd started chanting along with the reporter.
“59, 58, 57…”
“Sensei!” Genos pulled Saitama’s hand toward his side, trying to lean into to kiss him, but was thwarted by his teacher’s other hand that pushed him away.
“You gotta wait till it drops!” He turned back to the TV to watch the huge crowd continuing to count down.
“46, 45, 44…”
‘Like I’m waiting,’ Genos thought to himself, and started kissing Saitama’s hand, licking between the digits and sucking on them.
“GENOS!” Saitama shouted, trying to pull his hand away, although he didn’t have a lot of resistance. His face got red, blushing from his checks to his ears, not expecting his boyfriend to be forward all of a sudden. “Fine then!” And he pushed the young cyborg onto his back, replacing his fingers with his mouth, kissing him firmly, both their breathing getting louder and more ragged.
“18, 17, 16…”
The crowd was getting louder as Genos and Saitama continued to kiss, their hands running over each other’s bodies. Genos, normally a cold hard metal, was warm, steam coming out of joints on his body making the window to the balcony fog up. Saitama’s heart rate was rising, the combined heat of Genos’s body and his own making him sweat already.
“3, 2, 1!” And everyone on the TV exploded into cheering, with streamers flying and people hugging and kissing, jumping up and down with their arms waving. The reporter was practically crying, hugging her co-host and screaming even louder than the crowd being this close to the mic.
Saitama momentarily broke the kiss. “I love you, Genos.” He whispered into the other’s ear, then gently kissed the earring. After the kiss he moved to below the ear, kissing the neck similar to how Genos had been kissing him before.
“Saitama…” Genos gasped. He got winded really easily when they were making out, Saitama noticed. “I…I love you…too.” He turned his head to the side to give Saitama better access to his neck, and was rewarded with harder kisses, sending shivers down his metallic spine.
“How about we don’t go asleep till the sun comes up?” Saitama gently spoke into Genos’s ear, then moved on to licking Genos’s collar bone area, one of his more sensitive body parts.
Unable to answer vocally, his breathing too hard, he simply nodded, letting his teaching move lower as his hands gripped his shoulders, urging him on.
As his teacher kissed his metal chest, and the New York crowd still cheering, Genos managed a quick glance out the steamed window, noting that it was still snowing. ‘Beautiful’ was the only thought to pass his mind before he turned his attention back towards his lover.
This was definitely better than last year. Maybe even better than Christmas.
His mind went fuzzy, realizing this was the first time in his life he was happy for the New Year, and rather than revenge or hate to fill the year like so many had, it would be love he could look forward to. He smiled, welcoming the new year.