120. #2
"Yeah, I guess so."
Yug rolled his eyes and got inside.
Ravi smirked before walking around to the driver's side.
Once he settled behind the wheel, he glanced at Yug.
"I was kidding."
Yug looked at him suspiciously.
"I started liking you when you were bald."
"I still wonder why".
"You look good either way," Ravi continued. "You've got the face for it."
Yug immediately frowned.
"Never call a man pretty."
"But you are."
"Ravi."
Ravi ruffled Yug's hair a little. Yug hit his arm.
"And if you actually lose your hair someday," he added, starting the car, "I'll shave mine off completely."
Yug turned toward him.
"Seriously?"
"Absolutely." Ravi nodded solemnly. "No man in my bloodline has a bad hairline. But refuse to let you suffer alone. I have a heart you know".
"Yeah, rub it on my face," Yug said dryly.
"See? I'm willing to make a sacrifice for you," Ravi replied.
"Yeah, well, don't." Yug pointed at him. "I like your hair very much. If you shave it off, don't come near me."
"As you say."
Ravi said and started the engine.
Yug switched his phone off and slipped it into his pocket. When he looked up, he noticed Ravi staring at him.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Focus on the road."
Ravi chuckled and turned his attention back to the road.
Yug took off his glasses and leaned back against the seat. The exhaustion he'd been fighting all week was finally catching up with him. He closed his eyes, intending to rest them for just a moment.
Before Ravi could say anything else, Yug had already fallen asleep.
The drive continued quietly.
Every now and then, Ravi glanced over at him.
Yug was completely still, his head resting against the seat, breathing evenly. The tiredness that had been so obvious on his face earlier was still there, but at least he finally looked peaceful.
When they reached the house, Ravi parked and turned toward him.
Yug was still fast asleep.
Ravi tapped his fingers lightly against the steering wheel.
He got out, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door. After carefully unbuckling Yug's seat belt, he gently shook his shoulder.
"Ravi?" Yug murmured sleepily.
"Yeah. I'm going to carry you inside."
"Okay."
Yug barely seemed awake enough to protest. And he didn't need to. He trusted Ravi with everything.
Ravi placed one hand carefully behind Yug's head so he wouldn't bump it against the car frame, then lifted him into his arms.
Yug instinctively shifted closer, still half-asleep.
It took Ravi a moment to figure out which room was Yug's. Once he found it, he carefully lowered him onto the bed.
By then, Yug was awake enough to open his eyes.
"You go to sleep," Ravi said.
"Yeah. I'll just change and wash my face."
Yug yawned and disappeared into the bathroom.
He stood in front of the mirror and immediately covered his face with both hands.
This is crazy.
He just carried me inside and I kept on sleeping like a slug.
I need to get a grip.
He looked at himself again.
He looked exhausted.
Dark circles were visible beneath his eyes, his hair was an absolute mess, and the stubble he'd been neglecting all week had grown noticeably thicker.
Yug sighed and splashed cold water onto his face.
Then he looked at himself again.
He came all the way here for me.
The thought made a small smile appear on his face.
It was an effort.
A huge one.
Yug smiled at his reflection for a few seconds before abruptly making his expression serious again.
He splashed more water onto his face.
Then he looked at the mirror.
And smiled again.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" he muttered.
He quickly changed into something more comfortable, ran his fingers through his hair, and walked back out.
Ravi was standing in the middle of the room with an expression that made him look like he'd been sentenced to something.
"Is there a spare room here?" Ravi asked.
"Yeah, there are a few. But they probably need to be cleaned." Yug frowned. "Why?"
"I'm not sleeping on the floor, am I?"
Yug stared at him.
"Okay, don't look at me like that," Ravi said immediately.
"You're staying in this room."
Ravi raised an eyebrow.
"Bring your stuff here."
There was no room for argument in Yug's voice.
Ravi obeyed.
"Okay."
He went outside, brought his bag in, and placed it near the bed.
"Give it to me. I'll put your clothes in the wardrobe."
Ravi handed him the bag and sat down.
Yug opened it and began arranging Ravi's clothes neatly inside the wardrobe. He folded everything carefully, occasionally glancing at Ravi. His annoying smirk never left his face.
Then he came across something unusual.
An envelope.
Yug paused.
He moved it aside and continued sorting through the bag, only to stop again when he noticed something else.
A gun.
His hand froze.
For a moment, he simply stared at it.
Then he slowly looked over at Ravi.
Ravi was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, watching him.
Yug raised an eyebrow.
Ravi didn't say anything.
Yug carefully left it where it was and went back to arranging the clothes.
"I'm not going to use it here," Ravi said.
Yug nodded and slid the weapon into the back of the wardrobe.
"You know what", Yug began as he closed the wardrobe. "You might be the only criminal I like".
Ravi smirked. He stood, stripped off his t-shirt in one fluid motion, and closed the distance between them.
He gripped Yug's waist and kissed him hard. Yug's knees turned weak, his breath hitching, but he managed to push back.
"I'm tired," Yug breathed. "Let's just sleep."
Yug knew there's so much more to come now since they were alone. But he just secretly stole some glances on Ravi's abs and his chest. His little hair on the chest. Ravi did notice him. When they looked at each other, Yug immediately rolled his eyes.
They collapsed onto the bed. Yug reached over and killed the lamp, plunging the room into a heavy, velvet darkness.
"Goodnight, Haider," Yug whispered.
"It's afternoon right now. Is it different here?"
Yug chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest.
"Just go to sleep."
Yug pulled the duvet over them both.
"Okay," Ravi muttered.
Yug closed his eyes. A moment later, he felt Ravi's larger frame move closer. Ravi buried his face against Yug's chest, and Yug didn't move away.
Ravi was being unusually clingy and cute, so Yug simply let him.
Slowly, Yug wrapped his arms around him, gently running a hand through the short hair at the back of Ravi's head. Ravi's warm breath brushed against his chest as he held on tightly, his hands resting around Yug's hips. He pulled Yug closer, draping one of Yug's legs over him.
Ravi clung to him like a puppy.
These little things were common but huge for Yug. Yug and Ravi were never been that lovey dovey flirting couple. They have always been teasing each other. But sometimes things like these make everything better.
Yug did feel a bit awkward at the position they were lying down and the way his legs were over Ravi. But everything has a first.
I'm going to make you happy, Yug thought, tightening his arms around Ravi's neck.