"Come on, let’s go outside.”
“Cause, just come on.” Bastian grabs Lukas’s hand and leads him through the crowd of people dancing and out behind the club. He leans against the cold red brick and jolts Lukas so he’s flushed against his chest and the only thing keeping their souls from intertwining is the soft fabric of new clothes.
Lukas grins up at him, his eyes dilated, his cheeks flushed, and if they hadn’t been drinking Basti would have guessed they had just got done making love (Not fucking, never fucking, because it’s so much more than that. It tender and soft and different from anything either of them has ever experienced, and Bastian refuses to call it that.). He grabs at the hem of Bastian’s shirt, playing with it through his fingers, while arms wrap tight around him, bringing him into a desperate hug. Bastian buries into Lukas’s neck, soft tears dropping from his eyes as he does his best to savor this moment.
He feels almost silly getting this emotional, after all, they still have a few more days together, but something in Bastian just needed this, needed to have Lukas tight in his arms, needed to be able to just emotionally let go.
“What’s wrong Bastian?” Lukas asks and Bastian removes his head from where it’s been resting. He releases his grasp on Lukas and brings his hands up to wipe at his eyes, glad there is no one else around to see him like this, so vulnerable and so uncharacteristic.
Bastian looks up to the sky for a second to see a shooting star running across the sky.
“Nothing Poldi, absolutely nothing.” He says and kisses Lukas with a softness he himself didn’t even know he had.