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Till couldn't deny the feelings simmering inside of him as he stared at Ivan, trying to focus on what he was saying. "Uh-no, I don't have classes tomorrow," he answered, scrambling to fit together words into a comprehensible sentence. Till's heart fluttered in his chest at Ivan's following grin and ridiculously adorable snaggletooth. His heart hadn't been...fluttering in the same way when he was with Mizi, which he also hadn't had much time to be with her as she was spending all her time with Sua.
"Great. Then I can take you to this place a block down..."
Ivan continued rambling about this bar where he'd apparently met a bunch of people at, but Till continued staring at him, his hand curving into a fist tight enough to leave white moon-shaped marks from his fingernails. Why would Ivan want to take him to a bar with other people that he'd met? Till didn't care, shouldn't care... He jerked his chin up at Ivan. "No."
Ivan paused, tilting his head. "Why? Does someone not want to get drunk? Or do you just not want to socialize? You've never had a problem with getting drunk before..." he mused, and Till's aggravation only grew.
"Drop it," he snarled, turning away. Maybe he didn't even have a chance with Ivan, despite Sua's earlier advice.
Ivan, looking genuinely confused, turned him around. There was a hint of hurt and accusing hidden in his tone, "What's wrong? Do you not want to go with me-?"
"Are you fucking stupid?" Till yelled, fist trembling by his face, staring down at the blood, probably from hitting his teeth running down his knuckles, noting the dull throbbing, but nothing compared to what Ivan had felt.
Ivan. He yelped as Till's fist smashed against his cheek, shrinking back and staring at him. He raised a hand to his right cheek, feeling the tender skin that would definitely turn into a bruise later on, and his tongue shifted to that side, the blood welling in his mouth. "Mph-What the hell?" He spit out a drop of blood, not caring as it soaked into the floor.
Till backed away too, appalled at his own actions. He was trembling, voice shaking as he said, "Shit, I didn't mean-Holy shit-it was instinct, impulse-I-" he cut himself off before he accidentally made it worse.
"You hit me," Ivan mumbled, trying not to open his mouth too wide and trigger more pain. His gaze was drawn to Till's bloodied knuckles. "And managed to hurt yourself in the process. Idiot."
"I don't want you to go to the bar with other people," Till blurted, unable to stop himself, "I wish it were just us."
Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, Ivan levelled his eyes against Till's. "You...what?"
Till wished he could take the words back, but instead he surged forward, pressing his head to Ivan's chest. "I'm sorry," he muttered quietly. "I'm sorry I punched you. You're pissing me off when you talk about bringing other people places. I-I wish it were me."
The hint of a painful smile traced Ivan's lips. "I don't mind that you hit me. Not if it's from you. But, Mizi." He didn't dare finish that train of thought, just in case Till still had some resentment left in him.
Till shook his head. "No. It's not the same. Ivan, I want you."
Ivan's mouth dropped open. "Finally, you fucking dumbass," he growled, ruffling Till's hair. However... "I can yell at you for your obliviousness later. Now, you're bleeding. That's gonna hurt."
Till scoffed. "Like you're not bleeding worse! You spat blood," he pointed out, eyeing Ivan's cheek with a hint of concern.
"It would help if you kissed me," he murmured softly into Till's ear.
He jumped back, careful not to hit Ivan. "You creep! I don't want to taste your blood!"
"I'd taste yours any day," Ivan smirked, ignoring another wave of pain.
Till shrieked, "Pervert!" He pointed a finger at Ivan, dried blood still staining it, and Ivan licked it, causing Till to scream more.