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The first thing Shane registered when he woke was the weight over his waist — steady, warm, unshakable. Tahir’s arm was slung heavy and secure around him, holding him so close their breaths tangled in the same small circle of air. Sunlight had already found its way through the gap in the curtains, thin and golden, sliding across the sheets and gilding the edge of Tahir’s wrist where it rested on his skin.
Shane didn’t open his eyes right away.
He lay there, face half-buried in the pillow, and let himself sink into the feeling. The steady rise and fall of Tahir’s chest against his back. The faint, warm brush of his breath against the nape of his neck. The quiet, distant crash of waves that had long since stopped sounding like a threat and started sounding like a lullaby.
This was what safety felt like.
Not the absence of danger.
The presence of someone who would stand between you and it.
He could still recall, sharp and clear, the nights he’d spent alone — in empty apartments, in quiet hotel rooms, in the cold dark of the island — staring at the ceiling and wondering if he would ever feel still. If he would ever stop waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the quiet to crack, for the world to remind him he was never meant to be comfortable.
Those nights felt like a different lifetime now.
A different boy.
A different world.
Tahir stirred behind him, a soft, sleepy sound rumbling low in his chest — that faint, ocean-deep purr that only ever came out when he was completely, unguardedly relaxed. His fingers curled slightly, pulling Shane just a little closer, like even in sleep his body refused to let him go.
“…You’re awake,” Tahir mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, rough and warm and entirely too fond.
Shane smiled into the pillow, his cheeks softening. “Mhm,” he hummed, barely a sound. “But you can keep sleeping. I don’t mind.”
Tahir’s lips brushed the back of his neck, light and automatic, a kiss pressed directly over the faint silver mark that bound them. “I don’t want to sleep,” he said. “I want to look at you.”
Shane’s face warmed. He turned slowly in Tahir’s arms, until they were facing each other, noses almost brushing, their legs still tangled together beneath the sheets. The sunlight caught Tahir’s face — his dark, messy hair, his long lashes, the faint, satisfied slant of his mouth, the mark on his neck that matched Shane’s own.
Even after all this time, Shane still found himself breathless.
“You’re staring,” Shane whispered, teasing, but his voice was too soft, too vulnerable to carry any real bite.
“Good,” Tahir said, without hesitation. “I’ll stare as long as I want. You’re mine to stare at.”
Shane’s throat went tight. He lifted a hand, letting his fingers rest lightly on Tahir’s chest, right over his heart. The beat beneath his palm was steady, strong, unhurried — a rhythm that had become the foundation of Shane’s world.
“…What do you want to do today?” Shane asked.
Tahir’s gaze softened. He lifted one hand, brushing a strand of hair behind Shane’s ear, his touch so gentle it might have been a feather. “Anything you want,” he said. “We can go to the shore. We can walk to the market. We can stay inside all day and do nothing. I don’t care. I just want to be with you.”
Shane thought for a moment.
Not about places, or plans, or things to check off a list.
About feeling.
He wanted quiet.
He wanted calm.
He wanted the kind of day that left no mark but peace.
“…Let’s stay in,” he said. “All day. Just… us.”
Tahir’s smile widened, bright and relieved and infinitely happy. He leaned in, pressing a slow, soft, unrushed kiss to Shane’s lips — the kind that wasn’t heated, wasn’t desperate, just sure. The kind that said I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. This is real.
When they pulled away, Shane’s cheeks were pink, his eyes soft. “We should get up,” he mumbled, even though he made no move to leave the warmth of the bed.
“Later,” Tahir said, pulling him closer, burying his face in Shane’s shoulder. “Much later.”
They finally dragged themselves out of bed an hour later, moving slowly, like they had all the time in the world. The apartment was flooded with golden light, the air fresh with the faint salt breeze drifting through the open window. Shane headed for the kitchen on autopilot, reaching for the coffee beans, while Tahir leaned in the doorway, watching him, completely unapologetic.
Shane could feel his gaze like a warmth on his back.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he said, trying to sound stern, failing miserably.
“Like what?” Tahir asked, innocent.
“Like you still can’t believe I’m real,” Shane said.
Tahir pushed off the doorframe and closed the distance in two long strides, wrapping his arms around Shane’s waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. His breath warmed the side of Shane’s neck, his lips brushing softly over his mark.
“Because I still can’t,” he admitted, quiet and sincere. “Some mornings, I think the island, the crash, the waves… all of it was a dream. A beautiful dream I made up so I wouldn’t be alone anymore.” He paused, his hold tightening slightly. “But then you laugh. Or you yell at me for burning toast. Or you look at me like that… and I know. You’re real. You’re here. You’re mine.”
Shane’s heart swelled so full it hurt. He turned in Tahir’s arms, wrapping his arms around his neck, staring up at him, his eyes bright and unguarded.
“I’m real,” he whispered. “I’m here. I’m yours. Forever.”
Tahir’s gaze darkened, soft and deep and warm. He leaned down, kissing him deeply, thoroughly, like he was memorizing the shape of him, the feel of him, the very soul of him. The coffee maker sat forgotten, the unbrewed coffee a distant thought. Nothing existed outside this kiss. Outside this moment. Outside this love.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Shane rested his forehead against Tahir’s, trying to steady his racing heart.
“…Coffee,” he mumbled, finally.
Tahir laughed, a low, warm rumble that Shane felt more than heard. “Coffee,” he agreed. But he didn’t let go. Not yet. Not ever.
Breakfast was slow, messy, and perfect.
They made toast — a little burnt, just how Shane liked it — and fried eggs, and shared a bowl of strawberries left over from the day before. They ate standing up, leaning against the counter, their shoulders pressed together, their knees brushing, no words needed, just quiet comfort.
Tahir fed Shane a strawberry, his fingers brushing Shane’s lips on purpose, smiling when Shane’s breath caught.
“Tease,” Shane mumbled, his cheeks pink.
“You love it,” Tahir said.
Shane didn’t deny it.
They spent the entire day inside, wrapped in each other, moving through the hours like water.
They changed into soft, comfortable clothes and curled up on the sofa, pulling a thick blanket over their legs. Shane put on an old, quiet movie he’d seen a dozen times, but neither of them watched. They talked instead — about nothing, about everything, about the past, about the future, about the quiet, perfect now.
Shane told Tahir about his childhood — about rainy days spent reading in his bedroom, about the first time he’d tried to cook and burned the pasta, about the way he’d always loved the ocean even when he’d feared it. Tahir listened, fascinated by every tiny, human detail, asking gentle questions, laughing at the right moments, holding Shane tighter when the stories turned lonely.
In return, Tahir told Shane stories of the deep — of glowing underwater caves, of creatures that sang ancient songs, of storms that raged for months beneath the surface, of the quiet, endless memory of the ocean itself. He spoke softly, reverently, like he was sharing secrets no human had ever heard, and Shane listened, wide-eyed and enchanted, his heart full of love for this wild, ancient, beautiful creature who had chosen him.
By mid-afternoon, Shane’s head was resting on Tahir’s chest, his eyes closed, half-asleep, completely relaxed. The movie had long since faded into background noise. The world outside had faded into nothing. All that existed was Tahir — his warmth, his scent, his love, his steady, unshakable presence.
“…Take me underwater someday,” Shane mumbled, sleep-slurred, half-dreaming. “I want to see where you came from.”
Tahir’s voice softened, his fingers brushing gently through Shane’s hair. “I will,” he promised. “When you’re ready. I’ll carry you. I’ll protect you. You’ll see the glow, and the dark that isn’t scary… but it will never be as beautiful as you.”
Shane smiled, soft and sleepy. “Cheesy.”
“Yours,” Tahir returned, automatic and endless.
When Shane woke, the sun was low, painting the walls in gold and pink. The apartment was dim, lit only by the warm glow of the table lamp. He stretched slowly, lifting his head to stare up at Tahir, who was already looking down at him, his gaze soft and endless.
“Hi,” Shane mumbled.
“Hi,” Tahir whispered. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mhm,” Shane hummed. “Best nap ever.”
“Because you were with me?” Tahir teased.
Shane nodded, unashamed. “Because I was with you.”
Evening turned to night, soft and quiet. They ordered noodles from Shane’s favorite shop, eating straight from the containers with their fingers, laughing when sauce got on their cheeks. They drank sweet juice from the carton, their legs tangled under the blanket, their shoulders pressed tightly together.
The world outside grew dark. Streetlights flickered on, casting golden glows through the window. The ocean’s song grew softer, blending into the background. The apartment was warm, safe, and entirely theirs — a small, perfect bubble in the chaos of the world.
When they finished eating, Shane curled back up into Tahir’s arms, his face buried in his chest, his fingers tracing gentle patterns over the mark on Tahir’s neck. He was quiet, thoughtful, his heart soft with love and gratitude.
“…I don’t want today to end,” Shane whispered.
Tahir’s arms tightened around him, firm and gentle. “It won’t,” he said. “Every tomorrow is just another today with you. This — we — it doesn’t end. Not really.”
Shane closed his eyes, breathing in deep, letting the words sink into his heart. Forever had once been a scary, empty word. Now forever was Tahir. Forever was this. Forever was home.
“…I love you,” Shane whispered, like it was the first time, like it was the last time, like it was every time in between.
Tahir leaned his head down, his lips brushing Shane’s ear, his voice low and sincere and endless. “I love you,” he whispered back. “More than all the waves in the ocean. More than all the stars in the sky. More than every forever that has ever existed or will ever exist.”
Shane lifted his head, staring up at Tahir, his eyes bright and soft in the lamplight. He reached up, cupping Tahir’s jaw, and pulled him down into a slow, deep, unhurried kiss.
It was not heated.
It was not desperate.
It was sure.
I’m here.
You’re here.
We’re together.
Forever.
When they pulled away, breathless, their foreheads pressed together, Shane’s voice was soft and unshakable.
“Forever,” he whispered.
Tahir’s smile was warm and endless and completely unbroken.
“Forever,” he promised.
Outside, the ocean rolled in, steady and eternal.
Inside, they held each other, steady and eternal.
This was not a story of storms.
Or crashes.
Or islands.
This was a story of love.
Of ordinary days.
Of forever.
