I've been worryin' that my time is a little unclear

I've been worryin' that I'm losing the ones I hold dear

I've been worryin' that we all live our lives in the confines of fear

Tsuna couldn't explain it if he tried.

/he arches instinctively under Gokudera's calloused, protective touch.

Eventually he gave up on his half-hearted attempts, for the first time throwing himself head first into the flames.

/their kisses are not graceful or practiced, they do not belong on a movie screen. they are raw, frenzied the near painful desperation of wanting the other so badly it is a physical ache.

This was defying everything he'd been taught. This was turning his back on everything he'd assumed, about himself most of all, and mutely blossoming into someone new and unfamiliar. But at least he knew where his heart was.

/there are hands on his thighs, wet lips on his collarbones, his belly.

When they meet, when their eyes lock, when they can't look away even though their friends are swarming around them, laughing and joking and shoving. When all they want is for the world to fold away so they can cling to each other.

/the smothering shadows lay atop their fleshed embraces. half finished homework scatters, forgotten, on Gokudera's carpet (a flawless alibi).

But somehow those three words, beaten and bloodied beyond recognition, bruised black and blue from misuse, tossed out the window yet simultaneously given wings to fly, don't fit snug with the swell of emotion that's rising like the tide in Tsuna's narrow chest. Somehow it feels like something more than

/i…love…you…

Nana has caught the clumsily charming Italian inhabiting in her home even more often than usual, if that was possible, but she can't say she doesn't enjoy his company. Even though he's holding her son's hand under the table.

/Gokudera kisses his lower lip and reluctantly pulls away, clouded eyes reflecting the pools lust and that-something-else in Tsuna's own, strands of gossamer silver glued to his forehead by sweat.

Tsuna realizes with something akin to astonishment that all of his friends know when Gokudera kisses him in front of everyone and nobody so much as blinks. But astonishment is neatly swept away by palpable relief, because they aren't something to be hidden anymore.

/Tsuna brushes his lips down Gokudera's nose, his lips, his chin. he want's to memorize every panel, crevice, shelf of this body, this erratic heart.

But maybe 'they' were always blindingly obvious, even before they stepped forward and tentatively discovered it for themselves.

/they lay together, Gokudera hovering over Tsuna, arms shaking, releasing themselves into the sweet pull of the red threads that weave through their damp skin, and bring them closer…closer…

Not to sure about this short - it's kind of all over the place, I know, but thanks for reading ~

-Song lyrics are by Ben Howard ('The Fear'). If you like Ed Sheeran, then you'll love him.