Rune was glad to hear that Ian hadn’t eaten, hanging forgotten to even warn Ian that he would be making food, going on pure hope that Ian hadn’t picked up anything to eat before coming over. He didn’t have much time to think over the subject though before before he felt Ian’s hand grasping his with a light squeeze that Rune eagerly returned. The familiar feel of his briefly cold touch before his own heat devoured it and warmed Ian’s hand.
Ian was right though, after all they’d been through together Rune still felt nervousness buried within his own excitement. At Ian’s next word’s Rune’s smile turned slightly sympathetic, completely understanding Ian’s fear. It was the same fear Rune had felt at Ian’s departure, fear that he wouldn’t be able to do it on his ow. Not that he had to worry about that anymore, but still…Ian had to meet Micah. He didn’t know much about her aside from the fact that she was his. Ian also hadn’t seen her since the day she was created, and she grew up so fast she looked completely different now.
Leaning forward, Rune placed another kiss on Ian’s lips, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Everything’s going to be fine,” Rune reassured, turning to check the stove to make sure everything was cooking correctly. He lead Ian into the living room area where the ferret cage was, picking Thor up with his free hand along the way and placing him over his shoulders as a Thor-scarf. He pointed inside the cage, figuring he best start with the small stuff before he jumped a head and woke Micah for her introduction to Ian so suddenly. “Well,” Rune started, “I may have forgotten to mention that Petco lied to us. Loki turned out to be a girl. She had eight kits, I managed to give five away; one to my brother and four to some friends. So now I’m down to three.”
Ian smiled a little thinly after Rune kissed him again, his hand still linked with the boy’s, then squeezed, bringing a small measure of comfort, but still far off from abolishing his nerves. Ian didn’t know if he would ever get used to that feeling, having Rune comfort him, but with any luck at all, things would go smoothly at this dinner, and meeting his daughter would go off without a hitch. Hopefully.
He moved along with Rune towards the living room, his eyes falling towards the couch and he inhaled rather sharply, remembering their time there, and he had to consciously force himself not to look towards the bedroom, his hand squeezing down tightly on Rune’s. The pair reached the ferret’s cage soon enough, Ian’s dark eyes looking into it before he laughed outright. His head turning to Rune as he waited for an explanation.
Ian laughed and nodded as Rune spoke. “Jesus, Rune you had a l—-” He frowned suddenly and released the boy’s hand, his cheek sucking in enough to allow his teeth to chew along it. “Brother?” he said after a moment, not allowing himself to look at Rune, and forcing himself to stare into the cage, “I— I thought you said you were an only child? Or did you create him, too?” The words were venomous and cruel even as they left his mouth, but he hadn’t been able to stop them, the guilt from them was immediate, and he found he was quite grateful he had been looking from Rune’s face, sparing him the boy’s reaction.
Rune’s heart skipped a beat when he heard the elevator door’s opening before almost fully stopping at the sound of Ian’s voice calling out his name. He gripped at the counter harder before turning around just in time to see Ian turning into the kitchen, swallowing slightly at the sight of Ian. Nothing about him had changed, it almost felt like nothing had changed between them either. And no matter how convinced Ian was that he didn’t deserve Rune’s forgiveness, Rune would give it a thousand times over just to have Ian back again.
Ian was at Rune’s side quickly, before Rune was even able to get out a responding hello. Their lips clashed together, a familiar feeling that sent swarms of memories flooding his mind, simply enjoying the feeling of Ian against him. The taste of Ian, the smell of him, it was all the same and it sent shivers down his spine. Rune’s eyes fluttered open at Ian’s repeated ‘Hello’, blue eyes meeting brown in a familiar gaze, running his hands over Ian’s chest, feeling the same familiar muscle tone.
“Hey,” Rune finally managed, unable to wipe the grin from his face as he let himself enjoy the embrace. “Welcome back,” Rune added, hoping that Ian did feel welcome regardless of the time they’d spent away from each other. “I got the wall fixed before you showed up,” he said, pointing to the wall that had, until quite recently, been a giant hole. “I still need to replace your television since it was pretty much destroyed, but it’s something that I rarely use so I keep forgetting to whenever I go out—.” He stopped himself, knowing that he was drabbling but seeming to be unable to stop himself. He was just so immensely happy that Ian was back, here in his arms no less. His heart was beating so fast he was sure that Ian could hear it, but that was cliché wasn’t it?
He was glad that Micah was currently asleep, able to have this time between he and Ian before hitting a possible speed bump in their relationship, not that their relationship had ever been smooth sailing, but they’d always made it through stronger than before. Rune ran his eyes over Ian’s face, taking in the features of the one person he had and could ever truly love. He brought his hand up to cup Ian’s cheek, thumb running gently across the smooth skin there before he pulled Ian in for another kiss. He’d missed this so much, he missed Ian in general. Everything about Ian…the apartment just hadn’t been home without him.
Pulling away, the grin returned to his face as he turned his head to the side for a moment, glancing at the food before returning his gaze to Ian. “Hope you didn’t eat anything,” Rune told him, “I’m attempting a honey baked chicken. No promises on how good it is though, it’s been a while since I’ve cooked anything decent.”
Ian couldn’t pull his eyes from Rune’s; which were so familiar and almost warm, so welcoming and grateful—it was so easy to be with him again, to be that close. Finally, as Rune pointed to the far wall, Ian let his gaze travel there, noting the differences, but too eager to look to Rune again, dark gaze falling to the boy’s lips as he spoke, pleased by how nervous he seemed— it made Ian’s nerves more tolerable, he had been worried he was the only one.
He leaned into the boy’s touch, sighing softly and contentedly before their lips were crushed together once more, his own mouth parting, letting Rune’s breath and lips and tongue into his mouth almost eagerly, smooth hands moving up his back, pulling him closer. Ian groaned when they broke apart again, but he smiled none the less, he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop smiling, not with Rune there, so close to him.
As he looked over the food Rune was preparing, his licked his lips, tasting Rune there before he pulled from the boy and moved to peer down at the food. “No, I didn’t eat,” he replied softly, his heart still hammering noisily in his chest, “it looks good, smells good,” he turned to the boy and grabbed his hand, squeezing it softly. “It’s strange to feel so nervous,” Ian admitted honestly, knowing it was unlike him(although, in fairness, everything about their relationship was unlike him), “I— uh, shit. I just want this to go alright.”
Having Ian back in Los Angeles was more or less unbelievable, in fact Rune still couldn’t wrap his mind around it himself. In fact it was just chance that he’d run into Ian at all, though their conversation…Rune had been running it though his head ever since and every time he thought back on it it seemed more and more unbelievable. It was almost too good to be true. Ian had come back for Micah, the one reason why he’d left in the first place, he came back for her. Though with everything he and Ian had been though, Rune felt that the two of them deserved a little happiness, and that perhaps Ian being back was just a blessing for the both of them, a chance to make things right again and live a normal life…as normal as they could with their circumstances.
Rune had invited Ian back to the apartment, telling the older man that he was more than welcome to live there…so long as Ian didn’t mind living with an infant. He knew that it was a lot for Ian to take in and he wouldn’t rush Ian into anything, though most of their relationship in general had been done in a rush. For the first night of Ian returning to the apartment, Rune had decided to putting his cooking skills to the test, wanting to make a relatively edible dinner for the two of them to share while he introduced Ian to their daughter. It was hard to believe, after thinking this whole time that Rune would be alone in the raising of Micah, to have Ian back in his life…it was simply amazing.
Luckily Micah was still sleeping from her afternoon nap while Thor pranced freely around the living and Loki stayed in the gave with the remaining three baby ferrets that Rune had yet to name. Meanwhile Rune tried to remember the recipe of a honey baked chicken his mother used to make when he was younger. So far so good, though he’d printed off a recipe from the internet just in case he forgot anything, the paper sitting on the counter beside his mess of supplies. Aside from his current mess in the kitchen though he’d made sure to clean the apartment up for Ian’s arrival, putting away any of the ferret toys or the few toys he’d had out for Micah here and there who had just started to become a master at crawling around and making messes. His heart was beating so fast as the time went by, excited and yet slightly nervous for Ian’s arrival. He’d missed Ian terribly since the Pure had been gone, unable to attach himself to any other person the way he had with Ian.
Ian hadn’t been back long, but it surprised him how simply he fell back into his routine there; he had already begun working, and looking into school, making his old connections, seeing old friends— trying his best to steady out at least a portion of his life while the other portion(the more important one) seemed so confusing and up in the air.
He hadn’t seen Rune since the two had run into each other when Ian had just arrived, it had gone well, far more smoothly than Ian had expected—or deserved— but he was grateful none the less the two seemed to be on good and reasonable terms, but that was really the least of his worries. Ian had a daughter now. Micah. He had tried to run and ignore that fact, but it was what brought him back. He needed to meet her. Know her.
Ian arrived at his old place, memories flooding him instantly of the first time he had brought Rune back there, and he allowed himself an indulgent smile— his intentions had been so malicious and cruel then, and he still found it hard to believe how things had changed so quickly after Rune came into his life. How irreversibly things had gone. With a final sigh he moved into the building and took the elevator back up to his flat, the one he hadn’t been to in so long.
The pure stepped inside, halting himself at the elevator door as he looked around, noting the few differences. It was strange to be back, but he wouldn’t let his eyes linger anywhere for too long, more eager to see Rune again, needing to touch him, be reassured he had made the right decision in returning home. “Rune?” He called a little hesitantly as he moved to the kitchen, catching sight of the boy just as he turned to Ian’s call. “Hello.”
Ian moved to Rune’s side quickly, unashamed or nervous before he pressed his lips against the boy’s, breathing deeply of his scent. He held them there together for a moment before he opened his eyes, being unaware that he had even closed them. “Hello,” he repeated, smiling.
Yeah, there was actual fear in his eyes. He took off before I could do any real damage.
Honestly, I don’t know. But he was after Micah, I couldn’t stop myself.
Has, uh—.. Micah shown any signs? Of being… like you?