They managed a week of post bond bliss before real life intruded again, and it started with running out of food, and ended with Peter bleeding out in Wade’s arms and neither one of them were ready.
“Wade.” Peter lay a gentle kiss on Wade’s forehead, smiling when his mate’s eyes opened instantly, shining bright gold for a few seconds before fading to hazel as his dragon receded. “Good morning.”
“Mate.” Wade kissed him happily, hungrily, pulling Peter down onto the bed roll and settling between his legs. “Why are you out of bed?”
“Because the sun’s up and we’re out of food.” Peter tried to wriggle out of Wade’s grasp. “I’m hungry. Go do the dragon thing and bring me food like you used to.”
“The dragon thing?” Wade laughed, nibbling lightly at Peter’s throat and watching a bruise form beneath his teeth. “Want me to scale up and roast you a rabbit with my mighty fire breath?”
“That would be great, thanks.” Peter nodded seriously, then shrieked when Wade bit him harder. “Wa-a-a-a-de! I’m hungry!”
“Ezekiel Mutua, the head of Kenya’s Film Classification Board, didn’t want Kenyans to see Wanuri Kahiu’s internationally acclaimed film Rafiki. After watching the film, I can see why.
It was about love. The love between two idealistic, iconoclastic, intelligent, and imperfect young women. The love that some of their friends and family members continue to hold for them after they are involuntarily “outed,” despite that love being complicated by prejudice.
This is what Ezekiel Mutua didn’t want Kenyans to see. That LGBT people are fully human and beautiful, that they love and are loved, that they bruise and bleed like all Kenyans, that they seek and receive comfort and support. That young women like Kena and Ziki should be able to love, free from violence, and to be loved by their families and communities. That the love between two women is no threat to other people’s enjoyment of their rights.
For many Kenyans, viewing Rafiki may be the first step toward building more empathy and acceptance of LGBT people. That will ultimately benefit all Kenyans – apart from those who seek to instrumentalize homophobia to gain political relevance.
Steve slowly shook his head. “I’m good. I can’t think of anything else we might need.” He put the car in gear and headed out to the pizza place they both liked. Once htere, he parked and headed inside, grabbing a menu and sitting next to Clint in one of the chairs so they could decide what to get. “I figure, we get a couple of extras for left overs for tomorrow. That work for you?”
Clint hummed as they drove, getting out and sitting next to Steve as they looked. He gave a grin at Steve’s words. “We always get more anyway. It’s my job as your fiance to make sure you get your calorie intake.” he teased. “One little bullet graze doesn’t keep me from that. And i’m pretty hungry myself.” he replied, leaning to kiss Steve’s cheek. “What do you want on yours?”
Steve’s mind wasn’t as hazy now as it had been before and he curled into Tony’s warmth, burying his face into his mate’s neck, sighing softly as he did so. “I’m sorry about how everything happened,” he said quietly. “I know we were headed in this direction together at some point, but I know this is sooner than you wanted it to happen. I don’t regret anything… only that we didn’t have the chance to plan everything out like we wanted.”
Tony petted through the omega’s hair, shaking his head. “Hey, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.” he promised. “We aren’t as prepared as I’d like, but I would never change my mind about being yours.” he said softly, leaning to kiss Steve again. “All that matters is that we got you home before anything happened. I can take care of you and we’ll be fine.” he smiled at Steve, moving carefully so that he could drape an arm over Steve’s side. “I’m right here, Steve. Always yours, and now everyone will know.”
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