Tasy x Alyosha - Colours

“Tasy, this is stupid.”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine!”

“We’re gonna get caught!”

“Relax! What’s the worst your dad is gonna do? Ground you?”

“Forbid me to see you?”

The last words made Tasy stop in his tracks. He looked over at Alyosha, dressed in his red autumn-jacket, jeans and a grey scarf. Alyosha looked like the kind of man his dad wanted him to be. Nice, focused on his studies and ambitious. But his hand was still in Tasy’s.

Tasy was the opposite of the good guy that Alyosha’s dad wanted Alyosha to be so badly.
Tasy was dressed in a band t-shirt with a leather jacket over, ripped jeans and combat boots. Alyosha was the perfect picture of a police chief’s son, just like he was, and Tasy was the perfect picture of a troublemaking punk who couldn’t keep within the lines, just like he was. But they were still holding hands, mixing their opposite pictures together, linked to each other.

“Alyosha… I’m not gonna force you…”, Tasy said. “If you don’t want to…”

Alyosha sighed. He knew Tasy would never force him into something he was uncomfortable with, but he was so sick of being afraid of what his dad would think. He wanted to make decisions of what he himself wanted to do or felt like, not what his dad thought was okay for him to do and not. Tasy had been so excited for this too. He really wanted to do this with Alyosha. And Alyosha wanted to this too.

“Goddamnit. Fuck my dad, let’s do this!” Alyosha said and started walking at a higher pace, taking the lead and dragging Tasy with him by their hands. Tasy grinned and ran a couple of steps so he was walking beside Alyosha.

“It’ll only take a couple of minutes, I promise!” Tasy said happily and kissed Alyosha’s cheek lovingly. “Your dad won’t even notice you were gone!”

“I really hope you’re right, Tasy”, Alyosha mumbled.

They were walking on the railway-track, towards the bridge going over the tracks. Alyosha was a little nervous on walking on the railway-tracks, but Tasy said he knew the train-scheme and there wouldn’t be another train during the next two hours, and Alyosha trusted Tasy. When they reached the bridge Tasy led Alyosha down from the tracks and turned to the side of the inner part of the bridge that went higher and higher up above them, forming a bridge over the tracks and going down on the other side of the tracks. The cement wall was covered in graffiti. Much of it looked like garbage, but some parts of it were gorgeous. Alyosha saw a partly-finished work that in the end would resemble love. It was a bit hard to see at the moment, but it was far from finished. And since Matthias and Berwald was working on it, it would without a doubt look gorgeous when it was finished.

Tasy had told him that some days this place was crowded with youth making graffiti, but today they were alone. Tasy pulled his backpack off his back and put it down on the growel on the ground. He picked out his spray-cans and started working. While Tasy was working with whatever it was he was doing, Alyosha was admiring the rest of the wall. He saw one painting off Tino, without a doubt made by Berwald. Another one was a cross hairpin surrounded by fairies and sparkles and magic light. This one was made by Matthias, no doubt about it, and was for Lukas. Lukas loved magic things and fairies, and when you had seen Lukas as many times as Alyosha had did, you recognized the hairpin. On the top of the wall he could see a beautiful light pattern in blue, green, and purple. That had to be the Northen Light piece that the three brothers Tasy, Matthias and Berwald had spent a week working on. It was beautiful, and it made Alyosha wish he could see one in real life.

“Alyosha?” Tasy said, bringing Alyosha back to reality.

“Yeah?” Alyosha said and turned his head to Tasy. Tasy smiled and nodded against the wall. Alyosha looked there, and his eyes widened. On the wall his name was written, in all the colours of the rainbow. The paint was wet and had started to drop a bit, making the painting look even cooler. It was beautiful.

“Do you like it?” Tasy asked.

“Tasy… you… I love it!” Alyosha said and smiled happily. Tasy smiled back.

“I am going to make a bigger one, like Berwald and Matthias’ paintings, but I wanted to make one for you right now.”

“It’s gorgeous, darling!” Alyosha said and hugged Tasy. It was the first time anyone had made something this personal for him, and he loved it. He didn’t care that Tasy thought it was small, he loved that Tasy had wanted to make him something this personal, a piece of art. Tasy laughed, but he didn’t hug back.

“I have paint all over my hands, and I don’t want to ruin your jacket”, he said. Alyosha laughed too and let him go. “However”, Tasy continued. “I can do this.” Tasy leaned forward and kissed Alyosha to the lips. Alyosha leaned in into the kiss and kissed Tasy back lovingly.

“I love you”, Alyosha whispered into Tasy’s mouth.

“I love you too”, Tasy breathed back. Alyosha wrapped his arms around Tasy, kissing him gently. Alyosha ran his fingers through Tasy’s dark blue and black hair. Tasy got some of Alyosha’s blonde hair in his eyes when a wind came and blew some strands of Alyosha’s blonde hair into Tasy’s face. Alyosha’s red autumn-jacket blended against Tasy’s black leather jacket and his band tee, Alyosha’s grey scarf getting a few spots of graffiti paint on it when Tasy accidentally touched the ends of it. They were complete opposites. They were two completely different pictures, linked together with their mouths, mixing together with each other and together creating a whole new picture.