Author: Kiki (Hey-Diddle-Diddle)

Genre: Drama/General

Rating: PG-13

Summary: They'll miss him when he leaves. Basch/Noah, pre-game, spoilers. Incest.

Basch clutched at the grass, wrapping his fingers around near the roots, dirt catching beneath his fingernails. He could smell it when the grass crushed between his fingers, and it tasted bitter on his tongue.

"Basch," Noah gasped behind him, fingers scratching against Basch's back, and Basch turned his face against the ground, trying to breathe. "Oh, gods, Basch--"

It took time to clean up, to fix their clothing. Noah was lying on the grass next to him, sleepily picking at the grass, and Basch eyed a stain on his trousers, wondered if he could get it off with a little water from the stream.

"Mother will be home soon," Noah said idly, and Basch decided his trousers a lost cause. He'd sneak them into the laundry at home, and hope no one noticed.

"I said," Noah repeated loudly, "Mother will be home soon."

"I heard you," Basch said, shifting slightly to begin to put on his trousers. He paused, arse still on the ground, then kicked of his trousers, rolling over. "I heard you," he said again, pillowing his head on his arm.

"Then we should go home," Noah said. He sounded closer, and when he blew a breath of warm air on Basch's ear, Basch swatted at him half-heartedly. "Come on, Basch."

"Go ahead, I'm tired." Basch closed his eyes stubbornly, tried to ignore the tickle of Noah's fingers.

"Fine," Noah said, and his mouth was pressed just below Basch's ear. "I'll leave you, then. Come home soon, Basch."

"Fine," Basch said, and it was silent a moment, then a pile of clothing hit Basch's head. He jerked, sitting up as he threw off the cloth. "What--"

"Wear my trousers," Noah said, pulling on Basch's trousers. "I'll put these in with the laundry. You're horrible at it, never can tell a lie."

Basch watched Noah's fingers do up the clasps, fast and nimble, and watched as Noah crouched down before him. "Come home soon," Noah said, and kissed Basch's mouth, tasting like grass and the wine at lunch. "We'll be missing you, Brother."