If Tidus knew how far from Auron's grasp he actually was, he might not have put him through this whole ordeal. As far as he knows, Auron's close at hand and so is he. They are close enough to kiss, to touch, to lay in each other for a while and enjoy it. If he knew, someday, they would slip through each other's fingers and fall from the hands that will come to grasp them both, he would never turn his cheek and lean, chuckling at their knocked noses and kissing him sweetly.

He would never. It would seem incredibly cruel.

A teenager can barely see past tomorrow and his immediate future lies in the way Auron's long arm skirt down his body and push his hips down under their weight. He can feel the way Auron's body tightens when their stomachs press taut together. He shifts his weight and rolls his hips down, grinding them together once at the hips. Auron still has his pants and he is still in his jammers, but they still feel closer now. Much closer than before.