Night Bond

It was the middle of July, the middle of the night, a world so far from Earth that to say 'Earth' was to say 'Atlantis'. It must have been lovely, but no one's seen it in a very long time. Humidity crowded the air, clinging to Yin's skin. Heat, maybe that's what kept the moisture hanging in the night. It wasn't guilt, shame, not like you could even feel those, or wipe them off your skin, even if regrets were just small little particles like moisture in the air. Life is a night with thick air, like breathing gauze and dreams are the stars, so beautiful and distant. So that even if they look small enough to be cupped in one's hands, your own hands are never going to be big enough.
Yin stretched out one leg, an arm across the back of the park bench. End of story. That's it sometimes. The air is just too thick to breath.
"Hello."
Looking up, Yin found himself staring into dark brown eyes, warm coffee brown, dark lashes. They were smiling eyes.
"This is my bench," Yin said, looking away. "I'm not a pleasure worker."
"It's not your bench," Brown Eyes said. "Don't be an asshole. What if I'm a pleasure worker?"
"Then I don't have any money," Yin said, leaning his head back, a grin lazy on his face.
"As it happens, I'm not. You have a beautiful smile."
"Shit if I do. That's like one of those tree falls in the forest statements. I'm not good company. Go away."
"I think you have a beautiful smile. I'm only in port for a night. Twelve hour pairing? No questions asked. I have my med card. I'm disease free. No names or anything, no strings, just spend the night with me." Brown Eyes winked.
"Wah," Yin said, mouth hanging open just a little. "I don't have a med card and those customs went out a long time ago. You've been reading history books."
"It's not illegal and there's nothing wrong with it. I'm not that hard to look at, am I?"
"Hell no," Yin said. Brown Eyes was easy to look at, really. Think brown hair hung down to his shoulders, neatly trimmed, bangs across his forehead suddenly called to Yin's fingers, making him want to run his fingers through the shiney thick hair. His face was long, but delicate, almost feminne and really, Yin realized he'd been assuming that Brown Eyes was a man. "Are you a man or a woman?"
"Does it matter?"
"No," Yin agreed. "Not really. What'll I call you for the night?" Yin turned, on knee bending and coming up on the bench. "You can call me Yin."
"Okay, Yin," Brown Eyes agreed. "You can call me Oxford. Shall we say until noon, tomorrow?"
"Dawn," Yin hedged. "Just until dawn, but no lies, no bull shit. Neither of us does anything we don't want. Deal?"
"So protective," Oxford said, grinning. "I like that. I agree, until dawn, complete intimacy. I want to blow you."