He's soft to the touch
But frayed at the ends he breaks
He's never enough
And still he's more than I can take
The bright California sun, in all its scorching glory, woke Ian. He squinted, dragging his arm up lazily to cover his eyes as he waited for his body to wake. After a long stretch he glanced at the clock, still early yet, and rolled back over to see Teddy's eyes flicker. "Hey you," he smiled.
Teddy murmured, his eyes adjusting to the light as he shot his boyfriend a sleepy grin. He flung out an arm and tucked it around Ian's waist, pulling the smaller boy closer, snuggling deep into his shoulder. They stayed like that for some time; Teddy's face pressed against Ian's neck, breathing in the sweet smell of yesterday's aftershave.
"We should get up soon," Ian whispered, pulling his fingers gently through Teddy's light blonde hair. "You'll have to go home and change so no-one notices you were wearing those clothes yesterday." He waved his hand in the direction of Teddy's jeans and shirt draped on the chair by the window. "Or I guess I could just lend you something."
"I doubt they would fit, little weed like you," Teddy teased. "I'll swing by my house on the way to school."
"We've got ages yet," Ian laughed suggestively,
Teddy smiled, thinking back to their sexual frenzy last night. Ian's parents had been away so they'd had the place all to themselves - free to do whatever they wanted and make as much noise as they liked. They'd taken their time, kissing then touching, talking then more kissing before heading for the bedroom. It'd been slow, it'd been loving and if Teddy allowed himself to admit it; it'd felt right.
Minutes passed as the two lay in silence, both not daring to believe how far they'd come yet how far they had left to go. Teddy wondered how his friends would take the news, how his father would take it, how the media would report it; 'son of movie star shamed in queer scandal!' he imagined. Ian wondered if Teddy would ever be able to accept himself for who he is, possibly even love what he had become.
"I'm hungry," Teddy slurred lazily, digging his elbow into the man who lay naked beside him. "Aren't you gonna make me breakfast in bed?"
Ian scoffed. No way did he want to move from this position. He could quite easily lie here for the rest of his life. Tangled up in the blonde's arms, not quite knowing where one ended and the other began. He tucked one finger under Teddy's chin, tilting his head up and placed a soft kiss on the awaiting full pink lips.
"We've got ages yet," Ian repeated breathlessly.
And although the hands on the clock still ticked, the people on the street still hurried, the cars in traffic still beeped, the world still turned; time stood still for the two boys. For they felt like they had forever and whether they were forced to hide or chose come out proudly, they'd damn well make every second count.