The brown haired boy slept, his chest raising and falling in a steady
rhythmic pattern. Even though his hair seemed short it still fell slightly
onto his face. A blonde boy who was still awake gently pushed the curl back
and then running his fingers lightly over the brown haired boy's face
careful not to wake him.
"Specs." He whispered under his breath. Specs didn't so much as stir to the blonde boy's happy ness. Two pairs of glasses were in on a small table and two outfits placed in two separate piles. The two boys lay on the small bed. The blonde, Dutchy, had his arm around Specs' thin waist.
Both boys had only a sheet on that covered their lower half. Their bodies were thin and both had a few bruises on their pale skin. They were both a little malnourished because when they could get regular meals the food wasn't good. Dutchy's ribs pressed against his skin lightly.
Dutchy put his head in the pocket between Spec's shoulder and neck. The brown haired boy didn't stir. Dutchy wondered why they needed to lie to be together. There wasn't anything wrong with any of the other boys going out with a different girl every other day, but the idea of two boys who were more deeply in love then the other boys would ever think.
As Specs moved a little closer to him to try and gather some warmth from Dutchy. Dutchy put both his arms around Specs trying desperately to warm him. He never heard any of the guys talking about small moves like that. Infact he had heard the guys talk about how they wouldn't help when a fling wanted something. He hardly saw the couples touch or just be together.
Love wasn't supposed to be socially acceptable. Love was supposed to be about catching your partner when they fell, its' about knowing you can be caught. Love was about sweet kisses stolen in alleyways. It was about worrying about the person when you hadn't seen them for awhile. It's not about what every one thinks, not about acceptance. Its about love.
What was so wrong with it? What was so wrong with love? What was so important about loving a woman if you couldn't? Why couldn't the two come out? What was so wrong with loving a man?
Dutchy unconsciously tightened his grip on Specs so much that the boy woke up.
"What's wrong?"
"Huh?" Dutchy didn't want to tell Specs what he was thinking because he was still clearly half asleep.
"Sumten's wrong." Specs said turning on the thin bed to face Dutchy.
"I love you." Dutchy said, explaining all that was good and bad in the world.
"I love ya too." Specs said laying back so Dutchy was slightly on top of him. Dutchy lightly traces Spec's features, he leaned down and kissed the boy softly.
Dutchy realized he didn't care if the whole world thought he was wrong. He really didn't as long as Specs was there and as long as he could love he would.
Disclaimer: I own NADA!
Author's Notes: I'm in NEW YORK! Yeehaw! Yes I am also sick so instead of going to Brooklyn I stayed with a friend and got to see Billy Elliot which inspired me to write this. Heee!
Cards On:
Pizza- Ohh yummy, I like New York because every other store is a pizza place. (Well at least on Bleeker)
"Specs." He whispered under his breath. Specs didn't so much as stir to the blonde boy's happy ness. Two pairs of glasses were in on a small table and two outfits placed in two separate piles. The two boys lay on the small bed. The blonde, Dutchy, had his arm around Specs' thin waist.
Both boys had only a sheet on that covered their lower half. Their bodies were thin and both had a few bruises on their pale skin. They were both a little malnourished because when they could get regular meals the food wasn't good. Dutchy's ribs pressed against his skin lightly.
Dutchy put his head in the pocket between Spec's shoulder and neck. The brown haired boy didn't stir. Dutchy wondered why they needed to lie to be together. There wasn't anything wrong with any of the other boys going out with a different girl every other day, but the idea of two boys who were more deeply in love then the other boys would ever think.
As Specs moved a little closer to him to try and gather some warmth from Dutchy. Dutchy put both his arms around Specs trying desperately to warm him. He never heard any of the guys talking about small moves like that. Infact he had heard the guys talk about how they wouldn't help when a fling wanted something. He hardly saw the couples touch or just be together.
Love wasn't supposed to be socially acceptable. Love was supposed to be about catching your partner when they fell, its' about knowing you can be caught. Love was about sweet kisses stolen in alleyways. It was about worrying about the person when you hadn't seen them for awhile. It's not about what every one thinks, not about acceptance. Its about love.
What was so wrong with it? What was so wrong with love? What was so important about loving a woman if you couldn't? Why couldn't the two come out? What was so wrong with loving a man?
Dutchy unconsciously tightened his grip on Specs so much that the boy woke up.
"What's wrong?"
"Huh?" Dutchy didn't want to tell Specs what he was thinking because he was still clearly half asleep.
"Sumten's wrong." Specs said turning on the thin bed to face Dutchy.
"I love you." Dutchy said, explaining all that was good and bad in the world.
"I love ya too." Specs said laying back so Dutchy was slightly on top of him. Dutchy lightly traces Spec's features, he leaned down and kissed the boy softly.
Dutchy realized he didn't care if the whole world thought he was wrong. He really didn't as long as Specs was there and as long as he could love he would.
Disclaimer: I own NADA!
Author's Notes: I'm in NEW YORK! Yeehaw! Yes I am also sick so instead of going to Brooklyn I stayed with a friend and got to see Billy Elliot which inspired me to write this. Heee!
Cards On:
Pizza- Ohh yummy, I like New York because every other store is a pizza place. (Well at least on Bleeker)