Putting' my defences up,
'Cause I don't wanna fall in love,
If I ever did that,
I think I'd have a heart attack.
There was a soft glow seeping through the room, snaking through the closed blinds and filtering through the soft red curtains. The morning hue struggled against its obstacles before falling in little patterns into the closed-up room. It slid along the floor and around two tired-eyed boys with crumpled pieces of paper by their sides of their intertwined bodies.
"Morning," Nick said tiredly, stretching his muscled arms outwards, his soft cotton white t-shirt rising up his body as he did. Jeff's azure eyes caught the movement and his milky pale cheeks lighting ablaze. "Sunshine," He grinned, climbing over the top of the lean boy and opening the curtains. "It burns!" he joked, hissing at it with a humorous glint in his chocolate brown eyes.
The blonde-haired boy blinked sleepily, shyly, up at him, the bright light falling on his body. As Nick stared at him his breath caught in his throat, trying not to notice how the light patterned on his skin and lit up his hair like a halo. Those eyes, Jesus, those eyes, the deep blue sparked and shone as its sleepy mirage began to seep away gently.
"Morning," His voice was husky with sleep, deep in a way that it needed to be cleared. His gaze landed on the boy as he groaned lightly and rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a carpet-muffled thud. Jeff looked up through his eyelashes with wide, innocent orbs, blinking shyly. Nick chuckled and held out a hand to haul him up.
The golden haired boy fell against the shorter, feeling his punctual muscles under his shirt; inhaling sharply he looked down at Nick, running his tongue over his lips. The two stared at each other, frozen on the spot as if ice had suspended them both where they stood. Their breath tumbled from their lips like a waterfall and crashed against each other's; it was a strange sensation that had Nick's pants feeling all too tight at the thought of breathing in air from Jeff's lungs. They jumped back from surprise, Nick's cheeks surprisingly flushed pink whilst Jeff let his fringe fall over his face.
"R-right then…so…what to do today?"
"Beach? We can start the bucket lists tomorrow?"
"I…urm…sure,"
They both head downstairs, ignoring the knowing looks exchanged through the Sterling family. "So…Jeff…how was your sleep last night?" the youngest female in the family fluttered her eyelashes innocently as her brother coughed on the orange juice he had been happily gulping down.
"I…great,"
"Thought so," His brother laughed. "Get in there bro, I approve!"
"We…w-we did not s-sleep together!" The blonde-headed boy buried his face in his arms whilst Nick chuckled at him. The brunet noted the obvious frequent flush that seemed to rise up his collar and over his softly-freckled cheeks and over his small button nose. 'He's adorable' he caught himself thinking, throwing a dark blush over his own cheeks.
The scruffy-haired boy ate the breakfast he was given with a happy grin, not used to such luxuries, "Thanks so much Mrs Sterling!" He grinned at the lady.
"No problem dear,"
"Before you two go, I need to speak to Nicholas," Mr Sterling interrupted sternly. Nick was wearing his swim shorts from the day before, though they never went swimming. Jeff was dressed in a similar state, not bothering to change if his clothes were still relevantly clean.
"Yes sir?" The brunette asked shakily, staring at the tall well-built man. Unlike Jeff, he was well muscled with dark ebony strands of hair, his eyes a clashing of blue and greens moulding together. He loomed intimidatingly over the shorter boy, much like Jeff would, only Jeff didn't scare him, he endeared him.
"What exactly are your intentions with my son?" he asked, his voice was rough, but there was a soft glint, as if he knew Nick meant to harm really. "Look, I wasn't altogether comfortable with him being…gay, but I wasn't surprised, not at all, but he's still my son, and I will still protect him, no matter what, I just…"
"Care?" Nick finished softly. "I understand, I get you, I don't know really, my mind is so muddled when it comes to him, but friendship is all I want from him at the moment, unless he wants more than that, that's all we're really going to be," 'I just think I maybe have a crush on him, and I really don't want it,' He thought sourly to himself.
"I see, and no advances unless you're asking his permission first?"
"Absolutely not sir,"
"Good, you seem like a good lad Nick,"
"And I know you're a good father sir, I wish I had a father like you," He held out his hand, in which Mr Sterling shook. "I promise I'll look after him, as a friend or a boyfriend, I don't care, I'll always be there for him, even after this holiday has ended," The older man smiled softly at the boy, reminded of him when he was a boy.
"Better get out there too him now," He clapped him on the back, satisfied with the conversation.
Jeff was being bombarded by questions from his siblings, whilst his mother watched humorously at the blushing boy, who was trying to fold in on himself to get rid of the two. Upon seeing the shorter boy walk in the room, his face froze and lit up as if a switch had been flicked over his features. "N-Nick," he grinned, pushing himself away from the wall he was back against, "Let's go,"
Mrs Sterling looked at her husband questioningly. "What did you do too him?"
"Nothing, nothing at all,"
The blonde-headed boy splashed his way through the icy waves, tearing at them blindly. Nick swam with little effort and with so much gracefulness; it was as if he belonged there. As he cut through the water cleanly, he reached out to secure the boy in his grasp. "Calm down Jeff," he chuckled, pulling him to shallow grounds. Jeff merely blinked, staring down at Nick, before sitting in the sand and letting the cool water wash up his legs and stomach. He smiled softly at Nick, who splashed water in his direction.
"C-Cant wait to st-start our bucket l-lists,"
"Neither can I," Their moment was interrupted by two hyper-looking boys who splashed between them, one falling and dragging the other with them. They exchanged a small and chaste kiss before the smaller one rolled off the other.
"Oh shit sorry!" The shorter boy cursed, noticing the two for the first time. This boy had smooth, tanned skin that shone in the piercing glare of the sun. His hair was damp, black with water and in straggly, unruly curls. "I'm Blaine," he offered his hand, the prominent muscles in his arms un-tensing as he reached his hand towards Nick. Blaine blinked his wide almond shaped eyes as Nick shook his hand.
"Nick,"
"I'm Kurt," The other boy interrupted, shaking himself off. His voice was high and smooth, his body moving in a graceful, almost girlish way. Kurt smiled, standing behind the shorter boy. He was tall and slim and pale, made up of long limbs and lean muscle. He cheeks were flushed high on sharp cheekbones.
"J-Jeff," The blonde shied behind Nick quickly, staring at the newcomers with wide eyes.
"He's shy," Nick explained.
"I thought he was Jeff?"
The four, it seemed, got on famously, Kurt chattered animatedly to Jeff who nodded every now and then to show he was attempting to listen. He would throw in odd comments of agreement, too shaky to do anything else around the newcomers. He had settled so well with Nick he hadn't paused to ask himself why he'd never been this unsettled around the brunet.
"Blaine likes football, I think the only sports I'm good at are shopping and dancing, is cheerleading a sport? I used to be good at that," Jeff could imagine Kurt's tall, slim figure wrapped in a cheerleading outfit, he had the body for it.
"I like d-dancing," Jeff managed out, so quiet that the porcelain-skinned boy had to strain his ears, but he grinned when he heard it. This comment was also heard by Nick, who was on Jeff's other side, a wide smirk spread across his face.
"He's an amazing dancer," He grinned, remembering the roll of Jeff's hips against his and the fluid way his body had moved on the dance floor. "Absolutely fabulous," Blaine and Kurt noticed the confused look in Jeff's eyes into it faded into horrible realisation and his face lit up like the stop of a traffic light.
"Sh-shut up," Jeff muttered, burying his head in his hands.
"We're starting our bucket lists tomorrow, care to join us?"
Nick's lips were hot against Jeff's in a flurry of passion, fingering through the long blonde locks as if they were his rope on the edge of a cliff. The taller boy mewled timidly into his mouth, his body vibrating with energy as Nick rolled his hips against him. "N-Nick," He stammered.
"F-Fuck Jeff, you're so hot," He moved his hands under Jeff's shirt, discarding it onto the floor as the two moved in a tandem, falling onto Nick's bed. "J-Jeffy," The brunette mumbled as he felt the zip on his jeans being undone. "Oh…Jeff…."
Nick darted awake, breathing heavily, resting his head in his hands. "Seven days…" He muttered too himself. "I'll be falling in love with him before you know it," he wiped the sweat off his forehead, leaning back against the pillows, glad Jeff was at home and not with him. "What is he doing too me?"
'I've gotta get back to being me,'
