"I never so adored you

I'm twisting allegories now

I want to complicate you

Don't let me do this to myself

I'm chasing roller coasters

Ive got to have you closer now

Endless romantic stories

You never could control me"

It was becoming a pattern too see the golden streams of light fall upon entangled bodies now, whether it four or two, they seemed to be enlightened by the bright halo of the sun, suspended from its shaft in the sky. This time, it was indeed four boys, two tall and two small, the tall ones with bliss smiles and the smaller ones with more troubled looks in their shallow passed-out state.

It took only for Nick too open his hazelnut eyes before he smiled again, he wouldn't say it out loud of course, but is eyes met one of the most beautiful things on earth from the moment he opened them. A tall, lean, slender mirage with sun-kissed hair and closed eyes framed with long charcoal lashes; of course he wouldn't say it out loud, he would never forgive himself for that, he wasn't sure the blonde beauty would either.

On the other side, the other small boy sat up quickly, his hand moving on auto-pilot to clasp the delicate ivory hand that lay in his palm all night, with a gentle squeeze, his body relaxed. Messy spaghetti curls framed the closed caramel eyed boys' face, wild and unkempt from the turbulence of the night and the fight in his dreams.

Nick noticed, as he looked at the relaxing boy, how easy it was for Blaine to just brush hands with Kurt and he was ok. It was sometimes almost startling too see the way the smaller boy's deep bronze skin would clash with his porcelain skinned boyfriend's and they would stand out against each other, but blend so perfectly together at the same time.

It confused the loveless boy, for he had never had a love that was real, nothing beyond sticky sheets and begging seduction. The only love he had witnessed was with dark charcoal orbs and sweaty copper skin with the taste of coffee kisses that burnt his tongue. There was no love, only lust, but if there was only lust, he wasn't looking for love.

But then…there was that feather haired angel entangled with his body right now, his sleeping innocence no different from his waking one, the symbol of gentleness and purity. It scared him; no it terrified him, as he noticed the racing of his own heart and the whirring of his own mind as he gazed down at Jeff. With a nudge, He watched as silvery blue eyes unravelled to reveal themselves to the world with a tired blink.

"Good Morning," Jeff whispered, sitting up slowly, an inch of space between them which they were both very tempted to close. Next to them, Blaine and Kurt had their noses pressed together, their legs somehow entwined and their hands joined together; like a ship that had got lost in the waves and had finally come back home.

Nick slid out of the bed and cracked his back, "What are we doing today?" He asked, with unusual gentleness, his hazel caramel eyes shining lightly as the blonde let his long legs fall out of the edge of the bed. "Apart from each other," He winked, but the cocoa haired boy found it didn't have its usual sauciness or spunk…it still had the desired affect however, as Jeff coloured the colour of crimson skies.

"Sh-shut up," And there it was again, the shy little boy he endeared so much, and still wanted to roughly push against the wall and mark in every way possible; physically and mentally. "I-It's up t-to you," He whispered gently, stepping forward and walking past him with surprising gracefulness.

"I wanna dye my hair," The brunet announced loudly, waking up the two boys intertwined on the bed with a startled shout. Nick watched with amusement as they tumbled to the floor with a tangle of arms and legs; the blonde next to him jumped at the sudden noise, something that the shorter boy didn't miss.

There was five seconds of silence (Jeff counted) before Kurt's muffled voice could be heard from its small net of person "I would love to dye my hair," Slowly he sat up, sliding between his boyfriend's legs and leaning against his chest as they fit together like the pieces of a puzzle. Then their fingers slid together, one on top of the other and all the sun-dyed boy could think was how a ring was so clearly missing on their fingers.

The boy with unruly chocolate curls kissed his boyfriend's cheek; a tingle of love radiating through the gentle brush of lips on the side of Kurt's pale porcelain skin. A small blush crept up the brunet's cheeks as he smiled and melted into the little touches where his skin met Blaine's. "You don't need to dye your hair, you're too beautiful…" He sighed. "My little angel,"

Nick pretended to throw up the contents of his stomach as he buried his face in the blonde's shoulder, "Please…make them stop…" He growled playfully, making Jeff's stomach twist slightly as his breath ran out, that tone of Nick's voice…it just sent a hurricane of butterflies through his body. "…They're making me sick," Jeff nudged him off of his shoulder and yawned nonchantly.

"Th-they're fine,"

"No they're not," Kurt shook his head and stood up from his small home on the dusty old carpet, bringing his petite boyfriend with him and stalking away from the duo and into the shower. "Blaine, you're free to join me," The golden skinned boy jumped excitedly and raced after him.

"If I ever say no to that offer, then you need to book me a place in a mental institute," He called as he tossed his shirt back, to be caught by Jeff's browning hair, much to the boy's chagrin.

"I-I need to re-dye my hair too…" He mumbled, playing self-consciously with the strands that were turning the same colour as his friend's dark locks. "Th-they're g-going back…"

"I like it," It was a comment that took them both off-guard and took them into a silence where Nick was gazing adoringly at the piercing sapphire orbs in front of him and Jeff was smiling a silent smile. They edged a little closer, that inch that had been between them since they woke now being broken as their breath became bated and their pupils dilated. Slowly, Nick raised a hand, for a second the baby faced blonde flinched, but then the dark haired boy carded his hand through the bright soft hair in a strangely intimate fashion.

Their noses were touching, all the lightly browned boys had to do was tilt their heads and their lips would connect. Nick's hand still played gently with the conditioned strands on top of the tall boy's hair, pulling slightly and found, much too his arousal, that it elicited a moan from the parted pale lips. "You like your hair pulled? You like it rough?" He whispered slightly, his eyebrows rose. Then Jeff pulled away as Nick let the strands fall over his fingertips and out of his grasp.

To interrupt the moment, Kurt and Blaine stumbled out the shower, sensing the tire-thick tension in the air; the delicate boy arched a preened eyebrow at the two, his dusty rose lips parting in worry. "They'll figure it out over the day, they always do, they know this holiday is too short deep down," Came the reassuring voice of reason he always listened too; all in Blaine's voice.

Dressed in white shorts and a cute pink vest top, the glassy eyed boy coiffed his hair perfectly as his boyfriend tied his jacket around his waist; only in black board shorts and showing his dark, toned chest off for the world. Next too Kurt, Jeff had a pink cap and a tight blue shirt with three-quarter length green shorts, his flip-flops all too familiar on his feet. His lips parted as he stared at Nick, who was also shirtless with navy blue board shorts and a green jacket threaded through the belt hooks in case of sudden cold.

The four walked out in a similar fashion too their personalities, the boy with the deep, sinful eyes the colour of burnt mercury and fiery wood before it was set alight, stared at the shy, reserved entity that would flush vermillion every time he made eye contact. And the smaller, cheerful boy with unruly curls the colour of onyx or coal when drenched in water, was with bubbling, smiling golden-brown eyes; these that too the glasz eyed boy he was in love with, were worth more than all the treasure of any lost tomb.

Halfway through, the blond and the brunet felt their fingers brush and almost, temptingly, they nearly intertwined them, with their palms pressed together. But reality could be a bitch and grabbed them by the necks, forcing them to snatch their hands away as if burnt by a lit cigarette.

In seconds they were bouncing around a shop, and suddenly they were reminded why shopping with Kurt was not a good idea.

"Red…or blue?" Nick looked from the two boxes, up at Kurt who seemed to be the best person to ask.

"I think red, it's very common now a days so you won't look like a complete tit," He chuckled, Jeff shook his head. Looking at the box balancing in his own hand, he closed his hand around it; he had made his choice long before Nick.

"What you got there Jeffy?" but the mysterious boy only shook his mane of hair and hid the box, walking towards the checkout like a fire had started behind him. The two sat down with their bags for an hour at most before an exhausted Blaine with nothing on his mind but sleep, and an excited Kurt, with more bags than the four of them could carry, joined them. At this point, the platinum headed boy had his head resting on Nick's shoulder, who was torn between delight and disgust as he slowly woke him up.

They bought ice cream, strawberry for Jeff, triple chocolate for Blaine, classic for Kurt and caramel for Nick. But the brunet was distracted by the careful sucking of the flaxen haired boy's lips and the gentle curl of his tongue as it swept up the small mountain on top of his cone.

Eventually, they all ended up back at the happy couple's room, with the dark haired, dark eyed boy staring in confusion at the Portuguese written down the side of the small box. "I don't get it…" He muttered to the taller, curvier golden haired boy next to him. "Jeff…" he whined like a small child, showing that ever so rare innocence that was simply a ploy to get what he wanted most. "Help me!"

With a sigh, Jeff stood and looked to Kurt "We need o-old t-shirts," He stammered with only a small serving of confidence as he pulled off his shirt, pointedly ignoring the all too familiar gaze over his body, pulling on the ratty old t-shirt. Averting his eyes with very little skill as Nick mimicked his actions. He followed this by tying a towel securely around the soon to be red-heads shoulders, ignoring the temptation to strangle him with it.

Putting Vaseline around Nick's ears and neckline, it occurred to him that he hadn't asked Nick "Did you use conditioner this morning?" with more stuttering and blushing, too which his reply was an amused snort and "Do I ever?" earning a wrinkled nose of disgust from Kurt.

Jeff pulled out some gloved from the box, pouring the mixture (which smelt terrible) and some developer (Which he had never used before, but felt inclined not to mention that) with a two-inch wide brush that had come with the box. He noted, much too his chagrin, that if he messed this up, it was all on his head.

"Do you w-want to do a st-strand t-test?" The golden haired boy asked gingerly, his aqua eyes gazing up at Nick. The boy, not too any surprise of Jeff, shook his head and grinned.

"If I look like an idiot, even better," And the blonde was too shy to point out he was already one, Blaine, however, had no such problem.

Jeff separated Nick's hair into four sections, clipping it apart with grips, which were the best he could do for short hair. Slowly, timidly, he started too paste the dye onto the brunet's hair, almost with a wince as he watched it disappear under the hair paint. Starting at the roots and working his way through until he stepped back and stared at Nick's hair as if he had just made the worst mistake of his life.

They set the timer for the time the box said (Which took Kurt ten minutes to find until he realised there were English set of instructions and threatened to hit Nick when his hair dye washed out)

They repeated this pattern for Kurt until Jeff hid in the bathroom and told them his colour was a surprise.

And it was a surprise.

In fact, it was such a surprise that Nick had to hold back a moan as Jeff came back out, with bleached black hair falling into his eyes, shirtless and clean, with only Kurt's tight black skinny jeans hugging his long muscled legs. With his mouth open, the now fiery haired boy stared back into somehow darker cobalt eyes than he had noticed before, trying too will his blood away from rushing south.

His hair was now fire truck red, and would only last a few weeks, much too his chagrin, because as it was fluffed up and messy with his lip ring in and his tattoo off for show, he could imagine him being almost a punk rocker. Upon announcing this out loud, he could hear the charcoal haired boy giggle and found it hard to believe he willingly dyed his hair such a mournful black.

But, none of the four complained when Kurt came back with bubble-gum pink hair, a smile playing at his lips as Blaine stared in wonder at the aluminous beacon coiffed perfectly on top of his head. "You look…cute…" He chuckled finally, bringing his boyfriend into a kiss whilst Jeff and Nick simply grinned at each other dopily.

((A/N: So…hi…long time no see hey? I went to Portugal, yes the Portugal where this entire book is set and I believe I have inspiration, so, hold up guys, it's going to be a bumpy ride, see you next episode…of Summer Love))