Happy new year, everyone! I hope your 2018 means something to ya'll
I have news: I got in for BYU! Yaaay, which means I can't be gay for as long as I am studying. Lovely!
The rules says clearly that I can't be caught in any of these acts. Otherwise, if I am not caught and nobody knows... ;)
Twenty-Nine
By the time we get off the ground, Dad and Nana Overland are still chatting over the kitchen island. I can't really make out what they are talking about and to be honest I can't really care less.
The guest room is neatly made on the second floor, but only one bed. Hiccup doesn't even comment on it, after we drag our bags upstairs, he simply dress off from his clothes, standing only on his boxers at the other end of the bed, picking up a large bluish-grey T shirt that I recognize as…
"Hey, that one is mine." I say, but I can't say I'm complaining at him for this.
"Yeah, I know." He says, sitting on the center of the bed, his thighs joined but his knees are spread. "It smells like you."
I grin, giving a slow step towards the bed before pulling off my belt and dropping my pants. I try to hide the bulge in my underwear, but then I remember our last night. No pointing at hiding him anything. I strip myself from my upper clothes too. Now we're both equal, and he bites his lower lip, his own growing becoming visible.
"And you look damn sexy in it." I say, leaning over him.
His arms swing around my neck again, and I spread his legs with my knees, holding him by his waist and placing myself between his legs, our favorite position. He leans in to kiss me, and I let him do it again and again, pecking his neck and smelling his sense.
"You know, we c-cant do it h-here…" He says between a moan. I distance my mouth from his skin. "It's your nana's house." His voice sounds breathless.
"I know… But that won't stop me from holding you." I say, a small smirk pulling my lips upwards.
He rolls his eyes, and I reach for the lamp near the bed to turn off the lights. I turn our position, so he's laying over me, our legs attached and our bodies still glued as he pulls my face closer to kiss me.
Only when we are breathless, I look at him through the small light that pierces through the window.
"You are mine." I say, almost possessively, but in a voice that I save only for Hiccup. I can see he is blushing, but also trying to hide his smile. It's adorable.
"All yours." He whispers back to me, kissing me once. "But hey, you're mine too."
I grin again. "All yours." I tell him, and all I can say afterwards is that it was impossibly hard to sleep through tonight.
When I wake up again, the small clock on the headboard states 7:43 AM. Waking up next to Hiccup is no longer surprising, but not less wonderful. But waking up naked is still a bit surprising. Feeling all of his body is a bliss, his skin just feels perfect on mine. The covers make a smooth curve over his shoulders, and he snores lightly on his sleep, so lowly that I can only hear it clearly by leaning in to him.
I don't want this moment to end and I don't let it. I save all of him inside my mind again and again. All of his freckles, his bottom nose, the feeling of his skinny arms around my neck and even the curve of his hips. I am not loosing any of this.
He opens his eyes, first startled, then his gaze meets mine and he smiles.
"Hey." I whisper.
"Hey." He replies, his morning voice is husky and kind of addictive.
"Did you sleep well?" I ask. He nods, rubbing his nose against my neck, curling himself on me and shutting his eyes.
"What time is it?" His voice rasps against his throat and it gives me shivers.
"Really early, you can sleep some more if you want." He nods again, hugging me a bit closer.
"Sleeping is a waste, actually." He says.
"What do you mean?"
He presses his lips against my neck. "It means I want to enjoy this moment." His eyes are pointing down, peacefully looking at our naked bodies and the shape of our tangled legs beneath the covers.
Through the window we can see that it is still snowing. Somewhere right now on Earth, there are kids starving to death in some poor area of the world. Somewhere right now on Earth, some rich people are feasting and eating their own money, but they are so deep in sadness that they won't stop eating. Somewhere right now on Earth, a straight couple is fighting and divorcing and fighting for the children's custody. Somewhere right now on Earth, a boy is lost and crying to the moon and praying to the gods. Somewhere right now on Earth, men are preaching that their beliefs are truest than someone else's. Somewhere right now on Earth, a girl is cutting her wrists and crying out her soul. Somewhere right now on Earth, a child is dying and no one is seeing or someone is too busy to give a damn shit. Somewhere right now on Earth, people are dooming us and wishing for our deaths for what we are doing right now, on Earth.
Because right here on Earth, two boys are cuddling in bed, loving, trying to escape the only place they can't, Earth.
Hiccup's scent is messing up with my brain.
