Kid Blink
"Man! The one time a goil is actually NOT interested in you, she's got a boyfriend!" I complained, shoving open the door. He laughed, and I flopped on the bed, sulkily.
"Kid, you are SO pathetic!" Mush said, shaking his head.
"What?" I demanded, indignantly.
"Nuthin'," he said, mildly, pulling his sweatshirt off. His shirt rode up with it, and I caught a glimps of his six-pack. That was good.
Okay, so I'm not exactly completely straight. Let's just say that if I were to be gay, Mush would be my first pick as a boyfriend. I resisted the urge to roll my tongue across my lips, and then pulled off my jeans and changed into shorts. Mush did the same, and we crawled into the semi-lumpy, semi-comfy (no pun intended) double bed, and went to sleep.
I knew I was awake, but I didn't open my eyes. I stared at the insides of my eyelids, and just lay there. It took a moment for me to realize that something was different. My left side was warm, something was wrapped around me, and something was resting on my chest as well.
I opened my eyes and looked down and felt my stomach do a flip. Mush was snuggled up against me, his arms around my waist, and his head resting on my chest, a contented smile on his face, and my arm was around him. We both must move a lot in our sleep. I couldn't help but smile. Mush was such a teddy-bear boy.
"Mush...Mushee..." I breathed, prodding him, slightly. He sighed, and snuggled closer, his arms wrapping even tighter around me.
"Mush, wake up!" I persisted.
"Don'...wanna...wake...up...Mmmm...do dat again...Blinky-boy..." Mush muttered, his eyelashes fluttering, informing me that he was dreaming.
"Mush, what are you talking about?" I was thoroughly confused.
"Ya know...with the whipped cream..." Mush replied, sleepily. My stomach dropped, and I gaped at him. He was dreaming about me!
"Mush! You are such a pervert!" I teased, poking him even harder. He opened his eyes and glanced, groggily, up at me. He looked around for a moment, at our predicament, and his eyes flew open. He jumped up with a gasp.
"Wh-what?" I smirked at him.
"You talk in your sleep." Mush blushed. "You move in your sleep, too. Ya know, I don't appreciate being your substitute teddy-bear!" I scolded, jokingly. This made him blush even more. I grinned.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"So, tell me. What did I do with the whipped cream?" His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped, and his cheeks burned.
"I-I-I jist-I didn't-Wha-What did you hear?" he finally demanded. I smirked.
"Mmmm...do dat again, Blinky-boy! Ya know, with the whipped crem!" I said, groggily, mimicking Mush's voice. He was speechless, agape, staring at me. I snickered.
"I...there was a cake...and you...uh...did a really cool design...yeah! With whipped cream...but then you ate it...and I wanted you to do it again..." he said, saying the first thing that came to mind. I laughed,
"So, how long has it been?" He stared at me, now confused.
"What?"
"How long have you liked me?" I persisted.
"I-I don't...I told you, it was a cake—"I pressed two fingers against his lips, silencing him.
"Shush. Youse gonna make a fool of yourself," I interrupted. Smiling, I crawled out of bed and pulled on some jeans. "C'mon. Let's blow this pop joint. If we leave now, we can make it tah Spot's by dinner time," I said, licking my lips at the thought of Spot's cooking. "Mmmm...who knows? Maybe he'll have some whipped cream," I teased, waggling my eyebrows. Mush blushed and threw a pillow at me. Laughing, I grabbed the pillow and whacked him with it. Thus began an hour long pillow fight, ending with us both on the floor, tangled up in sheets, and in a very awkward position.
"Er...Blink...I can't move," Mush said, once again, blushing. (He just blushes a lot, doesn't he?)
"I know. I have that effect on a lot of people," I cracked, putting on a hoity-toity attitude. I was on top of Mush, and our faces were inches apart.
"No, I mean, I can't move without you moving foirst."
"Oh. Right." I placed my hands on the floor and pushed up, but I couldn't move, because the sheets were wrapped too tightly. I collapsed back against him, and our faces were even closer than before. He stared up at me, and I stared back at him, and then I leaned down and kissed him, lightly.
"Man! The one time a goil is actually NOT interested in you, she's got a boyfriend!" I complained, shoving open the door. He laughed, and I flopped on the bed, sulkily.
"Kid, you are SO pathetic!" Mush said, shaking his head.
"What?" I demanded, indignantly.
"Nuthin'," he said, mildly, pulling his sweatshirt off. His shirt rode up with it, and I caught a glimps of his six-pack. That was good.
Okay, so I'm not exactly completely straight. Let's just say that if I were to be gay, Mush would be my first pick as a boyfriend. I resisted the urge to roll my tongue across my lips, and then pulled off my jeans and changed into shorts. Mush did the same, and we crawled into the semi-lumpy, semi-comfy (no pun intended) double bed, and went to sleep.
I knew I was awake, but I didn't open my eyes. I stared at the insides of my eyelids, and just lay there. It took a moment for me to realize that something was different. My left side was warm, something was wrapped around me, and something was resting on my chest as well.
I opened my eyes and looked down and felt my stomach do a flip. Mush was snuggled up against me, his arms around my waist, and his head resting on my chest, a contented smile on his face, and my arm was around him. We both must move a lot in our sleep. I couldn't help but smile. Mush was such a teddy-bear boy.
"Mush...Mushee..." I breathed, prodding him, slightly. He sighed, and snuggled closer, his arms wrapping even tighter around me.
"Mush, wake up!" I persisted.
"Don'...wanna...wake...up...Mmmm...do dat again...Blinky-boy..." Mush muttered, his eyelashes fluttering, informing me that he was dreaming.
"Mush, what are you talking about?" I was thoroughly confused.
"Ya know...with the whipped cream..." Mush replied, sleepily. My stomach dropped, and I gaped at him. He was dreaming about me!
"Mush! You are such a pervert!" I teased, poking him even harder. He opened his eyes and glanced, groggily, up at me. He looked around for a moment, at our predicament, and his eyes flew open. He jumped up with a gasp.
"Wh-what?" I smirked at him.
"You talk in your sleep." Mush blushed. "You move in your sleep, too. Ya know, I don't appreciate being your substitute teddy-bear!" I scolded, jokingly. This made him blush even more. I grinned.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"So, tell me. What did I do with the whipped cream?" His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped, and his cheeks burned.
"I-I-I jist-I didn't-Wha-What did you hear?" he finally demanded. I smirked.
"Mmmm...do dat again, Blinky-boy! Ya know, with the whipped crem!" I said, groggily, mimicking Mush's voice. He was speechless, agape, staring at me. I snickered.
"I...there was a cake...and you...uh...did a really cool design...yeah! With whipped cream...but then you ate it...and I wanted you to do it again..." he said, saying the first thing that came to mind. I laughed,
"So, how long has it been?" He stared at me, now confused.
"What?"
"How long have you liked me?" I persisted.
"I-I don't...I told you, it was a cake—"I pressed two fingers against his lips, silencing him.
"Shush. Youse gonna make a fool of yourself," I interrupted. Smiling, I crawled out of bed and pulled on some jeans. "C'mon. Let's blow this pop joint. If we leave now, we can make it tah Spot's by dinner time," I said, licking my lips at the thought of Spot's cooking. "Mmmm...who knows? Maybe he'll have some whipped cream," I teased, waggling my eyebrows. Mush blushed and threw a pillow at me. Laughing, I grabbed the pillow and whacked him with it. Thus began an hour long pillow fight, ending with us both on the floor, tangled up in sheets, and in a very awkward position.
"Er...Blink...I can't move," Mush said, once again, blushing. (He just blushes a lot, doesn't he?)
"I know. I have that effect on a lot of people," I cracked, putting on a hoity-toity attitude. I was on top of Mush, and our faces were inches apart.
"No, I mean, I can't move without you moving foirst."
"Oh. Right." I placed my hands on the floor and pushed up, but I couldn't move, because the sheets were wrapped too tightly. I collapsed back against him, and our faces were even closer than before. He stared up at me, and I stared back at him, and then I leaned down and kissed him, lightly.