"God dammit, Tyki! Get yourself together and quit gawking at this beautiful, perfect…..ARGH!" He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Tyki knew he couldn't leave this boy out here in the soon to be rain, so, with a sigh, he hunched over the small boy to pick him up. He weighed almost nothing, like a feather that was lost on the howling wind. Hearing something, he instinctively pulled the boy closer to his chest, but, after a moment of silence, he realized what he had done and a blush crawled up his neck and into his cheeks. Flustered, he stumbled to his door and pushed it closed behind him.
Once he was inside, Tyki rushed to set the boy down on his rough couch, feeling he was overwhelmed by simply holding him. He could barely push the blush down his throat, and when it was finally gone, he still felt the rush of endorphin that filled his head. He was so tired, and those drinks were really knocking on his head now. Moaning, he tripped to his bed and flopped down, not bothering to take his clothes off. He fell asleep to the warm, white glow of the boy's hair.
Tyki woke up to soft, sock muffled footsteps. He opened his eyes a crack, and then shut them quickly. The Boy was up, and he seemed curious. Tyki watched through slit eyelids, observing as The Boy walked around his apartment quietly, but with purpose. He looked into cupboards, crawled on his hands and knees to look under the table, and even once went into the room where Tyki lay, which is when Tyki closed his eyes, so he didn't see what happened. As soon as there was no sound at all. Tyki sat up slowly. He stretched and felt the regular headache that came after a night of late drinking. He got up and took off his t-shirt. Tyki had always kept in shape, so his muscles showed, even through a loose shirt. He liked lifting weights, and it had definitely paid off. He had went from a skimpy, nerdy kid with big glasses to a broad shouldered, confident young man. He opened his closet and shrieked like a little girl. Sitting on the floor with wide eyes staring up at him, was The Boy. Jumping backwards, he slipped on his discarded shirt, and trying to catch his balance, grabbed hold of The Boy's shirt, only to end up in a twisted pile on the bedroom floor. Now Tyki's head hurt even more. Groaning, he looked down to find The Boy trapped beneath Tyki's leg and awkwardly twisted until his head with on Tyki's chest. He looked like he was going to cry.
"Ohmygoshareyouokaypleasetellmeyou'reokayIdidn'tmeantoreallypleaseareyou-" The Boy was babbling until Tyki covered his mouth with his hand.
"I'm fine. Really. Are you?" Tyki looked down at the boy's tiny frame. He could have easily been crushed! Tyki carefully got onto his knees so that The Boy could be freed. They both slowly got up, and as Tyki looked at The Boy's face, he found that The Boy was blushing furiously! Just then, Tyki remembered that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He rolled his eyes, trying to conceal the furious blush that was rushing up his neck. What was he going to do with The Boy?