Just Right
Written By Munk19
Alvin looked at his watch impatiently by Simon's locker at the end of the school day. Most of the students in the building have already left and Alvin wanted to be one of them. It was not normal for him to be stuck here after school hours - except for when he gets detention.
His focus was pulled away by the sound of chattering going on at the other end of the hallway. Curiously, he looked over and noticed it was Simon talking to one of the male students in their math class. Alvin rolled his eyes and started to walk their direction until he heard something that made Alvin green. Simon was laughing. Alvin grew furious and clenched his fists. How dare he make his boyfriend laugh while he was here waiting by the locker. Simon laughed once more and Alvin's cheeks was now red. What was he laughing about? Were they talking about him? Are they flirting? His brain started to overthink about all of those possibilities being true.
Simon then waved goodbye to Jeremy as he walked away. Alvin took deep breaths to keep his cool before Simon could ask him if he was alright. His boyfriend knew how to read him very well and Alvin was in no mood for a lecture.
"Hey Alvin," Simon kissed his cheek and went straight towards his locker. "Sorry I took too long. Jeremy wanted to talk to me about something."
Alvin nodded, "It's fine." He leaned against the lockers and watched while Simon organized his books. "What, uh, were you two talking about?"
"Math class." Simon answered while stuffing books in his bag.
Alvin raised an eyebrow. "And talking about math class makes you laugh?"
Simon looked at him curiously. "Were you spying on us?"
Alvin rolled his eyes and scoffed, "It is not much spying if I can see and hear you flirting with him!" Well there goes my cool.
"Flirting? Alvin, don't be ridiculous! I was just talking to him about the class." Simon closed his locker. "As for the laughing; he told me a math joke. I thought it was really funny."
Alvin folded his arms and pouted. "Whatever. . . "
Instead of yelling at his brother for the attitude, he thought it would be best to comfort him. "Alvin, are you jealous?" He asked while putting a hand on Alvin's shoulder. There was silence but the look in Alvin's eyes answered the question. "You don't need to be. I would never betray you like that."
Alvin sighed. "But I am not your dream guy."
Simon laughed, "No, you aren't." Alvin glared at him, but Simon quickly continued. "Because that guy doesn't truly exist. And even if he did, I wouldn't be his boyfriend."
"Really? Why not?" Alvin questioned.
Simon smiled. "Because he would be too perfect. So perfect that I'd find myself being bored. I like a guy the same way Goldilocks likes her porridge and bed. Not too perfect, not less than perfect, but just right. You are that right guy, Alvin. And I love you just the way you are."
Alvin felt himself blush with embarrassment and smiled. "Thanks, Simon. I needed to hear that. I'm sorry."
Simon hugged Alvin. "Don't worry about it. Just don't overthink too much about this stuff. Our relationship is outstanding," he smirked, "Unlike your math grades."
Alvin glared and playfully pushed him. Simon laughed and held his hand as they walked towards the entrance. Alvin looked at him and smiled. He is just right for me.
Stay With Me
Written By Austin Seville
It was one o'clock in the afternoon; usually Simon would be in class right now. Instead, he sat in his and Alvin's apartment, watching his favorite TV show on Netflix. His reason for not attending was simple, but there were many who would never understand. For the first time in God knows how long, his usually rambunctious brother had gotten sick; the flu, to be precise. His nose was a brighter red than his clothes, and his forehead was unbelievably warm.
Though his studies were of considerable importance, Simon also felt it was his responsibility to take care of Alvin. Clad in just a red, button-up pajama top and his usual diaper, the older of the pair rested comfortably in his boyfriend's lap. Simon held him close, pressing a cool, wet rag to his love's forehead. The pair were wrapped in a warm blanket, and reclined in a comfy armchair.
A groan shattered the room's tranquil atmosphere, and immediately Simon knew his love was awake. Pausing his show, he removed the towel and soaked it in a bowl of cool water sitting on the adjacent table. After a moment or two, he wrung it out and then reapplied it to his brother's no doubt throbbing head. Alvin gave a sigh of relief, and then slightly adjusted his position.
"How are you feeling?" Simon asked, his voice soft and full of concern. Alvin considered it a stupid question, but knew his love was just trying to help.
"A little better," he murmured, "Thanks for staying with me." Simon smiled warmly and pressed a kiss to the young 'munk's cheek.
"Anything for you, my love."
