Please see chapter one for all warnings etc…
Make My Heart Start Beating
33
"Okay," I agree and slide my hands up his back, then I wrap my legs around one of his so he can't move away from me.
"Good, since I'm the one who wanted to communicate I'll go first," he shifts slightly, "You're my first boyfriend and I happily admit I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, I've always been too busy being wrapped up in myself and my wants to give a thought about what anyone else wanted or needed, so if I mess up I need you to tell me and we can work on fixing it together, okay?"
"Okay," that I'm happy to agree to that, "But I'm not sure I'm much better at being in a relationship than you are, you're only my second boyfriend, I couldn't have been that good if the first one didn't fight to stay with me. So you have to tell me if I mess up."
"Deal," he kisses me softly. "Now the big bit, friend me on Facebook and change your damn status from single to in a relationship with me. Unless you don't want people to know about us," and he's tensed up.
"Give me my phone and I'll do it now," he lets me up as we both log on and then both our statuses get updated.
We swop a few other accounts and follow each other, he says we can stay in touch more easily this way and that he can stalk me if I go crazy and vanish off the face of the earth again.
Awkwardly we sit there and stare at each other until I giggle, it's all so silly and the amount of effort I went into to avoid him and all he wanted was to simply update my status. It sets him off and we cuddle as we laugh.
"Damn this relationship stuff is harder than it looks," he muses and pulls me closer, "And scarier than it should be."
"I know," I snuggle closer, "It's like there's so much riding on one word, or a gesture, so much to go wrong over one stupid little thing."
"Hmm," his hands tighten on me, "So today is Dave and Kyle's big day then," he changes the subject.
"Yes, everything's ready, they think it's just a big barbeque, the last big one in case no one comes back to Lima next summer," I smirk happy to have schemed this under David's radar. "I can't wait to see their faces when they realise it's really an engagement party." Frowning I mention, "Though I do wish I could have talked David's dad into ditching his wife for a few hours so he could come and wish his son some future happiness. Why do some families have to be like that Bas? Why can't they be more like my dad and Carole?"
Stiffening in my arms he shrugs, "Wish I knew, and I wish parents came with a receipt so you could send them back and get a refund," his voice has turned dark.
"Sorry," I kiss him, "I didn't mean to upset you."
"You didn't," he kisses me back lingering a little, "I'm just going to be glad when father marries that gold digging tramp and then he'll leave me alone for a while, I can do without his ranting lectures on my familial duties to him and how great it is to be a lawyer."
Running fingers through his hair I comfort him, "I'm sorry your dad tries to tell you what to do with your life, thank god I got my dad as a dad, he doesn't believe me when I threaten to send his name in as dad of the year. And just so you know, you should carry on writing and one day you are going to let me read some of it too. I'm sure you're going to do well and one day your writing is going to win awards and be in best-selling lists."
If anything he blushes and that is so unSebastian like that I stop talking and gape at him, he wiggles and looks embarrassed at me. Holding up a finger he gets out of bed to grab his work tablet from a bag on the floor and turning it on cuddles back up to me.
Tapping on the screen he holds it out to me, "Here, read this."
Taking it from him I can see he's opened a document and it's part of a chapter, reading it I'm impressed with the neat yet descriptive writing style and it takes me a few minutes of speed reading to realise I'm reading a romance, a hetero romance.
Blinking I check the title and headings, it's currently untitled but the author is a Jade Allson.
"I write under another name," he admits and then it clicks and my mouth drops open in surprise, because Sebastian Smythe writes romance, "This is my third book, I wrote the first two in college. The first one was a writing challenge and I loved it, I really did, and my teachers encouraged me to send it off, they even helped me find the right publishers and then instead of a rejection slip they said they wanted it and…"
"Oh," I don't know what to say, "Oh."
"Is 'oh' good?" He asks.
"Oh is very good, I'm just stunned, I had no idea what you wrote but I never would have thought you'd pick romance," I'm babbling, "That came out wrong, I didn't mean it how it sounded…"
It just makes him laugh silently, "No I totally get it, you should have seen my teacher's face when I handed in the short story I did, that eventually became the first book, she stared at me and asked why I hid that much of myself away, and thus began the write a novel challenge."
"Oh," I seem to be stuck just saying that and my eyes are drawn back down to the tablet and I read a tiny bit more and, "What happens next?"
"Hmm? Oh I haven't finished writing it, everything's arced out, I have all the backgrounds and things, I just have to finish researching some more notes on getting barnacles off the bottom of a small boat."
"Barnacles?" There are barnacles in the book?
"Yeah, they're going to bond over the barnacle scraping, so I need to know how to do that in order to put it in the book," he points at the tablet, "That bit is just after they meet and they're attracted but manage to screw everything up and end up disliking each other through misunderstandings and false assumptions."
"Oh," I shift in the bed, "So how much longer is it going to take you to write it?" I'm not that impatient but I'd like to know, "And I'm always here to read things for you if you need feedback or anything," I'm happy to offer.
A pair of green eyes fasten onto mine, "Kurt, mon bel homme, are you really saying you want to read more of my work or are you just trying to get me naked and in your bed?"
"Technically you're already in my bed," I point out, "And I can't help it if you appear to be a talented writer can I?" I hand the tablet back, "And if I happen to be able to read what you write before anyone else, well I have to have some privileges as your boyfriend."
Chuckling he turns the tablet off and we go back to snuggling, "Oh so being my boyfriend comes with reading privileges does it? In that case I'll send you over the manuscripts for the first two books and the three short erotica stories I did…"
"You wrote erotica?" Now that sounds much more like the Sebastian I used to know.
"Hmm, yep, two of the them are hetero," I wrinkle my nose, "But one of them is two guys, I'll send you that one over," he teases me.
Settling back down to sleep I'm nice and warm and loved and yes I over reacted but things are good between us again and I've finally found out what Sebastian writes.
"Kurt?" His voice is soft.
"Hmm?" I'm so close to falling asleep.
"Did you really like my writing?"
"Yes Bas, I really liked your writing," I kiss his shoulder as it's the closest thing to my mouth.
"Good, night mon amour," I think he murmurs.
"Night cor meum," I think I say in reply.
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.
Yes, I know, Bas as a romance writer? But can't you just hear that voice of his breathing in your ear as he reads over the top romantic stuff that leads to smutty things?…