I'm back! Hopefully! May has just been an awful month for me. So that is why I waited to update on the first of June. A new month means new goals and luck. Anyways, enjoy and review. I am going to work hard on all my stories. Wish me luck!

Ciel's perspective

How can something so simplistic bring me to bouts of ecstasy? How can a measly "yes" touch my heart the way that it does now? Love is such a powerful and scary thing because how can a high-maintenance person like me become overjoyed with one stupid word? How can I love this man so much?

I cannot stop the over-heating of my face, so I bury it into his pillow and go into full ignoring mode, but as of lately, it seems words are not needed. Because I don't need a confession to know what he is conveying when he embraces me. No, this time, I can understand him completely.

I would love to say that the raging butterflies in my belly (or raging boner) kept me from sleeping, but there is something comforting, soothing, and undeniably safe about his arms that lures me to a restful sleep. In fact, when I wake, it is a reluctance occurrence that I wish I could prevent. Because it means that I will have to leave his side.

Sebastian is having the same trouble. Well, it seems like it. I mean, I can tell the moment he wakens. He starts breathing faster, and all of his muscles tense. I turn in his arms and look at him. His forehead crinkles, and I can't stop the next thing I do. I reach up and kiss him on the forehead, and his eyes snap open. Abruptly, everything about him relaxes. He smiles and squeezes me to him. I blush furiously.

"You know, if you keep sexual assaulting me when I am sleeping, I am going to have to press charges," he teases. I pout, and he laughs. "I guess I can make an exception for you. After all, I wouldn't want my boyfriend to be thrown in jail."

"Stop it! It is way too early for you to be such an ass," I complain. He smirks.

"It is never too early." I scoff. "Though I would love nothing more to get your blood pressure high, in more ways than one, but we have a meeting with the developing team."

I frown. "Can't we just skip it?" I whine as I include puppy eyes to soften him. And it works. He relents.

"I suppose we can…but let me just tell my dad real quick." He lets me go, and he sits up. I immediately try to pull him down again, so he can lie by me. He gives me a small smile and swoops in to peck me on the lips before standing. "I'll be back in a second. Don't move." I wiggle my body to disobey his command. "Okay, you can move like that, but don't leave this room." I nod unconvincingly, but there is something about his face that makes me agree with conviction. Something that blinds, stupefies, and shocks me to the core. Because I think what he was trying to convey to me with his demand is 'don't leave me.' And how could I ever when I have been pining after him for so many years?

Sebastian's POV

I linger in the doorway to look at the perfection laying on my bed, and I bite my lip in hesitation. There is a quaint wariness cementing my feet to the ground. I am afraid that this moment of understanding and acceptance will disperse as easily as the other moments Ciel and I have had. I don't want him to change his mind or his attitude about us.

"Are you going to go? Because if you are not, come back to bed," he complains, and my faith is renewed. He did commit to me last night, so I should trust him.

"Okay. Okay. I am going. Jeez." I speed off in search of my dad, and I find him fixing his tie. "Hey, dad…" He smiles in the mirror and gestures for me to continue. "I know I have a responsibility to oversee production and sales, but is it possible for-"

He interrupts. "Taking how Ciel slept over, I am guessing you and him want the day off?" I nod. "Fine." He consents as he turns toward me. "What kind of father would I be if I didn't try to get my son laid?" I cringe, and he laughs. "Too far?" I nod my head vigorously. "Sorry. So any new news to tell me and your mother?"

"None. Well…except I now have a boyfriend. No big deal or whatever." He smiles and gives me a hug. He pulls back and pats me on the back.

"Excellent. I am so happy for you! I have to go tell your mom and sister. Oh, and Vincent and Rachel and…" I roll my eyes and start to head back to Ciel. I am close to my room when I notice my reflection in one of the mirrors in the hallway. I am taken aback by what I see. My face is radiant. My eyes are dispensing life and happiness. My whole demeanor is different from what it usually is, and for the first time in a long time, I am not disturbed with my reflection. Now that Ciel has, at least for now, received my love and given his own, my resentment for myself has dissipated a little. I can look myself in the eye and not immediately look away. I feel slightly less damaged.

Ciel's Perspective

He comes running into his room, and he jumps onto the bed next to me. Like I promised, I remained put, and I am glad that I did because he rolls on top of me and presses his lips to mine. It is soft and chaste, but my heart bounces in my chest nonetheless. I try to deepen it, but he pulls back.

"I think we should brush our teeth before entering in a make-out-athon."

"Oh my god! Don't make up words," I complain as he gets up from the bed.

"Well, excuse me for being innovative. You know, you could learn a thing or two from me. In fact, maybe I'll teach you a few 'things' when I get back."

I throw a pillow after him as he walks into his bathroom. He flashes a smile at me before he closes the door behind him. "Perverted idiot," I yell as I smother my laughs in my arm. My cheeks are starting to hurt from all this laughing and smiling. I guess this is my body's way of saying that I haven't been this happy in a long time. Which is absolutely true.

I scooch over to the edge of the bed where the nightstand is located. He might have told me to not move earlier but that did not apply to now, right? And since we are dating, Sebastian wouldn't mind if I look in that drawer he stopped me from opening last time. Boyfriends don't keep secrets, so he shouldn't get mad if I just take a quick peek. Just one small peek.

I know I shouldn't, but I have been obsessed in discovering what is in that drawer. Does he hide his porn collection there? Or his condoms? Sex toys, maybe? I just gotta find out! And with the knowledge of how wrong it is to look, despite my own lame-ass reasoning, I open the drawer.