He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 55: And the Little One Said

[Atlas's POV]

The house he lived in was kind of... not what I expected. I didn't think he was rich or anything, and in general the house wasn't that bad. It felt a little below the average sort of house one of the poorer kids from school might live in, which was still a nice house because the kids that attended our school were in a whole other financial bracket than other schools.

Still, a nice house relatively large with clean windows and a large dining room, an up to date kitchen, clean carpets... Yet there was something strangely bare about it. There was furniture but no real personal affects, blankets or odd cushions, scrapes against the walls for this and that. The welcome mat was clean and the the stairs which were carpeted were too.

It took us a long moment to figure out what the fuck we were supposed to do with the strangely fragile looking boy that had completely passed out at our feet.

Jacob checked his temperature with his hand and I knelt down too, nudging him.

"Fever?"

"Seems like he has a temperature." Jacob nodded.

But I could smell the smell on his lips from a distance. When I leaned in to double check he shoved me back by my shoulder, scowling at me.

I snickered. "Don't worry I wasn't about to kiss sleeping beauty. Just clarifying that he is indeed shitfaced drunk."

"What?" Jacob raised an eyebrow, leaning in and sniffing and cringing as he pulled back, a sharp almost dangerous look to his eye as he narrowed it. "Brilliant. Help me pick him up."

Together we set the gifts aside at the door and got him up on his feet before closing the doors. He was still out of it but when we got him upright he was standing on his own two feet even if I did get the impression he'd have let himself slide down the wall if we didn't hold him up.

Jacob hissed as Akara leaned forwards again and he had to take an extra couple steps. "Dammit."

I shrugged. "Look, assuming his room is upstairs we're not going to have much luck dragging him like this. One of us is gonna have to carry him properly."

But Jacob was already moving to pick him up entirely before I'd finished talking and granted it did look a deal more comfortable than with his arms around our shoulders, head leaning forwards.

As Jacob moved towards the stairs I grabbed our backpacks and convenience store bags and trailed after him, watching as he shifted Akara so that they would have enough room to go up the stairs without going sideways. In the new position Akara's head rested on his shoulders and I couldn't help but stare at the elegant features as he was sitting there looking knocked out.

He looked peaceful, maybe he liked being carried? I filed that thought away for later. Everything about him was so fucking interesting, I didn't get why. Why would being attracted to someone suddenly make everything down to the colour pen they're using feel like a fact I should be storing for later.

I sighed, slinging a backpack on both arms as I followed them up the first few steps.

That was when Akara's eyes flickered open, he made a noise similar to that of a chew toy before throwing Jacob off balance. They both came down, not falling down the stairs but ended up laying on them, Jacob groaning as he tried to get off of him. I stepped in close, helping up Jacob after I was done laughing, helpful as I was.

"Let me." I demanded, trying to grab Akara, but he shifted sideways. "Fucks sake it's like you just gave birth to him."

"Shut up!" He hissed, glancing down at Akara but was unable to see his face.