Guardian Angel

Perfect

Beam opened his eyes and blinked a few times. He couldn't remember when he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The room was dimly lit, only lit by the bedside lamp on the nightstand. Beam moved and noticed something holding his hand. He turned and was stunned.

Forth slept in a sitting position on the side bed on the floor, his face was on the bed and one hand cupped Beam's hand.

"Poom," Beam whispered. He raised Forth's hand slowly so as not to wake Forth.

Forth squirmed to fix his face on the bed but stayed asleep. Beam got off the bed carefully and sat down on the floor next to Forth.

Beam studied Forth's face which was facing him and suddenly his heart beat faster. Beam's hand trembled as he touched Forth's forehead to brush away the falling hair. He ran his index finger from the forehead to Forth's pointed nose, his crescent-shaped eyes when closed and Beam described them as almonds when open, sharp cheekbones and jaw that now relaxed because Forth was sleeping, a firm chin with a thin shade of color.

Bluish, and perfect bow-shaped lips, pink, slightly parted. Beam touched Forth's lips with his index finger and felt Forth's warm breath on his finger.

Beam was very surprised when suddenly his fingers felt warm and wet. Forth's eyes opened, staring at him intently as he sucked and held Beam's index finger in his mouth.

Beam quickly withdrew his finger. His face felt as hot as burning. He moved quickly to his feet, but Forth was faster.

He grabbed Beam's waist and pulled him up. Beam's back hit Forth's chest lightly and Forth's arms wrapped around his waist, his hands intertwined into a lock in front of his stomach.

Forth rested his chin on Beam's shoulder and breathed warmly into his neck. "Are you feeling better?" asked Forth softly.

Beam felt his blood boil under his hot skin. He nodded, grateful that the room was so dim that Forth couldn't see it. Beam was sure his face was very red by now.

"It's past midnight, but you haven't had dinner yet. I'm hungry too." Said Forth in a husky tone.

Beam turned his head and accidentally his lips touched Forth's cheek. Beam gasped when Forth's palm held his face and Forth brought his lips to Beam's.

Beam's eyes widened when he felt Forth's tongue brush the surface of his lips, then slowly his eyes closed and he kissed Forth back.

Forth's tongue went into Beam's mouth and invited Beam's tongue to dance to the soft rhythm of desire. Forth's grip on Beam's waist tightened and Beam stuck his nails into Forth's arm. A soft moan escaped Beam's mouth as he succumbed to Forth's domination.

They were breathing fast for air when the kiss finally broke. Beam rested his head on Forth's shoulder and his gaze fixed on the ceiling above him, while Forth buried his face into Beam's neck.

"I'm hungry... Baby." Whispered Forth in Beam's ear.

Beam blushed. He lifted his head from Forth's shoulder and turned, smiling. "Do you think I'm too easy for you, Poom? A kiss and you call me Baby right away?"

Forth chuckled and kissed Beam's shoulder. "Not a kissed. Its two. You remember? On the beach? Well, I'll be Baby for you if that's what you want. However, don't you know, I've fallen for your charms even when you just put that pungent and unpleasant-smelling ointment on my wounds."

Beam laughed then bit his lower lip. "Cheesy! Then what are we doing now?"

"I want to be your boyfriend right now, but I think I need to get a few things done first. Would you mind waiting a little longer? I'd like to propose to you in a better way, at least with a song, flowers, or... a ring?"

Beam chuckled then kissed Forth's cheek and patted his arm lightly. "I love white gold. Now, let's eat. I want my future boyfriend to look perfect when he proposes to me."

Forth kissed Beam's neck and whispered. "You're perfect, my Beam."

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