STELLJUN Stories

Dreams don't always come true

There is something to be said about having a clingy boyfriend. The unlimited supply of cuddles and kisses. The heat that warms up cold mornings, specially on a morning like this. The pitter-patter of raindrops woke him up. On instinct, he reached for Pablo whose arm is around his waist spooning him. He turned around and snuggled against his chest, sighing contentedly in his warmth.

"Good morning." Pablo whispered as he pulled the blanket up to cover him. He hummed in response and nuzzled into his chest.

"Wake up sleepy head." Pablo kissed the top of his head.

"Mamaya na," he purred as he buried his face into Pablo's neck, "I like it here."

Pablo grinned. "Okay, but baby I need to get up to... alam mo na..."

Stell stiffened. Then something within him clicked remembering what happened last night. He could feel the warmth of a blush as it crawled up his neck. He grabbed a pillow and hugged it to cover his face. "Okay, go..." he mumbled.

"Oh bakit nagtatago ka?" asked Pablo as he got up. He heard Stell mumbled something, "Hold that thought baby, I'll be right back," and went to the bathroom.

Stell groaned into the pillow. Ugh! Ba't ba ako kinakabahan? Wala naman akong ginawa ah. He took a slow deep breathe to calm himself. Calm down Vester. Looking at the bathroom door, he wondered what Pablo could be doing or thinking. Hmm what's taking him so long?

Several minutes later, he heard the door open so he quickly covered his face with the pillow and pretended to be asleep.

"I know you're awake," Pablo said as he sat on the bed tugging on the pillow.

"No," he clutched the pillow, "I wanna sleep some more."

"Okay, but why are you covering your face?" Pablo find it weird. He knows Stell doesn't like anything covering his head or touching his face when sleeping.

"Wala. Gusto ko lang matulog ulit."

"Hmm. Vester..." Pablo said in a tone that sounded like a warning.

He knows that tone. The tone Pablo uses when he wants to assert that he's the boss. "Ugh. Fine." He threw the pillow over his head, "Oh ayan."

"Eyes up here baby, look at me."

He shook his head.

"Why are you suddenly so shy?" Pablo asked curiously.

"May naalala lang ako."
Why does it seem like he doesn't remember anything? Of course he doesn't. It was a dream! Why am I talking to myself?! He sighed.

"Oy ano ba yun? Tell me. Or do I have to force it out of you?" Pablo asked as his hand made it's way to Stell's tummy.

"No! No tickles please."

"Then tell me, please?"

"Ano kasi last night or was it midnight or maybe early morning..." He rambled.

"Okay, what about it?"

"You were... moaning."

"Moaning?" Pablo raised his eyebrows.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, moaning as in ungol in Tagalog!"

"Haha. I know that. But why was I moaning?"

"Malay ko sa'yo!"

"Tulog ba ako?"

"Yes."

"Baka iba narinig mo?"

"No," he let out an exasperated sigh, "you were loud and you were kinda..."

"Kinda what? Just spill it out."