Under the morning light (bxb)

Chapter 3 - Aiden

Startled, Aiden tried to get his body to move away from the stranger that had been so silent he wouldn't be surprised someone had got an heart attack from him.

The voice that had uttered that single word brought with it an inexplicable sense of warmth but he tried to fight it and his uncooperative body with the little strenght he had left.

His attempts were vain though, he felt too weak and cold to even try to get up, and after failing a couple of times to even get his torso to leave the ground Aiden simply gave up and laid there on the platform.

With his eyes he turned to observe warily the man that had watched his struggles silently but was met with amber eyes that had something so warm in them they were burning their way inside his heart.

The individual that was gazing at him had scratched and tainted clothes just like him, the only difference being that his were of much higher quality.

What are those black spots...? Ink? How did it splash all over his pants?

He was donned in cream colored pants that hug tightly against his long, well defined legs; a white collared and long sleeved shirt wrapped around his upper body, the toned muscles of his chest bulging from underneath it, his arms buff and firm, his thick neck attached to the most beautiful face he had ever seen in his life.

The boy watched intently the amber orbs gazing at him, appreciating the man's square jaw, his straight nose and eyebrows, his long golden hair reaching below his shoulders...

Why am I just staying here, ogling at him?

It was as if an angel from heaven had landed in front of him, no word could he ever use to describe the creature in front of him if not for 'perfect'.

Is this a dream? Am I hallucinating?

As Aiden continued to look into the man's eyes, he noticed him slightly furrow his brows while his eyes were watching intently every inch of his body, almost as if he was showing concern for the state his body was in.

He didn't notice the man's slightly clenching fists, nor the rage that flashed through his eyes for a second.

Soon, their eyes met again and the stranger opened his mouth once again.

"Aren't you cold?"

A simple question, asked with a voice expressing a mix of worry, curiosity and sadness, with something else that Aiden couldn't quite catch.

How funny. A complete stranger is showing me much more warmth than my biological father ever did in my entire life.

Now that he thought about it, it was indeed cold, as his clothes that took all of the night's rain still hadn't dried.

He slightly nodded in the gorgeous man's direction.

Was the gorgeous necessary? I swear my mind is always in the gut, even while starved and bleeding like this.

He had no time or will to think about it while escaping from his apartment, but now he couldn't help but think about how he could survive from now on.

His wounds from a couple of hours before still stung on his back, he felt dizzy from tiredness and hunger, the wet clothes and the morning air didn't help at all with the chill that didn't leave his body; his bruises ached and so did his ribs and his mind was assaulted by the fear he felt he felt coupled with the uneasiness about his future.

He also felt a fever rising, thanks to the previous night's events and his feeble body; his head slightly starting to ache and his vision growing fuzzy.