𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂. | Firstkhao

05

"Hey Akk you have a nice shower."

Ayan calls out as the door opens revealing the five foot eleven boy coming out of the bathroom with a steam of air trailing behind the body. The heavenly sight of droplets of water dripping from the black singular curls as the hand squeezes the towel on the hair ruffling it in zigzag motions. He wore a black tank top belonging to Akk and matching colour shorts .

With a momentarily long pause from Akk as he stood starstruck at the sight of Ayan coming fresh out of the shower, in his casual mannerisms, he was sitting on the bed still like a statue. Frozen. Frozen by how beautiful he was and oh god was Akk a fool for not noticing this sooner.

He glances to Ayan coming closer and leaning on the side of the bed. When gathering the situation Akk panics and manoeuvres his legs in front of Ayan's coming body blocking the pathway to the bed. He looks up at the boy with a serious expression, raising an eyebrow, Akk speaks in faint confinement voice.
"What are you doing?" He questions Ayan.
He tilts his head innocently at Akk. "I'm getting ready to sleep in the bed. Move over."

"No. You're taking the floor." Akk boastfully and stubbornly states with little to no care. No sympathy at all given. Ayan complaints, "I'm not sleeping on the floor!"
"My bed equals my rules, dumbass." He frets with sneering tone at Ayan. With the right leg kicking Ayan back three steps with his stumbling body falling on the ground. He lands flat on his bottomless turf; before turning around giving Akk playful challenging eyes striking to resemble a snake prying upon their lunch meal. The boy was as persistent as a fool could be. The word 'no' wasn't in his vocabulary. Ayan was not accepting the floor when there is clearly a perfectly double bed set in front of him for to use and share.

Akk shifts backwards where the spine hits the wooden bed frame of the structure bed. The breathing hitches in circular lines as Ayan leaning down on to Akk's body keeping him trapped as his gaze threatens his. As if he was marking Akk to stay there. The antsy emotions piling at the pits of his stomach made him very much uncertain of what Ayan was about to say when he had leaned in closer,— their faces only inches away from one another.
"I'm your guest aren't I?" Ayan looking over at Akk who silently nods as a response.
"Let me sleep on the bed with you then." He finally says as he crawls on the left side of the bed. Akk quietly moving on the right watching in defeat.

He hates how Ayan is so talented at pearsuasing him only by the charming and delicate soft spoken voice he uses to his full advantage.
Tucking themselves in the warmly share duvet with multi-layers of warmly thick blankets, the lights tune out. Darkness embracing the bedroom with only a peak of moonlight escaping by the tiniest gap between the curtains. Two breathes became one. There was something in the darkness that was like a promise, like the world before dawn. Ayan and Akk fondle together the more they have fell into the subconscious. It was a room representing an empty canvas before becoming a beautiful work of art; it was all the more exciting. With each movement something new came to the sleeping boys, a tiny fragment of awakening feelings piecing together like a missing puzzle took form, as if they were waiting for the unexpected.
When their bodies have touched. Ayan twitches in his sleep, heavy beads of sweat slip down the forehead on the side, the legs sunk in the mattress and the suffocation sensation takes a melancholy form of a chokehold on around the neck.

Whimpers. Cries. Silently grieving in the sleep have burst out of the trembling lips, parting so elegantly out as if it were a lullaby.
'N-no. Don't leave me. N-no.' Softly cries Ayan. Scrunching eyebrows together at the intense nightmares flashing before his eyes.

"P-pplease. Come back. I don't want to be alone!"

Fluttering eyes open, Akk sits up on the side reaching over to hold the hyperventilating boy choking on the harsh sobs. Observing the wet tears sliding down the cheeks, falling on the tank top he wore, half bitten lips and the striking tight hold Ayan reaches over with his palms. Holding Akk's hand as if he was calling out for help.
At first he wasn't sure what made Ayan so frightened in his dream, but whatever it was it must of been really awful for the boy. Worrisome thoughts flood Akk and he pulls the boy closer to the chest keeping a warm and tight embrace on Ayan.

Cooing gently. Akk's voice faintly spoken like a mantra, affectionately singing when it touches the unconscious ears.
"I am here Aye. I won't leave you. It's okay now, I promise, everything is okay." The boy brushes past the freshly washed hair smelling of vanilla and sweet flowery scent, influencing the small share space, Akk took a pleasant sniff as he buried Aye's head in the crook of his neck. Caressing back the black curls with the gentle tips of his fingers, quietly playing with each strand under the darkness of the room. The cries that loudly enchanting the room before have quiet down. Soft hiccups left the lips till a quietly snore came out.
Eventually Akk's eyes have closed as the two bodies gripping on each other's like their absolute life depend upon it, the hold have never loosen once. Listening to the calm heartbeat.