Give Me A Chance (boyxboy)

Thirty-One

I wake up the next morning in the same place I fell asleep; in Blaine's arms. I have no idea what time it is. I would look at the alarm clock on the bedside table, but unfortunately, that would mean moving from where I am. And I don't want to do that.

I listen to and feel his chest rise and fall, pressed against mine. His skin there is smooth, unlike his hands, which are a little rough and calloused. However, the title of softest has to go to his lips. No contest. Not after last night.

I must have wiggled a little too much, because Blaine slowly opens his eyes, his eyebrows drawing together upon the onslaught of the morning sunlight. It seems to take him a moment to realize that I'm there. "Oh," he says, not exactly surprised, but not exactly like he remembered either. I have to let him off the hook, though. He was just asleep. "Morning." He blinks quickly for a couple seconds.

"Good morning," I say, smiling. I'm giddy, floating in the clouds. Happy. For real this time. I kiss him on the cheek.

"Mm, good morning indeed," he says, withdrawing his arms from around me and stretching them high above his head, which is oddly attractive. He yawns and smacks his lips a couple times.

I sit up, then remember that I'm completely in the nude. And then I look at him and remember that he, too, is completely in the nude. I avert my eyes, although out of respect or something in my head, I'll never know. I immediately get a little self-conscious and quickly move to get up.

He grabs my hands. "Hey," he says. "Don't pull away from me." I flash back to when he told me how he felt and I avoided him for nearly a week. I cringe because I know that's exactly what he's talking about. "What is it? Talk to me. You said you would." He points accusingly.

I scoff. "I'm totally naked, Blaine," I say.

"Uh, in case you didn't notice, I am too," he points out.

"I know,"

"Is that a bad thing?" he asks me.

"I don't know," I tell him, appreciating that his gaze never wavers. I sigh. "I don't want to complain about this because it's something you're experiencing for the first time too."

"It's okay to be self-conscious, Lyam," he says confidently. "But, it'll never matter to me." He puts his hands on my arms. "It's not what you look like that I fell in love with," he says softly. "I don't care how you look, you're beautiful no matter what." His eyebrows knit together and he picks me a new change of clothes from my bag. "Here," he says.

"Thank you," I say gratefully, taking the proffered clothes. "You put up with so much of my shit, it's incredible." I stand up and dress myself.

He grins. "My pleasure," he jokes. "Although I was the one who ended up springing the L-word during–" He stops. Tilts his head curiously. "Was that sex?" he asks me weirdly. "Does that count?"

I make an odd face. "Um, I don't know," I respond, suddenly aware of what we did last night. Very aware.

He shrugs. "Or do you need to, like..."

"Well," I say, chucking his shirt at his head. "While this has been a most sparkling conversation–" I check the clock, now that I'm up out of the bed. "–we have a game in an hour and a half. We should probably grab breakfast with everybody."

He smirks, his expression playful and comfortable. "What if we don't?" he asks suggestively.

I roll my eyes, grabbing my phone from the table and shoving it in my pocket. "Get dressed," I tell him. I toss him his pants.

He sighs and stands up. "I would love to, but I need a shower," he says, grabbing a change of clothes and heading for the bathroom.

I'm not ashamed of it.