𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

The first time.

Prisoner—The Weeknd (FT. Lana Del Rey)

The first time someone saw Mattia without a shirt after many years, was Alejandro. The only person Mattia trusted, in many ways, was Alejandro. He knew he wouldn't judge him, nor ask the unnecessary questions anyone else would.

It was the night that Mattia and Alejandro exchanged their personal time for each other. Instead, they made their own personal time. Alejandro's family was out for the week, leaving him alone due to his assistance to school. It was a matter of time before he grouped his friends onto his living room to spend the day. Usual stuff at a boys sleepover, watch a movie, play some games, and argue about the dumbest stuff.

The main reason Alejandro had done this, was to bring Mattia out of his cage. Even if Mattia was lustily comfortable with the boy, Alejandro knew he wasn't gonna go alone to his house. His thoughts were clean, he just wanted to give Mattia some peace.

The night went on, and slowly the boys started making their ways back to their homes. Around 11:36 pm, it was only Alejandro and Mattia in the living room. Mostly Alejandro, the Italian was slumped on his shoulder, drooling even, it made Alejandro laugh, yet he wasn't gonna spend the night on the somewhat uncomfortable couch.
After a few calls, and tugs to the boys clothes, Mattia had woken up, and Alejandro started dragging him to his room. They had planned it out before, Mattia stubbornly was gonna sleep on the floor, and Alejandro on his bed. Yet that quickly changed when Mattia, once again, slumped over the boys bed.

Alejandro didn't mind, he instead felt at ease knowing Mattia was comfortable.

The boy went around the other, pulling his bigger body onto the bed, as well as himself. Mattia on one side, Alejandro in other. Yet the two of them only centimeters apart. Alejandro's slumber quickly went away when he settled down on the bed, seeing Mattia so at peace. He went fifteen minutes like that, staring at Mattia's soft, tanned skin. The only thing that startled him was when Mattia opened his eyes. He somehow knew where to look, straight at Alejandro's dark chocolate eyes. Mattia's honey eyes were bright, even with the dimm, blue light that hovered around the room. Not a word was exchange, only a stern stare between the both.

Soon, Mattia had dragged himself closer to Alejandro. Closer, just a few inches away from his face. Both of them were scared, nervous at their actions. Alejandro not moving, and Mattia only getting closer by the second. At some point, the tallers lips had clashed with the latter, and a soft grunt was made from his part.

Soon enough, Mattia's body hovered over Alejandro's, the two of them deep into each other. It was their first kiss, ever, and the two had already grown addicted to each other. Mattia's hands had slowly creeped up to the others face, holding his jaw firmly as their lips swayed back and forth. Neither of them fought for dominance, nor either had it. They were exchanging feelings, what words could never say about each other, they were knowing it now.

Alejandro's hand had settled on the nape of Mattia's neck, his left one high enough to play with his hair. In instances, the boy would tug on it the pieces of hair he could grasp, making the taller moan into his mouth. It only made them both needier. Both of them in such a weak position, both needing of each other. They didn't thought it for much longer, they had all the time they needed without being disturbed.

At a point, Mattia had slowly dragged his lips down the partially exposed skin of the other. Alejandro was getting to knowing himself, his mouth now being freed, letting sighs of pleasure as Mattia covered his skin with marks. The boy didn't knew what he was doing, he was just enjoying the touch of the other. Soon enough, Mattia had ran out of his skin, the thick hoodie covering his, friend's, body. With a short gaze up to Alejandro, he didn't thought twice on removing it from his skin. There was no doubt on his act, there was nothing he wasn't so sure about, but letting Mattia do his ways over him.

Mattia felt for the first time in his life, lustful over something, over someone specifically. He wanted Alejandro, he was the only person that gave him peace. At any consequence, he felt as if he needed to pay him back for such feeling. A feeling for a feeling. Yet it was more than that, deep down his gut, he just wanted Alejandro from himself, and that was apparent to the boy, whose eyes stared down to the latter kissing his lean body. It's cliche, yet he felt as butterflies started to flutter around his stomach as Mattia came closer and closer to his waist.

Yet before he did, he straitened up, looking at the frail state he'd put Alejandro. A smirk was put over his plump lips, seeing Alejandro breathless just over his kisses. Yet doubt quickly started cluttering his mind. He knew, at some point, he would have to take his own off. Worse, that moment was now. It would be awkward if he kept going dressed. Maybe for him, Alejandro had no sense of what he was feeling. Yet for him, it was.
The tips of his fingers met the hems of his shirt, grasping at them before he slowly started lifting it up his body.

Under the blue lighting, his wounds were highlighted on his body. It was a fact he didn't considered, the reaction of the colors of his wounds under the tinted light.

Alejandro instantly became concerned, it was the first time he saw his friends torso exposed, exposed covered in dark bruises all over it, and it concerned him. He'd lifted himself up from the bed, his hands reaching for the his body as his fingers started caressing his skin.

How did this happened? When? Who?

Every single question came to his mind, yet he knew better. It was his time to show Mattia the same feeling he'd showed him.

The smaller had looked up, seeing Mattia staring down to him, with a single tear running down his skin. He didn't moved to clean it, instead, Alejandro pressed his lips against his skin, against one of his many bruises specifically.

In that moment, Mattia felt a sight of relief leave his body, as a shaking breath left his nasal cavities, staring down at the boy as he praised his skin with his lips. He winced at first, feeling the slight wave of pain that the Alejandro's lips made over him. Yet, he didn't felt hatred towards it. Instead, he wanted more of it.

He wanted Alejandro to kiss him.
He wanted Alejandro to touch him.

He wanted Alejandro to love him.

He wanted to be loved.