I yawned, resting my hands behind my head as Toby cuddled up to my chest. Damn, I really need to smoke.
"Morning." He mumbled, voice cracking as he squinted up at me.
"Yeah, you might not be able to speak today, you were screaming pretty loud last night. That and some impressive oral skills." I winked, he blushed a bright red, burying his face into the pillow, I chuckled. "Stay in bed today. It's probably for the best." He nodded, slowly pulling away from the cushion and looking at me. I couldn't read his emotion.
"I love you." He kissed my lips. "You made my voices stop. You woke up with me and they stopped. I didn't dream horrible things... I slept soundly for the first time since I came here." I smiled awkwardly, not really knowing what else to do as I stood up and grabbed my lighter and such, then walked out. I was never good with emotions. Or love. Or dealing with any of that stuff. I'm solitary. My own person. Ever since...
I took a drag of my cigarette, leaning over the railing of the porch. I don't like to think about that. But I have to. It's the only way I know how to remember... Anyway, back on topic. How can I show my... Liking for Toby? I thought of all the cliché movies I was forced to watch over the years and decided to sort through the best of them. Jesus Christ these ideas are horrible. I'm not gonna suddenly become all soppy! I sighed and threw the stub of ash over into a pond, shivering as I walked inside. After all, I was only wearing my boxers. I slid back into bed next to a sleeping Toby and gingerly wrapped my arms around his waist, pushing my face into his shoulder. He let out a quiet moan and attempted to turn to me, so I let go.
"..." He attempted to speak, he furrowed his brows in frustration at his lost voice.
"Hi." I greeted, sitting up, then, the most genius idea came to me. I pulled him onto my lap, hugging him close. Toby relaxed after a second and rested his head on my chest. I traced all the bites and marks across his neck with my thumb, watching him shudder. "Wanna go downstairs and get some blankets, pillows and watch movies with hot chocolate and cookies and stuff. We can... Cuddle... If you want?" I questioned, becoming ever more shy with the last part. He nodded with a smile, wrapping the blanket around him and I moved to pick him up. Not bad if I do say so myself.
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LosoweThe quiet, to be feared, number one proxy, Masky has been struggling with his sexuality for years now, and it's taking a toll on his health. He is greatly looking forward to the annual creepypasta vacation with his best friend Hoodie until Slenderma...
