Hot Starry Nights

4:6 ~ Howard

  Oh my lord. He has no idea what he's doing to me. Does he even know what he's wearing? Does he realize? Maybe he's doing it on purpose. There's no way he doesn't realize.

  He's wearing a hoodie from my closet that I has bought for him two years ago. I never gave it to him because I ordered the wrong size. It's white, and on the back of it has the day and year we met in Korean, in hot pink text. The shorts he's wearing are kind of short, hitting mid-thigh, with white stripes going down the sides of them. He was wearing a large black t-shirt over it that almost covered his shorts, and some socks that matched. I've never seen him wearing them before. They're white with black horizontal stripes, and they're long enough to cover his knees. Very nice outfit. Except, half of it I couldn't even see. The hoodie covered his shirt and shorts.  All I could see was the hoodie and socks. Next thing I know, I have a fucking boner.

  I did my best to cover it with my hoodie as I told Ember and Blake it was getting late. I think Blake noticed. She winked as she left, before taking Ember home since that was how she got here in the first place.

  Right now I'm hiding from Nat in the bathroom, splashing cool water on my face as I keep putting images of my mother in my head and trying to not think about what Nat's lips would feel like on mine. Or mine on his neck. Or his moa-

  "Ward! Are you still here?!" I hear my bedroom door open. Think of your mother, Howard. Don't be that fucking idiot getting a boner from his- well, I don't even know what we are. I think we're more than best friends?

  "Maybe he took Ember and Blake home?" God, you're so cute.

  I open the door and walk out to see him sitting on the kitchen counter texting someone. And then I get a notification. It's not him, it's Ember. I pocket my phone when I see Nat giggle. Who the fuck is he texting that's making him giggle like that? I pull my phone back out and take a picture of him, ask what he's up to,  and send it. He clicks on a few more things and then looks up to see me walking towards him. He takes one of me and types a bit before sending it. I pull my camera up while I lean against the front of the counter with my back to him. I flip the camera and he scoots forward, wrapping his legs around my waist and his arms loosely around my neck. He sets his head on top of mine and I take a picture.  Instead of sending it to him, I take another, this time he lifts his head back up and sets his hands on my shoulders. He gently grabs my phone, setting it to record and giving it back. I look at his eyes on the screen; he gives a small smile and kisses my ear, causing my to shudder slightly and blush wildly. He then bites down, lightly, but enough for me to feel and the blood to rush to the tips of my ears. I stop the recording and turn around, laying my phone on the counter. I snake my hands up his legs and they land on his upper thighs. His hands slide into my hair, tugging slightly.

  "Feeling confident, Nat?" He nods his head, turning redder by the second. 

  "Would you like me to kiss you?" He nods his head again, slightly slower this time.

  "I need you to say it, Nat." He blushes even more.

  "Last time I said it, you wouldn't do it."

  "Nathaniel, every single fiber of my being wants to kiss you right now. I've wanted to kiss you for a while. I've wanted you for a while. Nat, I really like you. I think I might've kissed you last time, if I hadn't been drunk." 

  He leans forward, and whispers in my ear, "Then kiss me," moving back a bit and looking into my eyes.

  I connect my lips with his, and for a short moment, everything is still. There is only me and Nat. I can feel my heart beating, the warmth of his body under my hands, him tugging my hair. He tugs harder and I moan, giving him access to my mouth. Our mouths meld together, tongues dancing. I pull away for air soon after, and he looks at me with something in his eyes I can't quite decipher. His hands fall from my hair to my neck.

  There are so many thoughts running through my head right now. Did he like it? Did I push too much? Will he hate me now? Stupid socks. Stupid hoodie. I lost control, I've scared him away.

  He leans forward, putting his forehead on mine, and closes his eyes.

  "Stop overthinking."

  He slumps forward slightly, and I catch him. I walk us to my room, laying down and hugging him. I pull him closer and he turns around and hugs me, slowly falling asleep.

  Maybe he did like it.