Sray Cat Chronicles (Novella)

A Stray at Midnight

"Are you sure about this? You said you wanted to wait," Aaron said as he sat on the desk chair backwards watching Leslie.

"Things went good when we met my family together, so I think it's time that we stopped keeping things a secret," Leslie said as he looked through the closet. "I'd wear those sparkly jeans but they're a little loose..." he muttered as he pulled out a pair of jeans that were dusted with sparkles on the sides. "I've never worn them."

"How come they're a little loose? You just bought them a couple months ago," Aaron said with a frown.

"Just been working out a lot at the pool is all," he responded, setting the jeans out. "But they're not that loose. I can pull them down without unbuttoning them, but if I wear a belt, they should be fine."

He went back into the closet and looked for a shirt. Aaron glared at him, starting to worry again. Just last week at the Christmas dinner with Leslie's family, he'd had to encourage him to eat enough. Now, he was losing weight? Something was going on.

"What are you going to wear?" Leslie asked as he looked through his T-shirts.

"Just the usual. I don't see any reason to change up just for a little New Year's party. Aren't your friends gonna be surprised when I show up with ya?" he asked, watching as Leslie pulled out a pair of shirts from his closet.

"Well, next semester, we're getting an apartment together. That's only a few weeks away," he said, gesturing to the boxes already packed with his stuff.

"Seems kinda sudden though, just to show up to a party with a boyfriend ya ain't told no one about before tonight," Aaron mused.

"They'll be surprised, that's for sure!" he said, holding up a shirt with a stylized skull on the front of it. "What about this one?"

"Looks fine, Leslie-babe," he said, smiling gently at him. He was so worried over what he was going to wear to this party. He was as bad as a chick sometimes.

Leslie stripped off down to his undershorts to change. Aaron couldn't resist, though. The temptation was too high, and he had no idea how he was going to make it through tonight if he had to keep his hands to himself. He got up and stepped behind him as he was about to pull the T-shirt over his head. Quickly, he slid both hands around his chest and pinched at both of his nipples. Leslie squeaked, as usual when he surprised him.

"What are you doing? We don't have time for that! The party's in an hour!" he complained.

"Ah, I can wear what I'm in, and yer clothes are here. We can have a little fun before we go. Might make the night easier on me waiting until we're alone again and I can really ring in the New Year the way I want," he growled into his ear, sliding his hands down the flat plane of his stomach to rest on his hips.

"We haven't got time!"

"Alright, alright, but I plan to ring in the New Year my way after this party with yer friends," Aaron grumbled stepping back and letting him get into his clothes.

"Yeah, you can do whatever you want after the party," Leslie said, turning and kissing him quickly.

Aaron arched a brow. "Promise?"

"Promise."

A sly smirk spread across Aaron's lips as he looked into Leslie's brown eyes. "I'll hold ya to that."

Leslie shook his head and went into the bathroom to try and do something with his hair. It just seemed to stick out at every angle no matter what he did with it. Aaron thought it was cute that he constantly tried to get his hair to behave even when he knew nothing was going to work. He went and sat back down at the computer chair and waited. Again, he thought how much like a chick Leslie could be sometimes.