TROLL the WORLD (boYxboY)

11. Show Time

So alone... haha I suppose this story has been feeling a little neglected! I'M SORRY!

ENJOY!

NATHAN

I was lying awake on my back, shirtless in my bed under the covers. Moses was laying on top of me, chest down, with one arm draped across my body. He was warm and snoozing lightly, content in his slumber.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a second. After I'd kissed Moses, we got ready for bed and he’d hopped into mine. Nothing happened, so I assumed he was thinking along the same lines as me. Which was 'take it one step at a time'.

Moses had fallen asleep right away, laying right on me, while my thoughts had kept me awake.

They weren't doubts exactly, more... reservations. After all, Moses was the last person on this planet I would ever want to hurt. Because of these thoughts, I'd also woken early, and now I lay here thinking to myself again.

I reached up and ran my fingers through Moses' hair. It was soft, and I liked how it felt.

I do really really REALLY like him.

Like as much as a fat kid loves cake. I love cake. Now I’m hungry, what time is it? Is it time to go down for breakfast yet? I doubted it, considering the sun was only just beginning to glow from behind the curtains.

"Mmm," Mozz mumbled in his sleep. I looked down at him, smirking. He reached up and rubbed his eyes, then opened them and looked back at me. "Aren't you sleeping?"

Like I said at the beginning, Moses is cute, even if he's taller than me and stronger than me.

"I’ve been thinking," I told him, brushing his hair off his forehead. He frowned, his skin creasing under my palm.

"Are you regretting-" he started, but I cut him off before he could finish.

"No!" I shook my head slowly. "I don't." A smile slowly curled his lips and he shuffled further up my chest, brushing his lips over mine.

“Nate- Nathan…” Mozzy smirked, I frowned. What is he up to? “Is it possible this won’t work because we know each other too well? I mean, the thrill at the beginning of a relationship is getting to know the other person. That won’t work with us.”

I laughed, kneading the creases from his forehead. I had already figured out the answer to this.

“Nope. Do you know why?” I asked. Moses shook his head, waiting for me to tell him. “It’s because I don’t know what your sex face is. I don’t know what you like in bed. I don’t know where you like to be kissed or touched. I don’t know what positions you like.”

Moses’ jaw dropped open in shock. He started pounding his fists on my chest.

“Nate! That’s gross. How could you say something like that? I’m you’re…” he trailed off. I lifted my eyebrows.

“Best friend? Boyfriend? Lover?” I offered up. He bit his lip, and I took advantage of that. I rolled, pinning him to my bed between my legs, using my thighs to hold his legs together.

“Um…” he blanked, looking up at me nervously. I knew how to make his nerves go away. I leant in and pressed my lips to his neck, kissing him softly. I kissed up to his jaw, then along the defined bone to his chin. I paused, my lips parted with my bottom one touching his skin. He quivered with anticipation, and I liked it. I liked the power I held over him. It was a new found power.

I lifted my mouth, licking my lips, and then pressed them against his. He kissed me back, long and hard, and I felt my body heating up. I ran a hand down his chest to his crotch, letting my fingers brush over him lightly just for a second, before continuing back up.