I'll wait for you (Dayasco)

The aches

The fairy lights strung across my ceiling cast a soft, warm glow on the room, I was curled up in a ball on my bed, my limbs feeling like lead weights, my stomach churning with a familiar pain. It was the day after my hormone injections, and my body was rebelling against the changes that were going on throughout my body. I was drowning in a sea of fatigue, my energy levels depleted, and all I wanted to do was disappear under the duvet and not come out again.

My phone buzzed with a notification. It was Daya, i knew he was at work today at the steakhouse, he was their 'best waiter' known for his charm and his impeccable service well that's what he told me anyway, but after seeing him at work that night I would have to agree. My phone screen lit up with a message, "Hey, how are you feeling? You sounded rough when I called last night."

"I'm a walking zombie," i typed back, wincing in pain as I shifted in the bed trying to find a position that was semi comfortable. "My whole body feels like it's been through a blender."

"Ugh, Bosco I feel so bad for you, if you like I could come over after my shift ends, try cheer you up a bit and we could watch a movie?"

His thoughtfulness warmed me, and the excitement of knowing he was coming over again distracted me from the aches and pains I had all over my body.

"No problem. Rest up just now, I'll be done with work around 7 so I'll see you then."

My heart skipped a beat. Daya coming over without me asking him? He'd never done that before, and just to 'cheer me up.' It was a small detail, but it held a silent promise, a subtle shift in our dynamic. We'd been friends that was evident, but  I couldn't explain it, my stomach did a funny flip every time he laughed or looked at me with that playful smirk. I brushed it off, telling myself it was just friendship scared that it would turn out like my other talking stages and break my heart. But he was different, I genuinely felt like he wanted to be with me too.

But today, the way his suggestion lingered in my mind, the way my body reacted to his words, it was impossible to ignore.

The hours moved slowly as I prayed for 7 o'clock to roll around. Hardly being able to move from the nest I'd made myself in my bed, surrounded by blankets and stuffed horses.

What seemed like years later, the doorbell rang, and I scrambled to the door, trying to not look too enthusiastic whilst being desperate for Daya to come inside. The raw adrenaline I felt pushing away the fatigue as I saw Daya standing in my doorway. He was still wearing his uniform, a crisp white shirt and black pants, with his little leather cowboy waistcoat. I wanted to melt seeing the way he looked at me, the way his eyes crinkling with concern.

"Hey, Bosco. How are you feeling?" he asked softly, stepping inside my dimly lit apartment, which was far less tidy than it was the last time he saw it.

"A little better," I managed, my voice cracking as I spoke.

He smiled, a genuine smile that lit up his whole face. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his long limbs seeming to make my bed look tiny, "I brought stuff to change into in my bag, should I get changed in the bathroom or?"

I froze, was he offering to get changed infront of me. I was terrified of making him uncomfortable but I'd be a fool to tell him to go to the bathroom. "You can change her" I say softly, "I'll close my eyes I promise".

I watch with one eye open as he unbuttons his work shirt, exposing his chest. A butterfly tattoo right in the centre of it, contrasting his beautifully smooth skin, and abs. My heart was pounding so loudly I could hear it in my head.

His biceps flexed and he pulled on his tshirt, I felt a wave of disappointment seeing him in clothes again, that wave soon faded however when I saw him fiddling with the belt of his trousers before he slid them off.

I didn't want to stare, but seeing him in his boxers made me feel fuzzy inside, his bulge drawing my eyes in before he managed to pull on his shorts and sit down beside me on the bed again.

He reached for my hand, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "Where hurts the worst?" He said softly holding my hand. "My stomach" I whine back at him.

"Let me see," he said softly. His fingers brushed against my stomach, and I whimper softly in pain. He frowned, a concern look etching itself on his face.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "Let me get you a heating pad or something to help."

"No," I whispered, still holding onto  his hand and pulling it back. I didn't want him to leave my side. "It's better now, actually. The pain... it's easing a little with you rubbing it."

He looked at me with an intensity that made me loose my breath. A look of genuine concern and sadness that I didn't t feel good. He sat back on the bed, closer to me this time than he was before and I returned the favour shifted closer to him, I found so much comfort in his presence. He felt warm and solid against me, and I leaned my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart which began to beat quicker when my head was against him. He instinctively wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me. 

I put a movie on my small TV at the bottom of my bed, but I wasn't really paying attention. All I could think about was how close I was to him, how good it felt to be held in his embrace. The warmth of his touch, the way his scent filled my senses, it was all a blur of sensations that left me breathless.

I just wanted more of him, but the cuddling was certainly a very nice start. I felt the pains in my body start to ease, as the heat from his body relaxed me further and further. "How you feeling?" He said softly, running his hand through my brown curls.

"I don't feel so sick anymore, it just hurts where I got the injection and my chest kinda hurts too but that's normal" I managed to speak without my voice cracking.

He frowns down at me, using the arm he has around me to pull me in even closer to him, "where do you get them?" He asks, a concerned look filling his face. I pull down my joggies slightly, revealing the waistband of my underwear and the small scratch on my lower stomach where it had been.

I watch the redness creep up onto his face when he saw my pants, "what's wrong with you?" I tease, knowing the answer.

"Nothing, nothing," he stutters, avoiding all eye contact with me. "Typical man" I sigh jokingly while putting my arm over him, making the cuddle even more intimate.

"What can I say, pretty girls make me nervous, and I don't get nervous very often," he smirked down at me when he spoke.

His words had such an effect on me, I couldn't even think of anything cheeky to say back to him, so I just stayed silent. Letting my head fall against his chest again.

The hours seemed to pass by in an instant, before long the darkness of the night sky filled my apartment. I wanted Daya to stay with me so badly, but I didn't want to move too fast.

"I better head," he sighed, I could tell he didn't want to go. "I'm working in the morning, but I'm off this weekend. Maybe we could do something, you could even sleepover at mine if you wanted?"

His invitation made my heart flutter. I tried to not sound overexcited when I responded to him, "yeah that sounds good" I said as causally as I could. Making him smile back at me. "I'll see you then, I'll see my self out it's okay I know you don't feel good", he waved and smiled as he walked out of my room, and I heard my front door close behind him.

The bed already felt so big and cold without his body here, but the excitement for the weekend ahead made me feel 100 times better than I did before.