Bonfire Kisses (A Short-Story)+(boyXboy)

Sleepover!

I woke up with an odd sense of happiness, like I couldn't tell whether I should be happy or scared. I felt a cold metal on my side and when I turned over I realized it was my necklace, my cross was on my side, and not around my neck. Then where I was hit me, like a nice hard slap in the face. I sat up quickly and looked over to the right side of the bed, hoping that I'd find Jacob sleeping or sitting up there. All I saw was an empty space, the sheets were pulled back and there was a dent in the bed where he had been. All I could think of was his captivating eyes and his sleek black hair, his fine toned body. He was just so, so... just so perfect. I couldn't describe it any other way he was just perfect, the perfect man and I couldn't wish for any other.

I pulled the covers from over me, and set my feet on the floor not really noticing my predicament. I looked down and saw my underwear on the floor, then I remembered the night. I quickly grabbed my underwear and slid them on, then I put on my cross and got up. As I looked around the room I found my clothes all over, but his clothes were no where to be seen. His bedroom was so open, and I thought of how extravagant the house really was. I wondered whether he was rich or not, but I doubted it. Maybe he was entitled to it or something, but he was definitely to sweet to be rich. I walked over to a desk and grabbed my pants off it, as I put them on my mind scanned the room for my shirt. When it turned out that my shirt wasn't even in the room I zipped my zipper and walked out the door.

The hallway was long and empty, there was no windows and the only light was a metal vine of small lights that weren't very bright. The memory of the before came leaking into my mind as I remembered walking down the hall. I didn't have my shirt on, so I did take it off earlier, but we were holding hands and running to the door of his bedroom. Once we'd gotten to the door he'd held me against it and we kissed for a while until I opened the door and I lead him into his room slamming the door behind us. Once the memory was over a small smile snuck onto my face, and I didn't want to deny it, not one bit of it.

I kept walking down the hallway searching for my shirt, but when I didn't find it I decided to just give up and leave before Jacob noticed I was awake. I was nearing the stairs and I found his flannel shirt, and I decided that I could try and cover up completely and wear it. I found that it fit me quite well, it was a little too big but I could wear it until I found my shirt. As I found my way to the staircase I remembered the words he said to me, some of the most inspiring and adorable words ever. No one on earth could have put them in a better order than him, and I was glad he was the guy. Ooh the way he touched me, and the way his kiss felt it was like nothing I've ever felt before, and I couldn't help but love the lust that came with it. Then a horrifying thought came crashing into my mind, maybe he was scared by my cross. What if he didn't like me because I am religious, it's just the way I was raised.

I began walking down the stairs and I smelled a delicious smell. The extravagant scent of eggs and bacon flooded my nose, and it was so good I was scared to go downstairs that maybe someone else was cooking. I decided to brave it and walk down the metal spiral as quietly as I could, but I guess I was a little too loud. Once I got down there I saw Jacob cooking in the kitchen, he looked up and smiled. I am so relieved that he isn't angry or regretful about last night, that I just smiled back and looked down. He laughed at my embarrassment and I felt my cheeks burning red, he slowed down his laughing and put his attention back to the food.

A few minutes later Jacob joined me on the couch with the food resting on a tv stand, and just for shits and giggles he put a little cilantro sprout on top of my omelet. "Very, very classy dude, thanks." I said. He laughed and replied, "Yeah well your welcome, dude." we were both struggling to keep in our laughter. Seconds after that comment we both burst out laughing, just two guys sitting on a couch, laughing so hard they can't breathe. "Ooh, ooh." Jacob said trying to calm down his breathing. I took a drink out of my glass and found that it was a concoction of pomegranate juice and orange juice. There was also something else, but I couldn't quite make it out.