Freak acts

Two sinners.

Othello had woken up from some noise outside his caravan. He'd fallen asleep on the roof of his caravan while staring at the sky, only his thoughts there to occupy him.

The noise had taken his interest when he saw Lunas enter and leave his caravan after about twenty minutes. Not to mention, Lunas was in his underwear...and started washing himself.

He really loved this boy. Why couldn't Lunas just see it? See the way Othello looked at Lunas so lovingly. How hard he tried to treat him equally but also better than all the others.

Lunas entered his caravan again.

Hm.

Othello got off of the roof of his caravan and walked over to Lunas's. He looked through the window. Lunas had just lay down on his mattress. He didn't even bother to put on any clothing to sleep in. Should Othello enter? On one hand...It would be invading his privacy. But on the other hand, he looked so pretty. So irresistible. So sweet. It's like a little devil and angel fighting each other.

Othello couldn't help it. He entered the caravan; silently. He found Lunas on his mattress, staring at the wall. He was crying. Not sobbing or sniffing, just crying silently, letting the tears hit the cloth of the blanket.

"Lu.." Othello mumbled, taking in the sight in front of him. Lunas simply sat up and looked at Othello...and then burst out into some more tears.

Othello sat down beside Lunas and wrapped his arms around him. He felt Lunas's skinny, fragile, and trembling body in his arms. It shattered his heart. The way Lunas felt so small and scared as he hid his face against Othello's chest while crying silently. Othello couldn't do anything other than just sit there and hold Lunas until Lunas finished crying.

It Lunas a few minutes to compose himself again. He sniffed lightly and raised his head, turning his flushed and tear-stained face away from Othello. "I'm sorry...your shirt is wet now." Lunas managed to say without sounding too pathetic. Othello looked down at his tear-stained shirt. Oh well, it's just a bit of sad salty water.

"Do you want to talk about what's bothering you, Lu?" Othello asked as gently as he possibly could. He didn't want to upset Lunas even more. Surprisingly, instead of an annoyed or angry comment, he got a shrug. A shrug of confusion. A shrug of uncertainty.

"I'm just so confused, Othello. Why am I feeling this way when you look at me, touch me? It's a sin..."

The silence filled the small caravan. Othello was purely shocked at the fact Lunas was actually talking to him about his problems and feelings. And to make things worse; Othello was the problem. Well, not entirely, but you get it. Othello feels so guilty for seeing his loverboy sad. And it was his fault.

"I'm sorry."

All of this was so surprising and confusing. For sure the look Lunas gave when Othello apologized. He looked so sad. So hurt. So concerned. All at the same time. Lunas simply got on top of Othello, straddling his hips. He held Othello's cheeks. "Why are you apologizing? You're perfect. You didn't do anything wrong; I'm the one who's sinning for feeling this way for you."

Again, silence. Then a sigh from Othello. He looked up into Lunas's teary eyes. He seemed to almost be begging for help. For reassurance that he wasn't sinning. That this was normal. But Othello couldn't help him. He felt the same exact way. He leaned in and gently kissed Lunas's lips. It was a gentle kiss, nothing much. Lunas relaxed in the kiss which was just a nice feeling for both of the boys. Lunas was the first to part from the kiss. He stared into Othello's golden eyes. They stared at him like two beautiful suns. He smiled. He rarely smiled so it immediately cheered Othello up as well. Even if it was a tiny smile. Who cared?

"Let me take off my shirt, I don't want to hold you while my shirt is soaked." Othello said, laughing while Lunas helped him out of his shirt. A quick reminder of himself being simply in his underwear. He leaned his chest against Othello's once the wet shirt was tossed aside. Othello went to lie down on the mattress with Lunas on his chest. This was wrong but oh did it feel so right.

Finally, Lunas managed to get a good sleep.

"Goodnight"