Want You (BoyxBoy)

-20-

*A little mature near the end/Drug warning

-Ry-

While he's still on his phone, I wonder about the way he went about asking that. What if he doesn't really want to, and he's just doing it because it's responsible? Fuck it. I'm asking him.

Once he's done typing, I say, "I have a question now." He locks his phone and meets my gaze with curiosity. "If it wasn't because of the weather and I asked you to stay, what would you have said?"

"I would've said no," he says, looking away from me. The bluntness of it and avoiding eye contact with me makes me doubt he's being truthful.

"Really?"

He simply shrugs. "Probably."

"So, you don't really want to stay? You're just doing it because you have to?"

"I would leave right now if I didn't want to." Oh. Well, okay then. I have to fight from smiling at the admission.

"I'll take that. Though you could just admit you want to stay with me. Like I said, you don't have to twist your words around me. The simple answer is fine."

"The simple answer makes it more embarrassing."

"Wanting to be here with me is embarrassing?" I ask, a little confused on why he feels that way.

"N-No." God, the stutter. "It's just embarrassing to easily admit it because then I'm basically telling you that you have an effect on me."

"Oh." I totally misinterpreted that at first. But I already knew that. Why else would he keep coming around? I let a smirk take over my lips. "But I do, don't I?"

"Yeah, but why would I stroke your ego more?"

My smirk grows at his choice of words. "You're really stroking it now."

His face turns pinker than it already was. "That sounds dirty."

"Wes being dirty minded again? I'm not surprised."

He quickly denies it. "No, I'm not."

I slowly lift my hand and bring it to his cheek, letting my thumb rub over the warm, flushed skin there. "What did I say before? When you're all red like this, it's usually because you're embarrassed, and you're usually embarrassed when you're having dirty thoughts."

"It's not like that," he protests, taking my hand and pulling it away rather gently before letting go.

"Well, you can tell me what you're thinking, whether it is or not."

"Fine. I want to stay. Happy?"

"Yeah, very much," I say, giving him a pleased smile.

"Am I stroking it even more?" he asks with a lifted brow.

I let a laugh out and nod. "Yeah."

"So, uh, since I'm staying, where am I sleeping?" he suddenly asks, making me nervous.

"You can sleep in here with me if you want." Please want.

"Yeah, no." Of course. Why did I delude myself into thinking he would so easily? Now I'm just bummed out.

"I thought you'd say that, though I wouldn't do anything. You know that. But I'll sleep on the couch tonight. You can have my bed." I'm going to freeze my ass off since my room stays the warmest, but it'll be okay.

"No, I want the couch," he says, standing up all of a sudden.

"Wait." I grab his wrist. "We don't have to go to sleep yet. Unless you're tired," I add, releasing my grip on him.