Boy Trouble GT

Chapter 47

[KYE]

Kye settled himself into the oversized beanbag in the corner of the library. It was one of the few spots big enough to accommodate his frame comfortably—a giant-sized cushion tucked away behind towering shelves. The lamps overhead cast a gentle, diffused light across the pages of his textbook, and a subdued hush pervaded the library's aisles.

Mason sat with him—or rather, on him—leaned up against Kye's side, his small form nestled into a pocket of space that fit him perfectly. Kye felt a pang of self-consciousness, aware that other library-goers might glance over. Despite the extra seating designed for giants, a ten-foot figure and a two-foot roommate sharing a single beanbag was bound to attract curiosity.

Yet somehow, today, Kye didn't mind as much. A faint flush of embarrassment still flickered in his chest whenever he caught someone's stare, but it no longer felt overwhelming. Instead, Mason's presence steadied him—the gentle press of his shoulder against Kye's ribs, the casual way he flicked through his own phone or occasionally craned his neck to read a passing book title. Kye exhaled slowly, letting the tension slip away.

He returned his focus to the giant textbook in his lap—an assigned reading for one of his catch-up classes. The words blurred slightly from time to time, but he forced himself to concentrate. He needed to pass these courses, to stay on top of things. No more dozing off in hallways or making excuses.

Mason shifted, leaning back so his head rested on Kye's thigh, and peered up at the massive pages. "What're you reading?" he murmured, voice low in the quiet library.

Kye felt that familiar flutter in his chest. It was easier now—the knowledge that they'd crossed some invisible line, shared that shy kiss, and found themselves wanting more closeness. "Some... econ stuff," he mumbled, flipping a page. "Gotta keep up."

Mason gave a small, approving hum. "You're doing good," he teased softly, letting a hand rest on Kye's knee as he inspected the textbook's diagrams.

Kye swallowed, gaze darting to a few curious onlookers at a nearby table. Their eyes slid over and away again, and Kye decided he didn't care. He sank deeper into the beanbag, adjusting so Mason could see the text more easily. When Mason's attention returned to the book, Kye allowed a quiet smile to creep onto his face—feeling, for once, like maybe this all fit just fine.

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When the day's studying at the library finally ended, Kye gathered his oversized notes and shoved them carefully into a giant-scale bag. Mason hopped down from the cushioned chair meant for giants—a seat Kye had practically overtaken in his sprawl—and stretched his arms over his head. Together, they made their way toward the exit, weaving through aisles of onlookers who were still adjusting to the sight of a massive figure and a knee-high human walking side by side.

Outside, the evening light bathed the campus in a subdued glow. Mason led the way with a casual swagger, greeting acquaintances who happened to notice him. Kye stayed a step behind, watchful, carefully managing his longer strides so as not to outpace the smaller man. Even after everything—the closeness in the library, the half-joking banter about random formulas—they still didn't say much, letting the companionable silence linger.

Mason eventually broke it, glancing up at Kye with a grin. "Hungry?" he asked.

Kye gave a short nod, remembering the growling in his stomach that he'd tried to ignore. "Definitely," he answered, voice rumbling low.

They settled on something simple—takeout from the mixed-size café they frequented. Kye quietly placed the order, leaning far over the counter to speak, while Mason stood at his knee, reading the menu. Soon, they left with a bagful of food, Mason carrying his smaller portion and Kye effortlessly cradling a giant container in his arms.

Once back at the dorm, the two spread the takeout on the living room table scaled for Kye. Mason climbed onto a stool to make it easier for them to talk as they ate. They discussed minor details—how the day's reading went, whether or not Mason really wanted to do more track practice tomorrow, and how Kye felt about upcoming exams. Kye gave short, mildly awkward answers, but each time Mason smiled at him, a gentle warmth cut through his nerves.

With dinner finished, Mason let out a relaxed sigh. "Movie?" he suggested, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Kye managed a small smile, nodding. "Sure."

The couch was giant-sized, plush enough that Kye could sprawl out if he wanted. Again, Mason sprawled out on top of him. Without hesitation, the smaller man lay across Kye's broad chest, arms propped under his chin to watch the screen. Kye's heartbeat thumped steadily beneath him, and for Kye, it was half surreal, comforting.

They chose a random comedy neither of them paid much attention to, half-listening to the dialogue while the low hum of the TV washed over them. Mason occasionally chuckled at the jokes, shifting his weight just enough that Kye felt the movement against his ribs. In turn, Kye let a slow, contented feeling settle—the memory of a morning kiss still fresh on his mind.

Time slipped away in the cozy hush. By the end of the film, both felt the weight of the day pressing down, eyes drooping with fatigue. Mason yawned first, pushing himself upright on Kye's chest.

Kye blinked at him, reluctant to move. "Bed?" he asked, the single word emerging as more invitation than question.

Mason nodded, rubbing at his eyes. "Yeah," he whispered softly. He tried to slide off, but Kye shifted underneath him, arms bracing around Mason's waist.

"Hang on," Kye murmured. Even though Mason was dwarfed by Kye's build, the smaller man's immediate trust in him sent a pang of tenderness through Kye's chest.

In one swift movement, Kye lifted Mason into his arms, carefully securing him so that his feet dangled a good distance off the floor. Mason gave a sleepy laugh, hooking an arm around Kye's neck for balance. It never ceased to amaze Kye how easily Mason fit, how he weighed almost nothing in Kye's hold.

He carried Mason down the short hallway to his giant-scaled bedroom. Pushing the door open with his foot, he stepped inside. The overhead lamp gave the place a soft, ambient glow, highlighting the oversized bed. Mason didn't protest or joke this time, just watched with a hint of a sleepy grin as Kye lowered him onto the blankets.

Kye followed, climbing into bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. Mason scooted nearer, letting the giant comforter drape across both of them. In the dim light, they exchanged a glance—shy, content, the unspoken promise of another day behind them and more to come. Kye reached out, brushed a few stray hairs from Mason's forehead, and felt a warm satisfaction when Mason leaned into the touch.

Kye leaned down, his movements slow and unsure, brushing his nose gently against Mason's. Mason smiled, eyes soft in the low light, and met him halfway. Their lips touched—brief, warm, familiar. Another kiss followed, lingering a second longer, then another, slower still. Kye cupped the back of Mason's head, letting the moment stretch, savoring the closeness. When they finally pulled apart, Mason sighed quietly, resting his forehead to Kye's chest. The room settled into stillness, and with one last drowsy kiss to Mason's hair, Kye let his eyes drift shut.

And as Kye settled down, drawing the blanket up against the late-night chill, Mason nestled close against his side. No big proclamations or clarifications were needed. Just a silent, shared understanding that here, in each other's arms, was the best place to be.