Opposites Attract (BoyxBoy)

1. Mother Me

I was awoken rather noisily and violently by Liam throwing my skinny jeans onto the bed-side table to switch off the beeping clock. His sudden actions made the clock tumble down onto the floor, thus waking me up. Although this startled me, I merely darted my eyes open to examine my first vision of the (VERY EARLY!) morning.

I studied but he was not there. This made me nervous and i swiped around to be greeted by his patronising grin it up by the morning sun.

He then threw a small heart shaped cushion at my face, bending my eye lashes backwards. My vision is briefly impaired of him. Damn it! He was still grinning when our eyes met once again. He is the elder one so i guess he feels he must be the one to look after me. "Are you awake?" he asked me. His voice was soft and gentle on my ears. But impregnated by his northern accent, which i love. "Sorry Liam" I began "could you say that again but just a little more patronising?" I concluded. I threw back the cushion. 

He laughed for a moment. His laugh is contagious and i joined him in the brief chuckle. Changing the subject, "Laurie are you feeling fine this morning?" he asked consolingly. I would feel fine for you any day, I thought. "Yes thank you Liam" I used his name as to keep control, I didn't enjoy his constant mothering. I tend to get stomach pains in the mornings. I don't know why, probably a digestion thing or something. I did enjoy however how much of a caring person he was after his promise to me. 

"Hurry up and get dressed Laurie, you need to break your fast" he said, and with a cheerful grin he made his exit. I do love his word play. And no it doesn't turn me on. Sort of. Maybe. OK it does! Don't judge me. Well... not like you already haven't? I rummaged my drawers for something. Damn it my good clothes are in the wash, i thought.

Slamming the drawer shut i went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. As the warm water cascaded down i took some time to think about Liam. After that i went back into our bedroom to find a neatly placed pile of new clothes. A rather nice platinum coloured shirt with white buttons. Three-quarter lengths and a pair of green tinted skinny jeans. Oh Liam you do spoil me. I chose the shirt and the jeans and then i descended down the stairs.

Liam was in the kitchen filling glasses with chilled apple juice. He was kind of strict with kitchen rules. He was truly like a mother to me. I swiped around with my back to the curved wall that separated the kitchen from the hall.

My heart was racing for Liam was only wearing his white dressing gown after his prolonged shower after his violent wake up call. His skin was like ivory drizzled with soapy droplets like early morning dew on leaves. "I know your there Laurie" he called. His voiced harkened my heart to him. So i obeyed.

I tried not to stare at his chest but it called my name. He faced down at a newspaper and pushed a class of juice in my direction. I took it and drank a good swig. I pulled up a stool and sat at the work top. He looked up at me and smiled. I reluctantly smiled back. He turned around and picked up a plate of fruit and handed it to me.

A colourful plate of delicious-ness faced me. A large cut grapefruit, several slices of banana and a fabulously emerald kiwi. My eyes were drawn to the grapefruit. "Oh wow so pink and pretty!" i said grinning. Liam giggled and mimicked me, "Pretty!" Oh how cute, i thought. I was inexorably drawn to his half dried hair that shone so marvellously. I just wanted to touch it and ruffle it.

As i dug into the grapefruit Liam slapped an article on the newspaper. It was about a dance school. He looked up at me. "What do you think?" he asked. I only shrugged and sipped my remaining juice. I slightly spilt and it got on my shirt. He tutted and took a napkin out of the drawer. He walked over and rubbed the stain off my shirt and wiped away the juice on my lip. I wined like a child but he only smiled and walked away. I looked again at the newspaper and thought for a minute. You see i already attend an amateur dance school not far from where we live. But this one looked far more interesting. However I ignored it and walked away from it.

Later on in the afternoon I retreated from an hour of agonisingly boring day time TV up to my room. This happened to be after a rather gruelling day at the dance school so i was a little less than youthfully exhilarated. Ascending the stairs i passed Liam. My heart skipped a beat as he smiled. My breathing turned slightly ragged. "You okay?" he asked frowning. I nodded vigorously. He looked up the stairs and slammed his arm in front of me blocking my path. I gulped violently and glared at him. "Could you explain what's going on with our bedroom?" he asked rather angrily. I could not say anything for i could not bring myself to answer his question. Mainly because i had no idea what he meant.

We both ran up the stairs and burst into the bedroom. To my horror and a tint of delight, was a double bed. A very awkward silence was conceived through the impregnation of this new surprise and our presence. Liam turned his head slowly to me. My face began swell and eventually exploded into an uncontrollable laugh. Liam joined but he abruptly stopped and slapped my back very hard causing me to finish with a sort of gurgled squeal. "What are we laughing about?" he asked. I could ask the very same question. After the slap I froze. He fucking touched me! 

Liam clapped his hand to his forehead and groaned. "Oh crap!" he chuckled "i just remebered we couldn't afford to keep the two single beds so they were replaced a double god damn it!" I was left speechless. It was like all civilisation had ground to a halt to watch me. I felt so unsafe. Liam turned to me. I turned to him. He sighed and stared at the bed. "You know what i'll have the spare bedroom and you can keep this one eh?" he smiled. Oh how i adore his caring ways. I just want to hug him until i couldn't stand up for a few minutes and perhaps he had to leave the room... that was a weird description. I smiled "Thank you Liam". 

Later that night i spent my time sewing ribbons onto my ballet shoes. Liam sat in the corner of the room on an armchair reading a book. I made a sort of suppressed hiccup and carried on with my sewing. Liam looked up at me. "How are you feeling?" he asked rather seriously. "I'm fine" i said looking up and looking down. "Have you eaten anything today?" he asked, he closed his book. "Yes" i answered. I didn't look up that time.

Liam looked in the bin. "Tell me what you ate today" he demanded. I didn't answer. "Tell me" he said. "No!" i snapped. He stepped up and advanced towards me. I needed to fan myself as my cheeks heated. The sudden movement made me prick my finger on the needle. I threw the shoes aside and mimicked lamaze breathing as i held my finger.

I jabbed it pretty hard. He sighed and sat on the bed. He took my finger and enveloped his mouth around it. My heart raced around the track a thousand times. My cheeks flushed and my breathing became ragged. His soft lips encased around my wound and my body burned inside as if electrified.

After he was done he pulled out a plaster from a drawer and placed it on my finger. He looked at me and i looked at him. My eyes welled up and i couldn't help crying. "Oh it was only a little prick" he said bringing his vision down to mine as i lowered my head. I didn't answer. It wasn't the finger. Why Liam? Why do you care so much for me? Why do you mother me so? Why do you care so much for me when we can never be together?