MALADRESSE ✞

0.7

We step inside our home and the first thing I did was push Pj against the wall, smashing my lips against his own, taking him by shock.

He pushes me away slightly, looking me in the eye, silently questioning me on my actions.
I just stare back at him.

"Are you okay, Dan?" He asks.

"Never better."

And with that, Pj closed the door, cupped my face in his hands and gently pushed our lips together. It was soft, gentle, but that soon changed as it became more and more passionate.

"You should go to bed," I tell him, breathlessly as I rest my forehead on his, trying to catch my breath.

"You should join me," he says, smoothly.

I chuckle and we walk hand in hand to his bedroom. I look around, not really have been in here since he moved in and I smile at what he's done with the place. It was now colourful, vibrant, everything my room wasn't.

"I'm just going to get some Pyjamas on," I tell him, turning but Pj caught my arm.

"Don't leave,"

I chuckle. "I'm only going to my room-"

"Please, Dan, don't go," he says and I finally notice the hurt in his eyes.

Instead of saying anything else, I just shimmy out of my skinny jeans and shirt and I help him out of his jeans, shirt and jumper too before slipping us both into bed, wrapping my arm around his waist and I rest my chin on his shoulder.

"What's wrong, Peej?" I ask him.

"I don't know, Dan. And that scares me. I'm not in control."

I turn him around so he was looking at me.

"It's alright, I'm here. I'm always here."

And on that note, we both fall asleep in each other's arms.

* * *
"Dan,"

I open my eyes and I see Pj looking down at me with a tray, on it was chocolate chip pancakes, normal pancakes, golden syrup, toast, Nutella and a cup of tea.

"Oh, Peej. You didn't have to."

"No," he admits. "But I wanted to."

I smile as I sit up and he balances the tray on my lap. He sits next to me on the bed and I start to devour the pancakes and toast.

"Here," I say, handing Peej a slice of toast covered in Nutella.

He tries to decline but I was persistent, and finally he accepts it and wolfs it down in seconds.

"Here, have the rest. The pancakes have made me full and I still have the tea to drink yet."

Instead of arguing with me, he happily takes the tray off my lap and starts eating the toast as I sip my tea in delight. I look over at Peej who was eating the food like he hadn't eaten in days. My mind starts to wonder. Wait a minute. Now that I think about it, I haven't actually seen him properly eat for a few days. Was that why he was so hesitant to have the toast in the first place?

I decided against asking him, not wanting to ruin the happy moment between us. We sit in comfortable silence, even after I had finished my tea and Peej finished his toast he just crawled back into bed with me and we just lay there with the gentle hum of music in the background. My Chemical Pain- I mean, romance, I think.