You Came Back (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 26

Taylor's POV

I wake up, seeing my laptop dead beside me on the floor, and my pale prince in my arms. Gorgeous. His lips were slightly parted, and his even breaths indicated he was still asleep.

I carefully slid out from under him, and he curled into a ball. I made my way to the bathroom and relieved myself, before going back and crawling back into bed. An idea popped into my head and I smirked. I crawled in behind him and started kissing down his back. Following his spine.

He groans and squirms a bit, but I continue.
"Taylor." He whines. I chuckle.
"Wake up my pale prince."

"I missed hearing that." He admits, still not turning to face me.
"Missed what?" I ask.
"Being called your pale prince."
"I'll be sure to call you that every chance I get, okay my pale prince?" I bite by a grin.

He hums a response, and snuggles further into the blankets.
"Come on. You gotta wake up." I persist.
"No." He groans.
"Please?" I ask. He rolls over and see me sitting there.
"Micheal was right. You are like a puppy." He sighs. I bend down and lick his cheek. He groans and wipes at it.

"Taylor." He groans.
"Yes?"
"Let me sleep." He rolls back over. I quickly roll him back around.
"No no no. You gotta wake up." I pester.
"Why?" He huffs.

"Honestly, I'm hungry and don't want to eat alone." I admit. He sighs.
"I'm not cooking."
"Fine. Only because I know how to make breakfast foods. Now come on or I'll carry you out." He sits up. Victory! 

Only to grab the soft blanket for hot nights at the bottom of my bed. He wraps it around himself and crawls into my lap.
"What are you doing?" I laugh.
"Waiting for you to carry me. It's cold out there." I just shake my head and pick him up bridal style. Instead of sitting him on the couch, I sit him on the counter. He hisses and clutches onto me.

"Couch please." He says. I chuckle.
"Why?" I ask.
"My ass is on fire."
"Classy." I snort.

"Are you okay?" I ask when I set him on the couch. He grabs a throw pillow and sits on it, then nods.
"I didn't want to hurt you." I frown. I hurt my Kyle.

"It's my fault. Now come on, I'm hungry. I think some french toast is in order." I stick my tongue out at him as I get to cooking. When it's done, he rests his back to my chest, and my legs on either side of his as we eat on the couch. NCIS playing on TV.

Betty and Chris walk in and see us cuddling and Betty makes an aweing sound.
"You guys adorable." She says. I just grunt and she laughs.

"So did uh, did you guys you know, done the did?" Kyle groans and hides his face in my chest. Thanks Chris.

"I'll take that as a yes." Chris laughs. Kyle groans again. I laugh and kiss his hair. He whines and shifts upwards, hiding further between me and the couch.
"Chris you can't just ask that!" Betty scolds.

"Sure I can. He did it when you and I got together." I glare at him. She turns to me.
"Is that true?" She cocks her hip and stares at me, challenging me to agree. Too bad she's not scary.
"Yep." I laugh. She huffs.

"Kyle are you okay?" Betty asks.
"Can we please stop talking about it." He groans. Everyone laughs again.
"Well it's still Christmas break, so Chris and I were going to go on a road trip since he got his van back. I think we'll let you have the house to yourself." Betty winked. Kyle just groans again.

For Christmas, Betty and Anna drove down to Orlando and got Chris's van, bringing it back for him. He loved it.

"Chris go pack. I want to get out of here." Betty instructed. He salutes to her and us before retesting into his room. He comes back a few minutes later with a carry on suitcase and they're gone again.