You Were Mine

Stars Aligned

Justin could barely sleep that night, he couldn't wait for morning to come so he could see Tristan. He wanted tomorrow to be the day that he spoke out about his sexuality to Tristan, he wanted Tristanto get the hint, maybe get an idea. He wanted a connection with Tristan other than Tristan feeling sorry for him. He didn't want Tristan to be this parental, carer figure. He wanted Tristanto be someone important in his life, he'd never felt so comfortable with anyone before, it was like Tristan just got him.

It came to 5am and he'd been peeking through his heavy curtains, watching the pink sun rise and the black sky turn to a dusky blue. He'd practically watched every hour go by and he'd given up trying to sleep, the gritty feeling in his eyes was stopping him from shutting them comfortably so he decided to take a shower. His small frame shimmied under the tepid water and he shuddered, he'd hoped it would have been warmer but a cold shower was probably better, to shake off all those thoughts of Tristan he'd been having in the dark of the night.

Justin dried himself off, throwing a towel low around his waist and walking into the kitchen, another towel drying the back of his head. The fruit on top of the counter was fresh it seemed, Conner must have gone out to the shops after work and get a new batch- the last fruit was dried out and gave the apartment a depressed kinda feel. Deciding not to let that happen to the new stuff, he picked up an apple and a bunch of grapes and took a seat at the breakfast bar, his warm body hitting the cold chair making him shiver slightly.

The grapes crunched in his mouth and he licked at his lips to catch the excess juice dribbling out his mouth, thanking god Tristan wasn't here watching him eating so messily. The kitchen counter was tidier than it usually was, the bills were gone and a lot of the crap Conner hoarded had gone too, but there was a little luminous yellow sticky-note taped to the bread bin. Justin picked it up, curious to what it would say and if it had any relevance to him.

"Justin,

Tristan came in at about 2am, locked out his apartment. He's asleep (probably) in spare room next to you. Don't wake him. See u @5pm

- Conner"

Justin's heart started to beat faster, he'd been showering and eating nonchalantly whilst Tristan was asleep on the other side of the thin wall. He'd been going about his morning daily duties, nearly butt naked, with Tristan just across the hall. He gingerly stepped down the hallway quietly, making sure not to make any major noises that would cause Tristan to stir.

He reached the door, pressing his ear against it to hear if Tristan was awake or doing anything, but he didn't hear a peep. His hand hovered over the rusty doorknob, hesitating to push it down and crack the door open. It stayed like this for a few minutes, but he finally decided to nudge the door open a slither, standing pressed against it to ensure no light poured in to disturb the darkness of the room.

He scanned the room, eyes darting from side to side trying to find where Tristan was, until his eyes landed on the uneven figure outlined under the blanket. He was beautiful, his innocence showed on his sleeping face, his peaceful and serene dreams blocking out the dangers of the outside and his soft breathing making the world seem to stand still. The covers over his chest rose and fell gently to the pattern of his breathing, he was absolutely breathtaking. Justin almost felt all anxieties leave his body watching Tristan, he was so tranquil and looked at peace with the world. Justin was almost jealous.

Unexpectedly, Tristan took a large breath in and stretched his arms up, groaning a little as his muscles tensed. Justin was caught off guard and utterly froze, eyes fixated on Tristan.

"Oh! Good morning!" Tristan hitched himself up, sitting at the edge of the bed. He was only wearing boxer shorts, his torso completely bare. His eyes were slightly puffy from sleep and his hair was tousled and messy, flopping over the side of his face cutely.