Chapter 9

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"Heh." John watched Paul sleep, grinning to himself. His brown doe eyes were closed, and his mouth was curved up into a small smile. "You're beautiful," he whispered. "Paulie, I need to tell you something, I just wish I could say it when you're awake. I think...I think I'm falling for you. I thought I was straight, but you changed that. Swine. Maybe I'm overthinking this, but I think I really do like you. That may make me fucked up in the head, but I don't care. I'd never want it any other way. Goodnight." He pecked his forehead, pulling him against his chest.

Paul blushed, having woken up. He likes me?

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"Wakey wakey." Paul shook John, actually awake before him.

"Five more minutes," he mumbled.

"No."

"Bite me."

Paul paused, thinking of how much he'd teased him lately. "Maybe I will."

"Oho, really?" John turned to face him. "Not if I bite you first!"

"Oh, shove it!" He pushed his shoulder playfully. "But we need to talk."

"Oh? What about?" He sat up, amused.

"I was awake."

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