Short Stories (BoyxBoy)

Swag (BoyxBoy)

 Swag (BoyxBoy)

"Agh, you're awful at this! Stop letting me win!" Macs laughed.

"You're cheating!" Will whined.

"You're just a sore loser," Macs beamed, lightly punching Will's arm. "I, on the other hand, have got swag."

Will shook his head and sighed, "I'll beat you next time. I promise - and I don't break my promises!"

"I'll hold you to that," Macs smiled, after his chuckling died down. "Want a sandwich?" he asked, "Cheese or ham?"

"Both," Will grinned, starting a new game on the game station.

Macs muttered an insult jokingly on the way out of the room and walked to the kitchen. He wasn't long making the lunch and Will didn't even have time to miss him. Not that he would, anyway.

"Oh, I've completed level 5, by the way," he said, not taking his eyes off the screen as Macs walked back in a placed two sandwiches on the glass coffee table.

"I'm on level 19, sucker," Macs stuck his tongue out and Will rolled his eyes. He was so full of himself, but it just made Will even more drawn to the boy. His jet hair (which smelt of fresh strawberries…) was hanging loosely over his forehead and complimented his fierce eyes.

"So why were you looking so mad when I bumped into you earlier?" Macs said nonchalantly, tucking into his deliciously succulent cucumber sandwich (sarcasm…).

Will sighed and picked at his bread. He shrugged, "It doesn't matter."

Noticing his unwillingness to answer, Macs left the conversation and concentrated on his food. He wasn't paying much attention to anything, when he noticed tears streaming down Will's face.

"Hey," Macs said, edging closer to Will. "What's up?"

Will's silent tears became move gradual and he fell into Macs arms. "C'mon," Macs said in an attempt to cheer him up, "I'm sure it's not that bad. It might never happen."

"It already has," Will whimpered, backing away from Macs's caring arms.

"Oh," Macs muttered, stumpted. "Here," he offered him a box of tissues, which Will quickly used, wiping away the tears.

"I'm fine, I promise," Will muttered.

"You're obviously not," Macs pointed out. He stretched out his hand and wiped away a lingering tear. He hesitated, and left his hand on his cheek. His fingers ran down to Will's chin and caresssed his beautifully soft face. Will's eyes flashed a look of confusion, but before he uttered a single word, Macs' lips were upon his own.

It was a simple kiss. Overdue emotion, passion and a lack of aggression.

Flashes of pink, shining soft lips and fighting tongues led the kiss to be something less simple.

But yet, it was utterly daring and nonchalant, beautiful and awkward, sprinkled with a lack of pain and grief. 

* Video at the side: my future husband, Watsky. He's amazing, trust me.