Sorry if it's too late for some Christmas fluff. Happy holidays guys!
I looked from where I was standing next to the counter were I was finishing fixing some other Christmas ornaments to look at my love typing another of his wonderful and pretty good short stories indeed. He looked peaceful but at the same time, he was rushing a bit, when inspiration comes, comes.
He kept on his own business and after a while he looked up to meet my eyes.
"You're staring." He mumbled and the looked down to keep writing.
"Can't help it. Maybe if you weren't so freaking adorable..." I replied quickly, still not tearing eyes of him.
" 'M not adorable!" He yelled. I know how much he hates it when I call him that, but really, when he's lime that, sticking his tongue out in a concentration sign.
I shot him a quick smile before turning back to my business too. We've been going out for two months now, and it's pretty set up that I love him, I love him more than my life. I know for a fact that he's freaking stubborn, and that as some of our high school teachers used to describe him, born to be wild. The thing is that he always used to stand up for his own rights and he was as well still stubborn and... wild.
Really. But that's what makes him so adorable. And also the fact that he's so short.
We've been living together for six months. Okay, so pretty much, Ian had a boyfriend, Stand.
Stand was such a prick. He was a total ass. He always insisted on taking shirt off, like if anyone would like to see that, yuck! And he was always like "Let's go home babe." And right after that he would spank Ian's ass, always treating him like if he was a piece of meat. He used to flirt with any guy he could, but Ian was in love.
After a while, I didn't understand it quite well, but apparently, Stand wanted to have sex, but Ian wasn't ready. And Ian, being... Ian, like I have right to decide of my own sexuality and to choose with who am I going to exert it. Stand punched him, just once. Well, okay, he didn't punched him. But he pushed him way too hard, and Ian fell and crashed against the wall.
That was sort of like a little more than a year ago, sometime around November.
Ian came that night with me. He said something about being scared, how he let himself fall. How hurt he was, I know for fact that he had a hard love life, or even with some other kind of relationship. When we met, he told me how his supposed to be "best friend" left him when he needed him the most.
Ian was a mess when we met. He was going through a hard time. And after a while he got over it, and he really doesn't like to talk about that time. His dark time. And I'm fine with it. He won't really tell me a thing of why or what happened to him. But he's okay now.
But it's just that he's addicting, His personality. The way he talks, how he loves dancing. How he is always eager to learn something, How he's so open, and how he gives you that feeling, you can trust him.
He was saying all this stuff like "in two years, you'll regret spending so much time with me." In a way, it was kind of frustrating, he was convinced I would get tired of him, how could I? When he's got me wrapped around his finger. I would do whatever he'd ask for.
You know, after that night, I knew I wanted to take care of him. Like really take care of him. At first, I was scared that he'd be scared of me being in love with him. That maybe he'd freak out. So, I masked all those feelings and started to take him out, with a lame excuse like, 'maybe you'll meet someone.'
At first he was confused, we moved together after almost six month of what happened, he cried and then he was mad and hating every man in the world. But he said that I was the exception because he trusted me. And moving together was the best apparently to him, I was more than happy.
