Somebody like you (boyxboy)

30. Young And Beautiful

Charlie

The forest was cold and uninviting when I entered it the next day. Memories flooded my mind, even though I tried to ignore them. Blood, pain, panic. I shuddered and dug my hands deeper into my pockets. It is all over now. And Trevor had stayed, despite everything. That stupid, wonderful boy. How someone so happy and clean could like someone broken like me was beyond my comprehension, but I wasn't about to complain.

We had only shared a few innocent kisses. We hadn't slept in the same bed, had barely touched. The memory of his light lips on mine and my fingers running through his hair made me feel warm inside, and I couldn't help but wonder at the physics of love. Nothing had ever made me feel like this before. Giddy, constantly thinking about when I'd see him next.

Trevor was just coming out of the bathroom when I returned to our room. He was naked except for a pair of pants, and his hair hung loosely over his brow, still damp. For a moment, it was like the air had been knocked out of my lungs as I stared at him. He was so relaxed, at ease in his own skin. I turned away reluctantly and removed my scarf and jacket. When I turned back around he'd just pulled some grey trousers on, about to button it up.

"What are you doing that for?" I murmured and let my eyes run freely for a second. His trousers were open, the bulge in his pants clearly visible and straining a bit towards the grey material. I felt my face go warm and removed my eyes quickly.

"Getting dressed?" he asked, hands each side of his trousers, as if waiting for permission to pull them closed. I certainly wouldn't grant it.

"Sounds like a stupid thing to do. It is comfortably warm in the room, isn't it?" I asked and fixed my eyes on his.

"Are you suggesting," he said and tried to force a smirk off his face, "That I stay in this indecent state of undress?" I hid the smile with my hand and nodded. "Well then." There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he grabbed my shoulders and forced me onto his bed in a sitting position, feet over the edge. Before I knew it, he'd climbed unto my lap with one strong leg on either side of me. The sight was incredibly hot, and I couldn't help noticing how arousal flared in my belly, so I simply prayed he didn't notice too.

Tentatively, I put my hands on his waist, half expecting him to stop me or climb off, but instead he looked down at me with a smile that could almost be endearing. I let my hands run over his ribs and onto his toned upper body. His skin was smooth, and still warm from the shower. Every time he breathed out, his abdominal muscles became clearly defined, and for several seconds I stared at the spectacle.

"What are we, Trevor?" I asked and looked back up, cupping his round shoulders, feeling the muscles play under my fingers as he lifted his arm to the side of my face.

"Whatever we want to be." I let my hands slip down to his thighs again and stroked them as I placed my brow in his toned chest. I placed a kiss on his ribs, between the pectoral muscles, and let my lips slide further, until the skin on the side of his neck was between my teeth. He drew in a sharp breath and the hand on my face went around me to pull me closer.

His skin was so soft, so vulnerable – easily broken.

Without further notice his fingers were at the buttons of my white shirt, popping them open one by one, agonizingly slowly. Then he pushed the fabric off my shoulders, removing the thing completely. I shuddered at the sudden cold air, and felt my shoulders sink in on themselves against my will. He'd seen me shirtless before, but it didn't matter then. It didn't matter that I'd become incredibly skinny over the last weeks. Now it mattered, I wanted him to like what he saw, not worry about my questionable health, not be appalled by the bones sticking out in weird angles.