Falling For A Murderer (BoyxBoy)

I'm Broken

"Yeah, kind of." I smiled.

"Why?" He seemed furious and oblivious to what he'd said.

"'No canoodling'," I said, using my fingers to make air quotes to show that I was quoting him, "like, I know you're talking about sex. No need to wrap it up in PG-13, think-of-the-kids, kind of deal. I get it, OK? No sex. Good. Got it." I continued, as serious as I could manage. My dad's face was more relaxed and the air about him was lighter. He placed the box down and shook his head, fighting back a smile.

"Well at least it got my message across." He chuckled, leaving the room. A slightly confused Sam entered after my father exited, looking to me, then to the box, and back to me.

"Did your dad just- "

"Yeah." I answer, not needing him to finish the question. He stifles a yawn and walks over to me, burying his head in my chest and wrapping his arms around me. "Tired?" I ask, hugging him back. He nods into my chest, before peering up at me from under his eyelashes. "You're so adorable." I smile, my voice barely above a whisper, as I pecked his forehead. He leans back slightly, still leaving his arms loosely around me, wearing a small frown.

"I'm not adorable." He huffed, "I'm manly!"

"Of course." I agreed sarcastically, "although I'd totally top you." I whispered, smirking. He squirmed at my words, burying his head into my chest again in embarrassment. I let out a soft chuckle, and he presses his cheek to my chest.

"Your heart's really loud." He whispered after a while, not looking up at me.

"And it only beats for you." I said. I knew it was soppy but I still said it.

"That was a really over-sentimental." He replied in a hushed tone, looking up to me. He blinked a couple of times, before holding in a yawn.

"Why are you so tired? It's not that late." I said, checking the clock on my desk.

"Claire wouldn't stop texting me last night and I didn't want to seem rude telling her to shut up." He murmured.

"Tell her you're trying to sleep then."

"I did! She wouldn't stop though." He cried.

"What was she even talking to you about?" He chewed his lip while trying to remember.

"Well at first she was whining about homework she got stuck on, then I think she was saying some things about you, and I think after that she was talking about your brother. I've forgotten the rest, I'm sure it was boring."

"My brother? My brother Damon? The one in the room across the hall? That brother?" I gawked, pointing to Damon's door. He just nodded and got out his phone, scrolling through the messages. "What did she say?"

"She said she thought he was, I quote, 'kind of cute'," He answered, "and that 'he seems cool'," He added, making quote marks in the air with his spare hand, which had unwound itself from my torso.

"And she was sober?" I questioned.

"Completely and utterly." He smiled, tiredly. Maybe she just liked him as a friend? But then why would she say he's cute? Unless it was in a completely platonic way. I hoped it was.

"Did you want to sleep?" I spoke after a while. He nodded slowly and sleepily, before crawling onto the bed, still fully clothed. "Did you not want something comfier to wear?" I chuckled, walking to my closet. Sam sat up as I threw a shirt at him. Hopefully on his smaller frame it would be slightly baggier than it was on mine.

"Just a shirt?" He asked, holding it up.

"And boxers, yeah." I shrugged. "Or did you want...?" I trailed off. He shook his head once and got up to change. I turned my back and got out one for myself, changing and throwing my clothes in a random corner. They landed with a soft thud next to my door. I switched off the light and managed to make it to the bed without tripping up on something. I slid under the covers next to Sam and pulled him close. "Night." I whispered.