Wilder

16.

Wilder plopped down next to me, and I got the movie started. It was a horror, the first thing I found online. A mouthful of popcorn and the almost distant warmth of the gorgeously skinny boy next to me, the evening was bound to be a success.

A good old gore scene to get the mood started, I almost rolled my eyes at the plot.

"Oi", I called in a whisper, and all I got in return was a disinterested look. Wilder needs to work on his social behavior, "Come here"

"Hmmm?", he scooted over, appearing bored, giving me a suspicious look when I snuck my arm around his shoulder. I pulled Wilder in my arms by surprise, settling him between my legs before he could protest.

"What are you...?", he tried to get up, but I hugged his torso, burying my head in his neck.

"I'm cold", I whined into his skin, feeling him lightly tremble under the touch of my lips.

"Get a blanket", a phlegmatic voice said, and I giggled before looking up at the movie and resting my chin on his shoulder.

"But you'll get scared"

"I won't", one of his hands pulled on mine lightly, but I only hugged him tighter.

"Well I will", I said in a girly voice, "So be my knight in shiny armor and protect me"

I heard a slight gasp when he cracked a smile, and I couldn't help but feel happy at this rare expression of emotion. He didn't say anything else after that, and he relaxed in my grasp after a few minutes. The extremely blonde girl in the movie made all the wrong movies and yet managed to survive despite the odds, and I raised my eyebrows at the ridiculousness of the special effects. I was just about to get up and change the movie when something stole my attention.

Wilder was tracing circles on his right arm with long fingers, his breathing so even and normal I knew it was unconscious. It took me about ten seconds to realize he was tracing his scars, and I frowned at the thought.

"Are there many?", I asked, breaking the silence, and he flinched at the sudden noise.

"What?", he asked, startled, and I took his hands, running my rough fingers up and down his skin in the most gentle manner I could muster.

I didn't answer him, and he let out a surprised gasp when I traced the lines on his skin in the same fashion as he did, shaking my hand off and pulling his sleeve down a second later.

"You don't have to hide them", I said, kissing his neck as to make him relax, "It's fine"

I had an illusion his hand was slightly shaking when I took it again, and his breaths got heavy as my fingers got in the rhythm of soothing movements.

I could never imagine something could be more intimate than kisses and sex, but believe me, this was so much more.

It took five minutes and a few more kisses for him to finally stop being so tense and lean back onto me. After some time of silence, I heard Wilder's breathing get softer and more silent, and I realized he had dozed off while I wasn't looking.

He mumbled something a second later and snuggled into my shirt, making a slight smile land onto my lips. The crescent moon on the edge of the window, a cold wind blowing against the glass, the body of the person I desire in a lot of ways in my arms.

His head lying on my shoulder, light torso moving in the rhythm of my breaths. He appeared more human and perfect than ever before, and his breath was so hot against my skin.

This might easily be one of the nights I'll never forget.

God, Wilder is so golden.