Boys This Young

16|Faith

Kisses.

On his lips, on his cheeks, on his neck.
Kisses he remembers feeling in the sunlight, when the dawn stretches out and through his window. In the bed he laid in with...beauty. Kisses he receives when the whole sky is dark and it's just him, that body on him like warmth and pressing stars to his face with every peck. Kisses like redemption, begging forgiveness and dripping with compassion.

Kisses like home, and like they belong.
Kisses unfamiliar and taboo.

Dan laid down on what was once Troye's bed, but now belonged to no one. Currently, it was occupied by two souls, bodies laid on the sheets in comfort. One in slumber, fully clothed, the other only in their underwear and eyes wide open, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling.

Dan.

He was chewing his lip as the sun dropped off his eyelashes, and the blinds casted aesthetic patterns on his cheeks, lightly dotted with freckles if you looked close enough. You didn't have to look very close to see the hickeys adorning his chest, the purple marks on his collar and red ones on his neck. The sensitive love bites all along his form.

They were guilt reminders. Every single one.

If nude lips could stain, he'd be an art piece.
Kisses; like paint brushes on the canvas that was his skin.

He heard knocking, and he came to his senses, sitting up in surprise at who would be here this early in the morning. His first class today didn't start until eight. So he sat there with a hangover and guilty thoughts pounding at his skull, while someone pounded on his door.

He got up and hesitantly opened the door, being met with pretty green eyes and curly brown fringe a little lighter than his own. "Hello, Daniel."

"Connor?"

"Yep, your fav. I've been hanging with Phil and-" Connor glanced down at Dan's bare chest and neck, seeing the hickeys all along the skin. He narrowed his eyes. "And I...what...whose are those?"

Dan suddenly blushed and quickly shook his head. "I...it's not what it looks like!"

Connor crossed his arms. "Really, because it looks like you did something a little intimate with someone that wasn't your boyfriend. I know he wasn't here last night."

"No!" Dan said, but then he guilty shook his head. "I mean, yes, but-"

Suddenly Connor smacked Dan, right across his face. "You two timing whore!"

Dan's eyes widened from the shock of the impact, and he could barely hear as Connor scolded him angrily.

"Phil's been alone at the apartment for fucking days wondering how he can change himself to make you fucking happy, and spending all his money on you, even though you don't want it, and trying to be the best boyfriend he can for you because he loves you and you go behind his back and fucking do this?"

"Connor, I-"

"He was scared to even kiss you last weekend and he just wants you guys to be happy again, and that boy would give his life for you! And you can't even be adult enough to really talk to him and instead you cheat on him? Are you kidding me? He was right, you really just fucking need attention, don't you?"