Son of Calypso (h20vanoss)

~Chapter Nine~

"......."

Jonathan was in his room reading a book; one very familiar to him. Vanoss entered the room quietly, his face fixed upon the man sitting on the sofa. He went up behind him and peered over his shoulder.
"What are you reading there?," he asked.
"Just a book," Jonathan answered.
Vanoss placed his hands on Jonathan's shoulders and started to massage them slowly. The man below didn't pay attention to him, still captivated in his read. Vanoss lowered his head to the back of Jonathan's neck kissing it slowly, burying his nose in his brown hair. Jonathan gripped his book a little tighter. Jonathan was going to make a remark, but Vanoss's touch left, and he walked around to sit next to him.
Vanoss wrapped one arm around his waist, leaning the man against his chest. Jonathan didn't pay attention still. Vanoss looked over the words in the book he was reading.
"The tragic tale of Davy Jones?," Vanoss asked.
"My mother used to read this to me," Jonathan answered.
Vanoss and Jonathan kept silent as they relaxed on the sofa together. Soon it started to get late, and Vanoss patted Jonathan's arm lightly.
"Dinner should be ready now," he mumbled in Jonathan's ear.
He just tossed the book on the small table in front of him, and got up. Vanoss didn't understand why Jonathan didn't like him yet, but he hope for it to change soon. At dinner he watched Jonathan make conversation with his friend Lui; observing what would get him to open up. But nothing gave him clues. Dinner was then over, and everyone went back to their rooms.
Vanoss entered Jonathan's room silently, seeing the man on the sofa. Going in for a closer inspection, he found him asleep, the locket he rescued from disappearing into the blue in his hand. Vanoss picked Jonathan up like a child, carrying him to the bed and laying him down in the covers. He also got into bed with Jonathan, laying his head down on the soft pillows. He remembered what happened earlier that morning.
*flashback*
"What's wrong Vanoss?," Sydney asked.
"Sydney," Vanoss sighed, "I'm ending this."
"Ending what?"
"This relationship."
"What?! Why?!"
Before Vanoss could answer, Vanoss noticed somebody coming down the stairs. He looked up and saw Jonathan walking almost too gracefully for a man. He wore a blue shirt with tan riding pants, a pair of chestnut colored boots. A very, very attractive man he was. He casted Vanoss a small smile; Sydney turned around and gave out her own smile when she saw him.
I have to end this relationship before I regret it, Vanoss said to himself.
*end of flashback*
I just gotta work things through, he blinked subconsciously.
He wrapped his arms around Jonathan's waist, pulling him towards him so that he could hold something while he fell asleep. Jonathan started squirming in his sleep. Sweet started aligning his forehead. Vanoss sat upright, looking at the distressed man below him
"Jonathan?"