Everything about the love those two boys shared, it hurt them at times, but lord knows they needed it. They were there for each other from the beginning. They lifted each other up in their lowest points. They comforted and protected each other. They were each other's babies.
They drove each other mad with love. They expressed it often when they were alone. Cuddling and kissing and love making. Paul's whines and moans were music to Art's ears. They drove him to grind harder and harder until they both collapsed into each other in a mess of panting and wet bedsheets. They would lie there in each other's arms. They were most safe and content there. Cradling each other until they drifted off to sleep. Nothing could break their bond, they were untouchable.
On winter nights they'd grab all of the pillows and blankets they could and they'd wrap around each other under all the layers. And in the summer during heat waves they would crank up the air conditioning and sleep with nothing on the bed but each other. Life together was truly bliss for the both of them. Whenever they had arguments it would end in one or both realizing that it was silly and bringing attention to it and immediately apologizing.
When they were hungry and too lazy to cook they'd walk down the street to the closest diner and they'd order two burgers and cokes. Satisfied with their meal they'd usually go back home and curl up in a ball together on the couch and sit in a comfortable silence.
The night was just about their favorite time of day. They'd tuck each other in and whispered back and forth how much they meant to each other. Paul would usually have his head to Art's chest and he'd contentedly listen to his heartbeat. Every beat it was beating was for him. They belonged to each other. No one could get either of them as long as the other was around.
They were perfect for each other. Their bodies fit together flawlessly as well as their hearts and minds. They were willing to do nearly anything to make each other happy. They were in love.
