Witness (boyxboy)

Chapter 10: Sailing Some Ships

I wake up with a flash of pain in my side as something heavy slams into me.

"Wake up!" The culprit whines at me, his blue hair messy from moving around in his sleep.

Michael groans at the noise, his eyes fluttering open. We're pressed against each other like we were when we fell asleep, having hardly moved, surprisingly.

Austin is draped across the two of us like a little kid waking up his parents on Christmas. He's staring at us expectantly with large blue puppy dog eyes. I laugh tiredly and ruffle his hair, making his dimples appear once again. He hops up excitedly and grins down at me. "Breakfast is ready!" He practically shouts before racing out of the room. He acts like he's never had breakfast before.

Michael chuckles. "He's like a little kid." I nod with a smile I can't hold back and turn to him.

I tiredly kiss his forehead, making him still as I bury my face in his hair. His hair smells sweet, like berries. It's kind of funny, because he doesn't exactly seem like the berry type.

He clears his throat awkwardly. "We should go eat," he says, avoiding eye contact.

I mentally slap myself.

I probably shouldn't have kissed him.

I frown and sigh, releasing him and rolling out of bed. I stand up and stretch, facing the window. It looks like it's going to rain.

The weather is controlled by the government, so it rains and doesn't rain when we do or don't need it to.

"I'm gonna take a shower," I tell the blonde quietly. I turn to find him sitting up in my bed, looking at me. He nods and stands up in his now wrinkled boxers and runs a hand through his hair, making his muscles ripple with the movement.

"Have a nice shower," he tells me awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably.

I chuckle. "You better hope I don't have too nice of a shower," I tease with a wink. He flushes bright red and throws a pillow at me when I burst out laughing.

I grab the pillow and hit him with it, making him laugh as well. He grabs another one and war breaks out. He smack him with the fluffy pillow, only to have a pillow slammed into my side.

Giggling madly, I rush forward with my pillow at the ready, only to slip on Michael's jacket as it lays on the floor. With a small cry of surprise, I accidentally knock into Michael, making us both fall to the floor. We land with a thud and mutual groan. Pushing myself up, I flush at the position we're in. My hands are on either side of Michael's head, and my knees are on either side of his waist, in a straddling position. Our faces are less than a foot apart, and we're staring at each other with mad blushes across our cheeks.

"Heh, sorry," I say lamely, biting my lip.

How did we go from a pillow fight to me straddling him?

He laughs nervously and bites his lip.

Oh, no, don't do that.

I feel my breath hitch when he nibbles on the soft pink skin. He seems to notice it, too, because he flushes a brighter red.

Gah, don't do that either!

He looks so adorable. I'm tempted to lean down and take his bottom lip between my own teeth, having to hold back a shudder at the thought. His hand slowly cards through the hair at the back of my head and guides me closer whilst I'm internally screaming in excitement. "Finally!" My brain screams at me as our breath mingles.

"Hey, guys, what's taking you so- oh." Damien walks in and stops in surprise as he looks at us. We scramble away from each other as if burned, and I'm sure we both blush heavily.