Book 3: Saving Scars {BoyxBoy}

Chapter 12

One thing Kieran never expected in his life was the possibility he would ever wake up to something as beautiful as what he woke up to now. His eyes fluttered open, landing on a ceiling he had come to recognize as his, but the usual emptiness he would feel in the morning wasn't there. Instead, he felt warm, oh so warm and content, with the incredibly beautiful sound of soft breathing in his left ear. He rolled his head to the side and looked down to see Seth was fast asleep at his side, in the same position he'd been in after falling asleep, his left arm folded up against Kieran's chest, their hands locked together. Kieran's left hand was still tangled in Seth's soft hair, and the smile that broke over Kieran's face nearly hurt as he stared at Seth.

His lips were parted, his cheek pressed against Kieran's shoulder, steady, calm breaths leaving his mouth. He looked so peaceful, Kieran couldn't bear the thought of waking him up. So he just laid there, his right thumb caressing over the back of Seth's left hand. Seth murmured in his sleep, his arm moving higher, and Kieran laughed softly as he turned his head so his face was buried in Seth's hair. He frowned a moment later as his eyes landed on the many scars on Seth's left wrist, and his fingers slipped over them gently.

The fact Seth had been in so much pain made Kieran furious with himself, and with the people who hurt the gentle boy, but he was also happy, and convinced that while Seth was with him, he would be safe. He'd have to tell that to Lex.

After a few minutes of lying peacefully with Seth, Kieran started to move, detaching himself from Seth's grip and sliding out from under the covers. He pulled the sheets and comforter up over Seth's shoulders and kissed his forehead before moving quietly around his room, pulling clean clothes from his closet and making his way down the stairs and into the bathroom. He took a quick shower before throwing on his jeans and tugging the button up flannel over his shoulders, leaving it open as he grabbed a towel to dry his hair.

His apartment, as usual, was very quiet, but it was different that morning, because Kieran knew that just upstairs, tucked comfortably, safetly under the blankets, was the one person in his life who ever managed to steal his heart completely. It was the same studio loft, the same furniture, but looking at it now, knowing that he wasn't there alone....it seemed so much more beautiful and perfect. If Kieran had known Seth being there would make him feel so content, he would've stolen him months ago!

Kieran paced the apartment for a long time, chewing on his nails. Seth would probably wake up soon, but Kieran wanted to do something for him, like.....breakfast in bed! Perfect!

Upstairs, Seth was slowly waking up, barely paying attention to the clanging of pans and shuffling footsteps down stairs. He stretched his arm out, expecting to feel Kieran, but when his hand hit cool sheets, his eyes fluttered open, and he propped himself up on his elbow, rubbing at his eyes. He looked around, pausing when he heard muttering from downstairs.

"How do I....how does this even work? Wait....no, I can do this part," there was a pop, "Shhh, no I can't, let me try something else."

Seth lifted a hand to his mouth and giggled a little, pushing the covers back and creeping over to the railing, leaning over it and looking down to see Kieran was flitting about in the kitchen, several things in his arms, confusion twisting his face. Seth giggled again and set his elbows on the railing, setting his chin in his hands as he watched his boyfriend in amusement.

Kieran was staring at a book, his brow curled in frustration as he held two eggs in one hand, and a bag of flour in the other, "Okay, so....how much flour? Three cups.....wait, what?" he looked around, picking up a coffee mug, "So...any cup, right? This'll work," he returned to the flour, scooping three coffee cups of it into a bowl before picking up the eggs, "And three eggs. How do I do this. Crack the eggs. What? How do I....," he stared down at the small white oval, turning them around in his hands, "Crack them? Okay, so," he lifted one egg, smashing it against the counter and gasping, "Oh shhhh-shoot! What the heck?"