"Did you make sure to pack your coat?" Clay asked Justin, clearing things off of his mental checklist. For the billionth time, Justin said yes, and pointed to the item in question.
The days leading up to this moment, the day before they start their trip, were filled with excitement, anticipation, and a little bit of angst, seeing as though they were traveling out of state.
"Do you have your-" Clay started, before being interrupted.
"Yes Clay, I have everything other than the things I need until tomorrow, did we have to go over this a third time?" Justin asked, slightly irked by Clay's obsessive checking. Clay didn't answer, but still sighed, rubbing his temples.
Justin sensed his heightened level of stress, and walked over to him. He wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and planted a kiss on the side of his head. "Clay, babe, calm down. Everything's gonna be fine," he reassured. Clay nodded his head, leaning into Justin.
"I know. I just want to make sure we don't forget anything," he said, sighing once more.
"I'll tell you what. How about I make us some lunch, then we can put a movie on, and we can stop worrying about this?" Justin suggested. Clay thought about it, and nodded along to the idea. They went downstairs and into the kitchen, where Clay hopped up on the counter, and Justin bee-lined to the fridge.
"Any suggestions?" Justin asked, head tucked in the refrigerator. Clay shook his head, but remembered that Justin couldn't see him.
"Nope. Whatever you feel like making," he said, shrugging to himself. Justin snorted, and pulled out things to make sandwiches. This boy, Clay thought, rolling his eyes and smiling fondly.
Justin placed his ingredients down, and started the simple food. For comical purposes, Justin pulled on an ugly, brown and white striped apron with the slogan 'kiss the cook' embroidered on it. He held his hands out, and raised an eyebrow at Clay, who once again rolled his eyes.
"We don't wanna upset the apron gods, do we?" Justin asked, walking up to the boy on the counter. Clay offered his hand, and Justin grabbed it, letting Clay pull him in.
Before their lips could meet, Clay leaned in towards Justin's ear, smirking, then whispered "good chefs cook five star meals," and then pulled away, shooing Justin from between his legs. Justin scoffed, before it was his turn to smirk.
"No, I'm attracted to five star meals," he said, his voice hinting at something, before once again taking his place between Clay's legs, pulling their chests together.
Clay threw his head back, letting out a laugh from his stomach, making Justin smile like a dope. "That was smooth, Foley," Clay said cooly, before placing a soft kiss on Justin's lips. He pulled away, before whispering "now make me a sandwich." At which it was Justin's turn to laugh.
The two continued to talk while Justin made their lunch, and they sat down in front of the tv, using the roku to go on Netflix. They flitted through options, before finally deciding on a movie neither had seen yet. They ate their food fast, before cuddling up on the ridiculously small sofa.
Justin grabbed Clay's hand that was placed on his chest, before interlocking their fingers. Intimacy was something that wasn't completely present at the start of what they have, but the longer they were together, they became more and more comfortable with things like holding each other, and kissing. Clay was never really one for romance, but everything just felt so natural with Justin. He hated sounding cliche, so he never admitted that he gets butterflies around the older boy, and he feels something within him that wants to take everything that the boy has to offer.
Justin had broken Clay out of the shell that constricted his sensitive side. He would never admit it, but he's always wanted that romance you would see on tv, with soul mates and true love. And he feels that he sees it with Clay. He truly wanted nothing more than to smother the boy in affection, and do things only love-stricken boys would do.
The boys had grown accustomed to the little things the other would do, like when Clay would give his crooked smiles, being in his best state of mind, or when he would stop himself from trying to correct Justin on the little things as to not make the boy feel lower. Or when Justin would wrap his arm around Clay and make sure he watched his step, and when he would catch him when he didn't watch careful enough. The two could write paragraphs on what they liked about each other, and the little things they do.
"Well, that was a good movie," Clay said, sitting up once the credits were rolling. Justin also slowly sat up, and stretched his back.
"We should go on a walk," Justin said out of the blue, making Clay raise an eyebrow.
"Where'd that idea come from?" He asked.
"I don't know, I just want to take a walk for some reason," he admitted.
"Well... okay I guess," Clay agreed, and they put their shoes on, and went for a walk.
