My Beautiful Bus Boy

For Me

The soft glow of the sun pressed up against the dark, heavy curtain that covered the window, allowing small rays of light to glitter the void room. Emitted light stretched over and across the bed. The warmth embraced the two bodies holding each other, legs tangled and arms wrapped around hearts.

Torsos pressed so close together, they could become one. The smaller had his face burried into the crook of the taller's neck, his soft, hot breaths fanned gently against sensitive skin, lips barely marked the flesh. His nose nuzzled in a spot right under the jaw, inhaling the sweet scent that will forever be imprinted on his very soul, down to his core.

He shifted, his nose rubbing against the neck it was burried into. His dark lashes fluttered against his pale cheeks, and his fingers gripped gently at the strands of hair they were tangled in while his other hand tugged at the fabric of the taller's shirt as his body instinctively stretched out its stiff muscles.

He squirmed again, pulling his face from its safe spot and his arms wrapped around the taller's broad shoulders. He rubbed his legs together with the latter's, his body loving how secure it feels. Once he felt the arms that were around him, restrict him from backing away any further, he settled in the spot and scrunched his nose before letting his eyes flutter open.

The light was too dim to affect his vision and it felt nice to not be blinded first thing in the morning. His eyelids, however, were still heavy as his body was still trying to lull itself awake. He stretched out his back and took a deep breath in, eyes clenching shut and hands gripping whatever they could.

Once he opened his eyes again, he realised he was not the only one in the bed he layed in. He immediately felt his heart jump when his gaze fell upon sharp features and messy hair. His eyes went wide and his body stiffened. He was not used to waking up to such a thing, having another be beside him while he slept, holding him when he woke. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about it first thing in the morning.

He let his eyes wander to the plump lips that were parted slightly, soft releases of breath puffed out every two seconds (yes, he counted). The sight made him feel calm and it made him conclude that there was nothing to freak out over. This is how it's supposed to be and this is how it's going be.

And he doesn't mind it one bit. If this is how life will treat him from now on, he'd be more than pleased to live the rest of his life as so. For this man who holds him and breathes him life, is only human. A person giving everything to the person he feels strongly for. And if that is what life is gifting him, than he is thankful. He couldn't be anymore so.

His lips curled up in the slightest and he could feel his body relax, his being sank into the hold of the man next to him. He gently layed one hand on the latter's cheek, careful not to wake him. He pressed his forehead against the other and closed his eyes against the flesh before him. He breathed in deep, a certain scent lulling under his nostrils. He smelled cinnamon and smiled at the sweet, intoxicating odor.

He swears he could almost feel his sweet tooth tingle. The thought of something sweet to eat protruded his mind and before he knew it, his stomach let out a loud growl, hungry for food. He felt his cheeks swell with heat and he gradually grew shy. He knew the latter was asleep and that he didn't hear but, the chance that he could have made him cringe and blush like crazy.

Then, he heard a small chuckle and felt the arms around him tighten, "Cute. You're hungry?" The latter's deep voice grumbled out, barely audible. He breathed in deep and brought the smaller closer to his body, the feeling of their bodies pressed together felt too good. He held the back of the smaller's head with his hand and nuzzled his face against the smaller's.

"Y-You were awake?" Baekhyun whispered, his body tingling from embarrassment. His body pooled with heat as shyness engulfed his whole being. He wanted to curl in on himself now knowing that Chanyeol heard his grotesque call for something to eat. He felt Chanyeol's hold around him tighten as the taller lazily nodded his head, his hair tickling Baekhyun's forehead, "Mhm, I felt you 'oving 'round." Chanyeol slurred sleepily.