{BxB} (Previously titled: The Tale of the Disappearing Boxers)
It all started with one too many shots of Fireball. I don't even like Fireball, but I was sad and I wanted to get drunk and it was the only liquor left at Tate's party. One shot led to a...
Footsteps pad along the hardwood floor in the hallway until they stop at the entrance of my room.
"Quoi?" What, my sister's loud voice asks, making me stir in my sleep.
"Chut! Regarde!" Quiet! Look! My dad's whisper makes my sister quiet down and I can't hear another sound. I start to fall back to sleep in an instant, having been barely awake, in the comfort and warmth of Cam's arms.
My brain suddenly realizes the problem and I wake up in an instant. I turn my head towards my bedroom door to check if my dad and sister really are there, or if it's a figment of my imagination. They're gone, but the door is ajar, indicating some type of interference with the entrance of my room. My heart rate goes up, what if they saw? I know Lili doesn't care, and my father would never hate me for it, but they will for sure use this against me for the rest of my life. Hey, remember when we caught you in bed with another dude? Haha!
Okay, that would probably never happen, but if my dad really did walk in, he saw some compromising intelligence that all pointed to me being not-so-straight. My face had been snuggled into Cam's chest and shoulder, our arms wrapped around each other, one leg in between each other's. Cam is still sound asleep, his hair a mess on top of his head as he snores lightly. I can't help but feel warmth while I watch him at the cusp of awakening, the sunlight falling on his dark brow and making him look so carefree. It's such a beautiful scene that I pretend to forget about calling off our little agreement.
"Cam," I whisper. "Time to wake up."
Cam grumbles slightly at the sound of my voice and, without opening his eyes, wraps his arms around my lifted head and pulls my face into his chest. I laugh at his childish reaction and try to wiggle away, attempting a muffled, "We have school today!"
"We're seniors, we don't need to go to school," he mumbles silently, letting go of my head a bit after I complain that I can't breathe.
I sit up and start tugging on his arm, "Come on," I whine. He sits obstinately in bed and refuses to move, keeping his eyes closed and letting out an occasional, "Nooooo..."
"Come on!" I laugh as I pull on his arm, trying to dislodge him from the bed. All of a sudden, he grabs my shoulders, presses me down and flips on top of me. My whole face is instantly flooded with red and with my surprise, I don't even try to push back. He smirks down at me, his flop of hair falling in front of his eyes and teasingly says, "Come on, Elias. Get up," all while still holding me down.
My face instantly pales when I remember that I heard my dad and sister walk into the room, hopefully in what was a lucid dream. Cam notices my face and concern floods his expression. "What's that matter? Am I hurting you?" He lets go of my shoulders instantly.
I sit there, unmoving. What if they're not okay with it? Even then, how do I face my dad knowing that he could me in bed with someone, regardless of gender? It's mortifying.
"I think...my dad saw us. I was kind of in between sleep and being awake, but I'm pretty sure he opened the door... and saw. Us. In bed." He crawls off of me and sits down besides me on the bed. My whole body melts as he grabs my hand and kisses it, "Whatever happens, I'm by your side."
I quickly snatch my hand away and lightly punch his shoulder, "Shut up, you're being sappy." To that, he grins and jumps off the bed, grabbing his shirt and slipping it on. I follow his initiative and start changing out of my pyjamas, going as quick as I can to slip a shirt and jeans on. Just because we've seen each other naked doesn't mean I'm comfortable changing around him, quite the opposite. Cam, on the other hand, seems to have no problem at all: after slipping his shirt on, he pulls his underwear off and gives me a full view of his glorious ass while reaching into his bag to grab a change of boxers. (Not that I'm checking him out or anything).
The fact that he brought a change of clothes with him to my house means that he totally anticipated that he would sleep over; it's good to know that he's as horny as I am.
My thoughts trail off to the realization I had last night. Now that it's daylight, and that I woke up next to him and fought and laughed with him, I'm hesitant to break off out friend with benefits agreement. My feelings are starting to be in some extremely dangerous territory and I need to stop whatever is going on with the two of us before I end up getting hurt.
I wait for him to put on his pants so that I can focus before approaching the topic.
"Uhm, Cam, I think..." He turns around to look at me with a big smile on his face, his green eyes twinkling.
"What? That I have the nicest ass ever?" He even has the audacity to wink at me and I lose all the fight in me. I roll my eyes at him and put a sweatshirt on: I'll talk to him about it tomorrow.
***
We arrive downstairs to eat, my parents and my sister already at the breakfast table eating. Lili is applying her eyeliner with an expert hand as she simultaneously butters a piece of toast, my dad is enthusing about the World Cup ("Ce Griezmann... quelle homme!") and my mother is pretending to be interested in his ramblings as she makes her mocha. I enter the room stoically, ready to face whatever they have to say, but none of them pay attention to us. Lili just points to the loaf of bread on the counter and says, without looking up from her hand mirror, "Might want to toast it, the bread's a little old." So Cam and I sit down at the table, casually, as my heart rate goes one thousand miles an hour. I know my family, there's no way none of them are going to comment.
Sure enough, my dad pipes up with his ridiculously thick French accent, "Sleep well?" and raises his eyebrows suggestively at the both of us. My mom suppresses a giggle and slaps his shoulder in reprimand while my sister snorts. Cam's face instantly become the color of a tomato and he coughs into his sleeve before chocking out, "Uhm, yeah, uhm, fine..."
My dad cackles and comments not so discreetly, "Quels bolosses ..." Such losers...
I give a little shout of indignation at that comment and my dad just ignores me to continue his rambling about soccer.
Lili looks at the both of us, finally done putting her eyeliner on, and says, "It's about time."
AN:
Bolosse = loser, here Elias's dad means it in a joking way, mostly referring to the fact that they're losers cause they're trying and failing at being secretive
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*me typing this chapter with my long ass acrylics after not posting for a couple weeks :)
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