"You're not moving," he breathed out, not even bothering to hide his glances down at TJ's lips.
The other boy noticed this, smiling slightly and bringing a hand up to cup the side of Cyrus' face.
"Neither are you," he murmured back.
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It was late evening and the sun was setting in Shadyside, casting a warm glow onto Cyrus' bedsheets as he sat opposite his boyfriend.
His boyfriend. His actual boyfriend. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be used to calling TJ that, and every time he remembered he could a jittery feeling filled his stomach.
"TJ, you do realise it's just us here, right?"
The boy laughed slightly at that, shifting his position to sit cross-legged. "Yeah, but you only really need two people for truth or dare, right?"
Cyrus looked at him in confusion for a moment, trying hard to figure what his intentions were, before resigning with a small shrug. "I guess that's true. Let me just open a window first, it's getting warm in here."
He stood up from his bed and padded over to the window, fumbling with the lock for a moment before managing to push it open. Cool evening air immediately began to flood the room, accompanied by the soft sounds of breeze gushing by.
Cyrus turned back to TJ, who had a mischievous smile on his lips now.
"What?" he asked, smiling as approached the boy and sat back down.
"Nothing," TJ assured him, although the glint in his eye seemed to suggest otherwise, "you can go first."
Cyrus hummed. "Okay then. Truth or dare?"
"Truth," he replied after a moment's hesitation.
Cyrus looked around the room for a moment as he tried to think up a question he could ask. The sliding door to his wardrobe was opened slightly, and through it, he could see the shirt he'd worn to Buffy's first try-outs for the girl basketball team.
A random idea entered his head, and he was blurting out the question before he'd even thought it through.
"Do you actually like blueberry macadamia muffins?"
TJ's eyes widened momentarily. He looked back at Cyrus for a moment, blushing as though he'd been caught red-handed.
"Um...why did I suggest this game again?"
"I knew it!" Cyrus cheered through giggles, giving the boy a playful shove, "you don't even like them that much! I thought Buffy was just trying to get my hopes when she said you wanted me to bake them instead of buy them."
"I thought it'd be cute!" TJ argued, but he was smiling now too, "and I mean, hey. We ended up having fun, didn't we?"
"Yeah," Cyrus agreed, face softening, "we did."
There was a pause, then the mischievous expression from earlier was returning to TJ's face. "Okay. My go now."
"Should I be scared?" Cyrus asked him, only half-serious.
