tired yet? ||cashby||

Chapter 17

Cool, morning air seeped in through the window, touching my bare skin and chilling my body. Aware and conscious, I yawned and sat up, letting the blankets flutter to my waist like leaves in the wind. A feeling of incoherence and post-awakening confusion possessed me, but I still planted my feet on the ground anyways, and stumbled across the room. Shutting his window gently, I crawled back into bed with Austin, eager for his warmth.

Austin probably did have strange dreams, like he'd said. His lips pulled up into a smile every so often, or muttered something of a phrase or name. His eyebrows were the best, though; they scrunched up, and pulled together, and animated his face as he dreamt, leaving me wondering, wishing to be in his head.

Tucking my cold body into his, I pulled the blankets over us tighter and curled up into his side. Like a reflex, he reached out and wrapped both arms around me, resting his chin in my hair. Little grumbles drifted from between his lips.

"Alan," he whispered, eyes fluttering open. Suddenly, he sat straight up and rolled out of bed, leaving me cold and whimpering.

"No," I protested.

"Hang on," he called, dashing down the hall in his underwear. A minute later he came back, smiling, and slid back under the covers.

"I had to brush my teeth. I didn't wanna gross you out," he excused, laughing. I chuckled, too, and shrugged.

"I don't care," I mumbled, trying to regain some of the lovely warmth from before. Laying on our sides, we face one another, noses brushing. He intertwined our fingers between us, and my heart accelerated.

"So, how did you sleep?" he asked softly, brushing our lips together.

"Really good," I replied, trying to cuddle closer. "What about you?"

"Dreams," he replied. "I dreamt a plethora of good dreams. And slept very well," he added.

"A plethora?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Yes. It wasn't an array, or simply a bundle or variety. It was a plethora."

"Why are you so weird?" I whined, burying my head in his chest. "I can't understand anything you're saying."

"I had dreams about you, stupid," he laughed, kissing me gently. His mouth tasted really minty, and it made me smile into his lips.

"Like what?" I mumbled, and he shrugged.

"Sometimes they're really foggy. Sometimes I can't actually see you, but I just know that it's you, because I can feel it. And we hold hands, but not really." He furrowed his eyebrows. "I just- I wake up and I can still feel your hand in mine." His lips pulled up at the ends, so softly.

So I kissed them.

Again and again, until I was satisfied. I didn't need to ask questions; everything felt so right.

"What time is it?" he asked into my mouth.

"I don't know. Probably early, because its still chilly outside," I mumbled. It took me a second to realize just how comfortable I'd become with this person; we were laying in our boxers, totally entwined and talking about the weather.

"I know what we're gonna do today," he smiled excitedly.

"What?" I asked, and my interest peaked.

"It's a secret."

"Ew," I said in reply, closing my eyes and curling back into him. He sighed in adoration and held my back gently.
The room was still kinda dark, so I tried to go back to sleep. If anything, I just wanted to drift away again. Peaceful, resting things were always the best kind of things, and I found that to be true about myself, too; napping and deep sleep made me feel so relaxed and happy. Even more so, then, with the boy next to me.