We Aren't Different [ BoyxBoy+ ]

. Chapter 14 .

It was dark but warm. Even though I was now awake, I didn't really feel like opening my eyes. They felt heavy anyway so I just laid there, hyperaware of all my other senses.

Eventually I started to notice two warm bodies of heat on either side of me. I still refrained from peeling my eyelids open just yet.

Two sources of warmth laid on either side of me, as I was positioned so I had been sleeping on my back, I could feel two connections with skin, one on either arm. My left arm was positioned at my side along with a hand intertwining mine. It was soft and felt so very gentle on the palm, however, the other side of the person's hand told a different story; rough and calloused, almost as if the owner of the body part abused it, thought of it as nothing more than something just there.

Reed.

Although I've only ever encountered him a few times one on one, his behavior relates to one with anger problems. Although I guess that's rather obvious, he abused his hands by punching anything he could. Sometimes those things included faces, I'd hope not often at all though.

The other source was more of a mystery though. A tad bit warmer, the said person hand wasn't tangled with mine as was Reeds, instead, their entire body clung onto my arm. The person was seemed like one of the smaller bunch, limiting to really just Colin.

I started to open my eye, welcomed with a dark room, besides the golden hue of the lighting from the hallway creeping from under the door. The window blinds had been shut but there was no light anyway. It was either very late at night or very early.

I every so slightly turned to see who else had been occupying the bed along with myself and to my suspicions it had been Reed and Colin. The two peacefully laid, eyes closed, lips partly separated and each with their own slow and paced breathing pattern. And holy fuck they were cute. Colin was just cute in general, that's a given. But Reed? He's just a man of another world. From all the times I've seen him, anger swam through his blood. A lost and frustrated look always drifted in his eyes. But now his guard was down, all of his conscious worries gone. His sleep face was really gorgeous.

We all had been snuggling I guess, appointing to the fact that we all were under the same blanket and the most space that separated any of us was a maximum of 3 inches probably. Colin had stolen most of the blanket leaving Reed to be with less coverage. During my short lived observation I had noticed dark patches spread all throughout the knuckles of Reed's hand, the dark purple, blue and red that covered his entire fist looked really painful. I wonder why he hadn't wrapped it or anything to protect it after.

I figured I should just head back to sleep again, only the right when I closed my eyes my mind drifted to everything that has happened. Dad almost killed me, Moms... dead... I felt my eyes burn for the thousandth time at the ache of her loss. And now I'm more lost than I ever have been.

With that I drifted off, feeling cold even though I was surrounded in heat.

Apologies for the tardiness of this chapter, and that it's a bit shorter but I promise the next one will be longer