𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 | dealor

stir fry & kisses

"How have you been?"

John was walking into the living room from the kitchen carrying a tray of tea and biscuits. He clutched onto the tray tightly and his cheeks turned a light pink when Roger spoke.

"Could be better but.. you know." John replied, setting Roger's tea in front of him, the blonde emitting a quiet 'thank you'.

Roger took the mug and held it to his lips, not taking his eyes off of John. He was even more beautiful than he imagined. He wanted to kiss the little mole on his upper cheek and poke his finger into the dimple when he smiled.

The two sat in silence for a mere five minutes. It wasn't exactly an awkward silence but it wasn't the most comfortable either.

"Are you happy i'm here?" Roger wondered, treading lightly. John didn't reply, he just nodded and leant back on the sofa, placing his head on Roger's shoulder and shutting his eyes.

"Tired?" Roger smiled, letting out a tiny laugh. John nodded again. He looked so small and innocent in the blonde's arms, Roger never wanted to let him go.

"Okay." He whispered, tightening his arm around the sleepy brunette. They sat on the sofa watching the television, basking in each other's warmth and embrace.

They both woke up on the sofa around two hours later. Neither of them remembered falling asleep, but neither of them found themselves complaining. John still had his head on Roger's shoulder, some of his blonde hair in his mouth. He squirmed at the taste and brushed it away.

Roger grumbled and nuzzled in closer to John's shoulder, making the younger boy giggle and snuggle closer into him. He had been alone in his Nonna's empty house for days now and he craved the closeness Roger was currently giving him.

It was crazy that Roger just spontaneously hopped on a flight to just 'check on him'. It was single handedly the kindest and most loving thing anybody had ever done for him. He couldn't imagine the amount of money Roger spent just getting here, and John couldn't help but feel guilty. Neither of them were the richest of the bunch, so Roger spending his hard earned money to travel to Italy to see John was mind blowing to the brunette.

John took a couple moments to just look at his blonde companion. He had the smoothest and brightest skin and the peachy colour it had complimented his shiny blue eyes perfectly. His long, black eyelashes lay delicately on his upper cheek as his chest lifted up and down, up and down. And John couldn't help but gaze at his lips. His perfect pink, pouty lips which John desperately wanted to kiss but he knew it wouldn't be a good idea. He was the one who proposed they stay just friends at the moment, and he was going to keep that pact.

Some of Roger's hair lay over his eyes as he subconsciously tilted his face towards John's chest. John brushed the locks away softly, not wanting to wake the blonde just yet. He must be so tired from his travelling, he deserved his beauty sleep.

But alas, that plan didn't really work out, as not a moment later, Roger opened his eyes, blue meeting grey. (A/N i can never tell what exact colour John's eyes are so lets just go with a bluey greeny grey)

"Hello." Roger's gruff waking-up voice sounded out, and John stifled a giggle.

"Hello sleepyhead." He teased, smiling down at the cushion marks imprinted on Roger's cheeks.

"Hey, if I remember correctly, you were asleep as well!" The blonde replied, raising his head from his sleeping position. His hair was all scruffy and knotted, sticking up in random places. John wanted to run his hands through it.

"Mhm, you're right. I was shattered."

Roger nodded slowly in agreement. "What time is it?"

"Around 4, I think. We've been asleep for a good couple hours."