Summer In Barcelona

S E V E N

Jorge had crawled into bed with the intention of sleeping for thirty minutes, maybe an hour. No, instead, he didn't wake up until he heard a knock at his door. The sun had already dipped behind the horizon and looked like it had been down for a while, he could see the stars twinkling merrily through his open balcony door. He groaned, rolling out of bed. Someone could've broken in; well they wouldn't really be breaking anything since the door was open. Jorge pulled the door shut quickly, before opening the other one. Benji was standing there, smiling brightly.

"You haven't eaten yet, right?" he asked. Jorge yawned.

"Aw, were you asleep?" Benji cooed, eyeing his closely. "Oh, shit, did I wake you?" he asked, looking a little guilty.

"Si" he nodded, not wanting to lie to him. Benji frowned. "Pero me alegro de que lo hicieras, si no lo hubieras hecho, no sé cuánto tiempo habría dormido" (But I'm glad you did, if you hadn't, I don't know how long I would've slept) he reassured, moving aside so Benji could step in.

"I was just thinking maybe we could make dinner together or something, Antonio has some guy over and I don't want to interrupt" he rolled his eyes, looking at him hopefully. Jorge smiled, sitting on the couch, hugging a pillow to his chest.

"Me alegra que me lo hayas preguntado, porque me muero de hambre." (I'm glad you asked, because I'm starving) he smiled. Benji relaxed sitting beside him. Jorge yawned again, resting his head on the pillow. He was still exhausted. Benji chuckled, walking to the kitchen. Jorge looked like he could use a little more sleep, so Benji let him while he ruffled through the cabinets, looking for something to eat. There wasn't much in the cabinets that could be collectively used for a meal, he had half of a box of angel hair pasta and a few lone cans of vegetables. The fridge, however, was full of fresh fruits and vegetables as well as plenty of yoghurt. Benji chuckled. A fruit salad would be good. He pulled out the strawberries, blueberries, grapes, and oranges out of the fridge, and got the bananas off the counter. He set everything on the counter, seeing that Jorge was still asleep. Benji set to work, washing, and drying the fruit, not wanting to eat any chemicals or dirt on them. It took a while for him to find the cutting board and knives since the kitchen was unfamiliar. He eventually did, beginning to chop the fruit into acceptable sized pieces. After that he grabbed the yoghurt and honey. Jorge whined in his sleep, stretching out on the couch. Benji shook his head smiling. He put yoghurt into two separate bowls, adding the fruit and drizzling honey on the top. He found a container of oats and sprinkled a few around the perimeter of the bowls. He was actually kind of proud of what he made; it was really cute. He walked over to the couch, crouching down beside it.

"Jorge?" he said softly, shaking his shoulder gently. He looked so peaceful, it hurt Benji to wake him up. But the boy hadn't eaten yet so at least he had a valid reason. Jorge mumbled unintelligibly, saying something about cats. Benji wasn't sure, but he continued. "Come on Jey" he shook him again, this time his eyes fluttered open.

"¿Qué?" (What?) he complained, stretching.

"I made dinner" he informed. "It's fruit ad yoghurt, because your cabinets were practically bare" he pointed out. Jorge nodded, rolling onto his side.

"Normalmente salgo con Noen para cenar" (I normally go out with Noen for dinner) he shrugged. Benji nodded, kissing his forehead.

"Come on sleeping beauty" he coaxed, pulling him up. Jorge accepted his bowl gratefully.

"Es tan lindo!" (It's so cute) he awed, taking a bite.

"Merci, Monsieur" he said in a French accent, causing Jorge to laugh. The two ate in silence, catching the other staring every few moments. Jorge finished first, taking his dishes into the kitchen, preparing to clean up. Benji watched him work, even after he finished, watching the way he scrubbed the dishes until they were clean, noticing the way his shorts clung to his legs, noticed the scar running along his calf. He was so beautiful. Benji stood bringing his own bowl over, wrapping his arms around Jorge's waist. Jorge smiled.