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(When I'm Crowned King)

  John paced around his luxurious bedroom, glancing occasionally at the clock residing on his desk nearby. The moon set the mood with a soft glow, the slight blue tinge reflected perfectly what John had been feeling.

  The heavy set eyes and slight hunch in his posture was more than telling that he hadn't been getting enough sleep. He heaved a sigh, a heavy hand running through his hair. The doors to the balcony had been thrown open, the soft billowing of the curtains was the only thing keeping the silence at bay.

  Tired wouldn't even begin to describe how he had been for the majority of the night. The exhaustion piled up, but it simultaneously mixed with the feeling of excitement and great anticipation.

  John gave up, sitting at the end of his bed, falling back in comfortable silence. The familiar sound of tapping on the glass door to the balcony met his ears, and his newly rejuvenated attitude shone through his appearance.

  He shot up, his eyes meeting the beautiful honeycomb brown eyes in front of him, "How I've missed you, Jaren," he spoke, a dramatic hand draped over his forehead.

  The boy chuckled in response, stepping into the tidied up room. The softness of his smile and the fondness of his eyes told John without a shadow of a doubt, that he missed him too. Before Jaren could even think to hold out his arms for an embrace, John was already out of his seat, entrapping him in an inescapable grasp.

  John breathed deeply, slowly taking in the scent of his lover: lavender. He had always smelled like lavender, and if he was really looking for it, there was a smidge of honey to be noticed as well. It soothed him easily as they stood together, gently swaying in the moonlight.

  The feeling of Jaren nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck as a sign of affection nearly caused his heart to burst. "Hello, my prince," Jaren mumbled, kissing John's cheek sweetly.

  John blushed at the name. It was his official title, after all. But, the effects it had on him when it left Jaren's lips was more than he had ever bargained for. It seemed to be sincere, and the undertones of real appreciation and care sealed the deal.

  Their foreheads touched as they slow danced together to the melodies that only they could hear. The beating of their hearts was the steady rhythm that kept them together in times like this. "I thought you weren't coming," John whispered, lifting his head to kiss his lovers forehead.

  Jaren grinned, the rosy complexion in his cheeks only gave him more of an appeal to John. "I wouldn't miss this for the world," he replied, earning a small scoff from the taller male. He gazed up at John, the man that he really, truly loved. Beauty mark and all. His complexion concerned the younger, bringing a hand up to rest on his cheek, "You look tired, John. Have you been sleeping?"

  The shake of John's head confirmed his suspicions that he had already known to be true. Truth be told, Jaren hadn't been sleeping much either. The time spent apart from each other took much more of a toll on them then they thought.

  The soft yawn from John's mouth was what had lead them to lounge together. With Jaren cuddled up against John's side, he felt like the whole world was right there in his grasp. He savored the feeling, rubbing a tentative hand along his back as he sighed with content.

  The extravagant duvet and sheets were warped around their bodies, tightly clinging in some places and loosely hanging about in others. The scene before John was the one thing he wanted to see for the rest of his life. The moon shining through his windows illuminated Jaren's features as he lied his head atop John's chest, and it looked like every dream he'd wished would come true.

  The only little detail keeping him aware that John was, in fact, very much awake was the feeling of Jaren tracing invisible patterns on his skin with his finger. He was quietly marking him as a work of art, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

  "I can't wait until I'm crowned king," John stated, running his hand through Jaren's hair. A smile tugged at his lips at he idea of his coronation day. "I could finally run things the way they were meant to be run."

  Jaren stopped his movements, enough to cause concern to linger in John's eyes for a moment too long. "John?" His lover hummed, squeezing his body closer to his, "Why do you love me?"

  Jaren had tilted his head to face John, his chin resting on the other boy's chest as he awaited an answer. "That is a good question, but I'm afraid that I don't have the right answer to it," he said, resting his hand on Jaren's shoulder. He noticed the raise of his lover's eyebrow, silently pleading him to elaborate. "There's too many reasons, I don't think I could pick one clear answer."

  Jaren turned his head to the side once more, hiding the blush that had crept up to his face. The gentle caress of John's thumb on his arm was the one small act that he had always melted over.

  "If I had to pick..." John started, using his free hand to brush the hair from his own face, "Your humility, or maybe the word is accountability. Jaren, it takes a lot to admit when you're wrong and to learn from your mistakes... and I think you handle that extremely well. I'd also have to pick your compassionate side." He leaned down to kiss the top of Jaren's head, as a plea to listen to the next statement, "You'd help anyone in need, no matter what. You love unapologetically, and I adore you for it. That's something I think you're teaching me, to be honest. I learn from you everyday, and I don't ever want to stop."

  Jaren sniffled, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes as John released his love ballad into the open. He tilted Jaren's head up with his finger, wiping the stray tears from his face with the swipe of his thumb. "Don't cry, Jaren, please."

  "I'm sorry," he muffled, wiping the wetness from the side of his face where the tears had dribbled down. "I just- when I look at you and I in comparison- we're terrifyingly different-"

  "Have I ever told you about the history of soulmates?" John asked, wishing to diverge Jaren from his dangerous train of thought. He shook his head, the sniffles growing quiet in expectancy of a reply. John had begun to stoke his fingers though Jaren's hair once more, subconsciously calming the other down. "Legend has it, that humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head made of two faces-"

  "Two faces?" Jaren asked, his inquisitive tone bringing small waves of delight to the older.

  "Mhm," he hummed, massaging the younger's back as he continued, "But, Zeus split them apart, forever condemning them to search for their others halves."

  "That sounds terrible," Jaren murmured, snuggling closer to John's side, legs entangled together under the mess of the covers of the bed.

  "For most people, it is," he whispers, gazing at the shadows displayed onto the intricate ceiling. "But I think I've already found my other half."

  Jaren smiled at the insinuation, bringing his head up to be level with John's, kissing his cheek. "Is this a proposal?"

  John chuckled in response, "Zeus split us apart because he feared our power," he rambled, leaning into Jaren as he hugged him closer, "If we ruled this kingdom together, we'd be unstoppable. The perfect duo."

  "I'd quite like that," Jaren acknowledged, resting his head on John's shoulder.

  "When I'm crowned king, I'll be able to call you my husband," John gushed, the large toothy smile on his face did nothing to contain his enthusiasm for the idea. "I can't stand to think of you with anyone else, Jaren."

  "And how do you know I'm the one?" Jaren asks, placing a hand on John's chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken at the idea of marrying his lover.

"When you smile, it damn near breaks my heart."