Between Waves and Clouds

24 - You and me, p2

Okay, I know I said I'd try to not put important facts in the previous chapter, but I did (sorry). So for those who had skipped it, here's two things you need to know.

1. It was Frost's first time (yeah it's important to know that for their relationship).

2. They have started using pet names :)

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When Nuffink woke up, he was filled with a feeling of fullness like he had never known before. He felt perfectly rested, his heart light, a smile creeping on his lips. It was the first time he was waking up that serene. He could still remember the morning routine he had fallen in. Despite his travelings and all the good it did to him, he still happened to have troubles getting up. Fighting heavy eyelids, lifting a groggy body which hadn't recovered enough strength during a restless night, chasing away negative thoughts...

But that day, there was none of it. There was nothing but a soft warmth in his chest. His mind seemed free from all negative feeling and sorrow. The only thought that came in his mind was how he wanted this moment to last.

The first thing he saw when opening his eyes was the ceiling of a cave, bathed in light. The afternoon sun light burned his eyes and blinded him, telling him the fog surrounding the island had lifted. He closed his eyes, grunting, resting his forearm on them in try to sooth the pain, then turned on his side.

He then felt the chill wind blowing on his back and bottom, reminding him he was naked. Memories flooded back in his mind. He saw Frost's face, so red it seemed about to explose, he remembered the feeling of his body against his, and how he had felt inside of him. His face flushed to the memory, and the warmth spread anew in his chest.

Puting a hand on his chest, he realised what it was, and by which miracle he had managed to sleep that well. Never before did he had felt that rested and light, because never before did he had felt that happy. He was happy. He had found happiness. His smile returned, broad and bright, enlightening his whole face, and his heart raced again to the simple thought of the white-haired boy. Nuffink wanted to see him, and opened his eyes again to look for him.

He didn't have to search for long as he found the boy laying next to him, sound asleep. His naked pale body seemed to shine in the sunlight. The boy squinted his eyes and stirred slightly, he seemed about to wake up, making the viking smile even more. Nuffink felt the urge to hold him close, kiss him and thank him over and over again for making him discover what were love and happiness. But his body refused to move.

He stayed there, laying on his side in a not-so-comfy position, eyes lingering on the former merman. He stared at his peaceful sleeping face, the beauty of his features, remembered the curves of his body now half hidden under a blanket, got mesmerized by the blue and silver highlight in his hair, shining in the light, and pictured in his mind the deep and hypnotizing color of his closed eyes.

He was unable to say how long he stayed like this, he couldn't care less actually, he could do it for the rest of his life. His heart was beating fast, quickening his breath. It was what the boy was doing to him, with his sole presence. The young blond man took the time to enjoy his feelings. He wouldn't trade anything against this moment, and wanted it to last forever.

Eyes lingering on the pearly skin, he noticed something he had not seen before. On Frost's forearm stood a white line, tracing his skin from elbow to wrist, on the outside. It looked like a tattoo, and the viking remembered that was were had stood a translucent silver white fin before. He wondered if Frost had similar marks everywhere he had fins when he had been a merman. He didn't really paid attention to that when they had made love, his mind fogged by lust had rathered focus on the curves of the boy's thin body and the flesh sensations. These memories fogged up his mind again.