palm trees on the beach

i love you (cyrus & tj)

(they're 17&18 in this cause i feel weird writing about middle schoolers.)

tj was on the brink of consciousness, as he fought it to get more sleep. he soon gave up and opened his eyes. the bright blue wallpaper made him question his surroundings, for they were different than the usual black of his bedroom. tj's thought process had been interrupted as small, breathy snores filled the barely-echoing room. tj melted at the sight before him.

cyrus goodman, the only kid who could make drool look adorable. the still-sleeping teenager produced mumbled sleep talk and scooted closer towards tj. the taller of the two watched as cyrus nuzzled into his neck and whimpered in delight as his new position pleased him. this action, on the account of how cute it was, earned cyrus a kiss on the forehead. tj, now stuck, decided on running his hand through the other's hair and play with the soft, brown locks. the other hand was gently rubbing cyrus' back to better soothe him. the body heat that grew in volume between the two made tj feel at home; he never felt more secure before. no one else was there to back him up in the matter, but tj swore that he could feel cyrus purr every other rise and decline of their chests. he soon felt himself getting sleepy again, and allowed the matched heartbeat of the couple to lull him back to sleep.

cyrus awoke an hour later, as he carefully sat up straight when he first opened his eyes. as he stretched, a pair of muscular arms wrapped around his waist in an attempt to pull him back onto the mattress.

"theo, stop. i have to pee." cyrus faintly giggled his sentence out, for the image of tj in a large t-shirt and boxers was one cyrus never wanted to forget.

"... kiss me...before you go."

"no. you probably have morning breath." cyrus swung his legs off the bed and took three steps before a noise froze him right there. "baby, don't be like that."

holy shit.

the mixture of being called tj's baby with his morning voice made butterflies swarm in cyrus' stomach. he looked towards the bed and noticed that the boy with the fluffy hair still had his eyes closed. goodman took this as an opportunity to jump on top of his boyfriend, startling him just enough to get away with it, but without actually hurting tj. their faces were so close to each other that the warmth of their now heavy breathing traveled to each other's face. cyrus smiled slowly before closing the distance between their lips. although being a little chapped, cyrus thought that tj had the most intoxicating lips. meanwhile, tj has literally dreamt about how soft his boyfriend's lips were. his toes curled at how gentle those lips danced with his own, being pillow-soft and just as heavenly as tj remembered them to be. they could've gone on for hours; cyrus' small moans vibrating against tj's lips making it harder to break away. cyrus eventually did, planting a small kiss on his nose as he stood. "you don't know what that morning voice does to me." cyrus happily exclaimed this while heading inside the bathroom.

tj tried his best, but failed at not staring at the boy walking into another room. he thought himself to be the luckiest guy in the world.

"come back... i miss you."

cyrus poked his head out with a toothbrush in hand, and his mouth partly filled with foaming toothpaste. "im busy. you come here." tj took no time whatsoever to get to his bathroom. he walked in behind cyrus and wrapped his arms around his small frame. the smaller of the two rinsed and turned toward tj. their longing contact was filled with security and calming. cyrus eventually ended up on the counter as his boyfriend wanted him closer, as if that was physically possible.

tj began placing small kisses along cyrus' neck, starting as baby pecks and eventually becoming ones that will leave marks. tj kinda liked leaving marks on cyrus. cyrus kissed tj's forehead and began gently scratching the crown of tj's head. kippen could've let his body go limp at the action; he always loved cyrus' affectionate actions. he pretended to fall asleep in the other's arms by snoring as loud as he possibly could. cyrus playfully shoved him, but pulled him back to still give the warmth he was used to.