Mi Cosmos.

"..." the smaller boy stays silent looking away from the boy twice his size, towering over him, gradually getting closer and closer to him. He says nothing, his face shows no emotion. Mateo still stays quiet, as now they are much closer than they were 5 minutes ago. Mateo just stares at his chest, unwilling to look Gabe in the eyes. his caramel colored curls covering Gabes view from up above. They stay like this for a few moments longer. The tension in the room getting stronger, the air getting thicker. Gabes hand makes connection with Mateos chest, slowly feeling up the length of his neck and to his jaw, where his lips once lay, his hand loosely grips the chin of the small boy beneath him. Being gentle but also demanding he raises the worried face up to look at him. "Look at my when I talk to you, Mi amor."