I never conquered, rarely came. | | Stickyspiderlips
"Just a jerk." Alois insisted, his forearm resting over his forehead. Recapturing his breath, he watched Pierce watch him and tried not to squirm in self conciousness over the fact that his shirt was still ridden up over his stomach. It was okay when they were up close. Passion and lust distracted from the flesh, but now he was simply vulnerable.
Pierce moves soon enough, though, coming to lie beside him. “I’m glad you feel better.” And Alois meant that, Pierce was better company when he was happy and hungry and horny like a normal teenage jock. He relaxed when his shirt was pulled down again, turning his head to face him— they were so close to one another. He could count the pores on Pierce’s skin and he could no doubt count the freckles. Alois sighed softly, lowered his gaze. “That’s okay. We could go upstairs if you want, though.”
The two could easily argue that they’re sitting far too close. That this is only okay if they’re pawing at each other, fighting to get shirts and pants off, but nothing is said. They’re taking in each others company and they’re sharing sweet words, “Thanks for listening to me bitch, it must get annoying.” After all, Pierce is more than done with the entire situation. Maybe he is feeling a little tired. Sleep might actually be the best idea right now.
The couch is comfortable, and he likes having Alois nestled close, but this would be much better with more space. Alois’s bed would absolutely be better, “I’ll meet you up there, I just want to use the bathroom and change into my pajamas.” His pajamas being a pair of plaid cotton pants, and nothing else, just as always.
Pierce is the first to stand, reach over to his bag and pull out a pair of pajama pants and head to the bathroom. He undresses quickly, steps into the pants and pulls them up before he’s leaning against the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He’s getting attached to Alois, and he knows it. It scares him, he worries he’ll lose him. Being nothing to one another, is better than not having this boy in his life at all, but spending all of this time together will make it so much harder to fight. He shakes his head, shuts the light off and exits deciding he doesn’t want to dwell for the night. He just wants to sleep.
He heads up the stairs doing his very best to seem relaxed, and he shuts the bedroom door behind him. It’s so difficult already, the way Alois is huddled under the blankets, looking back at him through the darkness of the room, “Sorry, mom called while I was in there— just wanted to know where I went.” It’s not a complete lie. The only difference being, she’d called him on the way to Alois’s, and not while he was in the bathroom, “She says hello.” His mother might be the only one in the family who actually likes Alois. In fact, she absolutely adores him, and has mentioned it on several occasions.
With a quick stretch, he climbs into bed right beside Alois. Makes himself comfortable under the covers, and without thinking, wraps his arms around the petite figure, “We should just sleep all day tomorrow, you know? Just, stay in bed and forget about everything for a while.”
Compared to his room and his bed, at least, sleeping on the couch was cold not to mention cramped. So he was pleased with Pierce’s decision, nodding a little and letting him up off the couch, first but he followed close behind, arms wrapped around himself and hands rubbing at his own shoulders to fend off the cold as he dashed upstairs. His house was cold in patches, the rooms commonly occupied the only ones that ever earned the heating on. His room was thankfully one of those.
Alois changed into his pyjamas, boxer shorts and a tank top because there was no such thing as ‘winter pyjamas’ in his world. He slept naked in the summer, if that counted. But now he just burrowed himself in his blankets and reached a timid hand out to turn off his bedside lamp. Pierce was only downstairs and that’s why, Alois told himself, he was still on the forefront of his mind just like the rhythm of his heartbeat and the brush of his breath against his cheek when they’d be lying on the couch five minutes ago was, too.
The door creaked open with Pierce stepping in and he looked up and across at him from his little fort of blankets. “That’s okay. S’long as she’s not worried or anything.” And that his dad didn’t know where he was. That would add fuel to the fire, no doubt. That man didn’t like him, and Alois didn’t blame him. He moved over a little bit to let Pierce climb in beside him, making no protest to the warm that wrapped around him nonchalantly.
"You’re the one who wants to forget things." Alois noted, head bowing in against his chest. "But I lie around with you while you do."