Repost. Also, warning: making out at the end. Read it or don't idc.
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Heat washed over me in waves while I laid in bed, the comforter acting as a heater. I have not moved in hours, and it felt as if weights were holding me down tightly, preventing me from getting up. Sweat dripped down my forehead, and I could've sworn I was being burned alive. So when I was able to kick off the heavy blankets that covered me, I was met with a rush of frigid cold air, and I gasped. It was obvious that I had a bad dream last night. About what? I had no clue.
It was early in the morning, around five am, and my boyfriend was still asleep beside me. His bare back was faced towards me, and I couldn't see his face. I tried moving over to grab my glass of water, but his hand held mine in a tight grasp. Even if we were to sleep forever, he would still show me affection, if it just meant holding hands. He wasn't aware of this, but I decided to keep it a secret, finding it too adorable to tell.
I propped myself up on an elbow, and I peered down at him. His ebony hair was messy and scuffed up, but it somehow made him look even more handsome. His pink lips were parted slightly, and soft snores emitted from them. He always told me that he was an ugly sleeper, but I secretly found him cute when he was lured in a deep slumber for the night. I saw that a piece of hair was sprawled over his eyes and the bridge of his nose, and I reached down to move his silky hair away. Oh, how beautiful he was. If only he could see what I see.
Aidan breathed in deeply, and stretched his arms up over his head, indicating that he had woken up. His head tilted back, and he opened his weary eyes to find his lover almost on top of him assessing his features with nothing but pure adoration in his E/C eyes. "Good morning, baby," He whispered with a sweet rasp in his voice, which was common for him in the morning.
A smile creeped up on my lips, and I replied softly, "Morning." I gently placed myself on top of him, and my bare chest rested on his, since I was shirtless as well. I placed sweet kisses on his defined jaw, and trailed them down to his shoulder, which he enjoyed all to himself.
His head turned to the side, and he viewed the bright red clock through droopy eyelids. It was still dark outside, so the numbers were easily seen and quite prominent in the blackness of the room. "My love, it's five in the morning," He murmured, his hand guiding itself up to my slightly moving head to rub it. I hummed a confirmation against his skin, and I sat up to look down at him.
"I know, I couldn't sleep," I confessed in dismay, and I nestled my head into the crook of his neck. He understood that I was having trouble with sleep lately, and he took care of me as much as possible when the daytime crawled into night. He would go to sleep at the same time as me, no matter how early or late it was, and hold me for the whole time. His hair would tickle my ear when he whispered sweet nothings into it, letting the words flow through the air and into my head. It would help, don't get me wrong, but when the nightmares hit, the cycle of the unsympathetic insomnia restarted once again. But worse, leaving me sleep deprived and falling into minute long blank stares.
His nails scratched up and down my back soothingly, leaving me slightly shivering from the sensation. His attempts to make me feel at ease always worked, and he knew this too. "Do you want to get up?" He smiled down at me when I revealed my face to him. I nodded, and got off of him.
The bed shifted when I got off of the mattress, and I went to grab my shirt that was previously thrown across the room from last night. When he began to sit up, I stopped him. "No, go back to sleep." I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down, making his brows furrowed in annoyance.
"Why can't I stay up with the love of my life?" He whined in defiance, and automatically sat back up again. The blanket fell low on his hips, and I blushed madly at the sight.
"I can't let my insomnia get in the way of your sleep, too," I empathize.
He waved my commentary off with his hand, and got out of bed, ignoring my insistent protests. He placed his hand on my shoulder and gently guided me to the side, and took me into the bathroom to wash up. A soft click later, and a blinding light filled my vision. I grunted at the dull pain that settled behind my eyes, and Aidan placed a saluted hand on my brows to cover the harsh light, even though he was squinting his eyes as well.
When my eyes finally adjusted, I saw him only in his grey sweatpants, bent over and washing his face. The way he moved in such ways left me so flustered that I sometimes envied him. I wish that I had the unspoken talent for wooing boys as well, but unfortunately I wasn't. Maybe it was the way he looked. Maybe it was the way he talked or moved. In my case, it was everything, and he immediately won me over when we first met.
"You're staring," Aidan unexpectedly said as he smirked at me through the mirror. I hadn't noticed that he finished washing his face and began his morning routine with his other necessities.
I chuckled under my breath and shook my head, a blush painted across my cheeks. The brown, wooden cabinets creaked as I opened the two that were under the second sink, and I rummage through the boxes for my toothbrush. A plastic rectangular object met the tips of my fingers, and I paused my searching. It wasn't something I was familiar with, so when I stuck my head further into the space, I saw that it was an eyeshadow palette. I wasn't the one to wear makeup and act feminine, even though it was common and a stereotype for guys like me, but my hands absentmindedly pulled the makeup out of the cabinet. I examined the bright and sparkly colors, all of them lacking dullness, and I opened it to rub my finger on one of the shades. It would look good on me, I thought, but I don't know if I should get myself into stuff like this. Does Aidan like guys with makeup? Probably not. He's quite masculine.
The sound of fabric shifting caused me to turn around in my crouching stance, and I saw Aidan sitting behind me. "What's this?" He wondered, and took it from my hands.
"An eyeshadow palette. I don't know where it came from," I shrugged in response, and I watched him open it and admire the colors.
"It's pretty," he commented, and began to rub his finger on one of the sections. "Come here." His hands grabbed the bottom of my legs and dragged me close to him, making me laugh. "Close your eyes." He mumbled, due to me being so close to him. I obliged, and closed them, losing sight of his pretty face.
The feeling of his finger stroking over one of my eyelids caused me to flinch, and he giggled, "Don't move!" I laughed along with him, and I calmed down, getting used to his touch. For a while, we sat on the floor in silence while he applied the bright pigment to my eyes. I wondered how I looked, and if he liked the makeup or not.
He pecked my lips, indicating that he was done, and I opened my eyes slowly and saw his hand displayed in front of me, offering to help me up. I took it, and he lifted me up with ease. When I met my reflection, a heartily giggle escaped my lips. The eyeshadow was unexpectedly placed on my eyes perfectly, but my look was so unexpected and unfamiliar, that it made me fall into a fit of laughter.
"Did I not do a good job?" He wondered, his face growing serious as he turned my face to his so he could examine his work. Oh, he really wanted me to like it then.
"Yes, lovey. It looks great." I kissed his cheek to draw his attention away from the palette, and slipped the object out of his hand. He whined out a protest, and I shushed him. "It's my turn, now." I teased. He groaned, but jumped up to sit on a sink so I stood in between his legs.
Before I could apply the makeup on his eyes, he lightly pushed my hand away. "No, I want that color," he pointed to the bright purple pigment, and I huffed a laugh. It was a surprise that he would choose out his own shade, since I viewed him as tough and manly. Maybe right then I didn't view him as that anymore. Aidan Gallagher, you are a mystery.
Gently, I began doing his makeup, and he closed his eyes in content. A sense of wonderment left me thinking who bought the palette as I applied the pigment; a girl had never visited, nor did our mother's yet. It definitely wasn't me who did, but I didn't say anything as I finished his eyeshadow.
"Done," I whispered, since I was so close to his face; I didn't want to startle him. He opened his green eyes, and turned around to view his makeup. A joyous laugh escaped his lips, and he turned back to me with a grin and a blush. Oh, how his smile could light up anyone's day. I longed to see it every day I woke up beside him. I never understood how anyone could frown upon his bright demeanor.
"I love it." He complimented, genuinely liking the new sight of his face. I smiled, and let my eyes roam his perfect features. He was nothing short of absolutely beautiful, and it made my heart ache with so much love. I've never loved someone as much as I loved him, and everyone I've ever known knew that. It was as if we were to part ways, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. My heart would slowly wither like a dying flower, and its petals would drop one by one to the forest floor. Never healing, and never gaining back its color again. No one could ever be compared to Aidan. No one.
Fingers were placed underneath my chin, and he lifted up my face to meet his. His ebony hair dipped in front of his face when he pressed his soft lips against mine, moving them back and forth slowly. My hands slid over to his, and I put them on my shoulder, bringing him closer to my frame. The way we were moving made me feel like my body was on fire. But a good fire. A fire that burns you in the right places, making you ache for more. I knew where this was going, and we weren't planning on stopping anytime soon. Despite the time or what we've done, we both wanted this.
My figure hunched over the counter top when he placed a hand on the nape of my neck and pulled me even closer, also increasing the pressure of the kiss. I groaned into his mouth at the feeling of my lips becoming bruised, and he scooted forward in his place, making his body touch my torso. The way his soft skin felt in the palms of my hands led me to skate them up and down his back, not having enough of him, not feeling enough of him.
He tore his lips from mine, and began leaving wet kisses up and down my neck. I tilted my head back to display my throat more, and he took advantage of the opportunity. A nip at my collarbone made me gasp and clutch his shoulders tightly, then he bit it again. He clearly knew what he was doing, and he knew what I was in the mood for. Even if it were five in the morning, probably six, I still needed him.
And when Aidan's legs wrapped around my waist, and his hickeys became consistent, I wanted to lift him up, but I stopped. When I opened my E/C eyes and saw my ridiculous reflection in the mirror, I laughed out loud once again, ruining the heated moment. "Why are you laughing?" He asked when he pulled away, his swollen lips set in a cute pout.
I mimicked his expression, and Aidan's lips turned into a smile. The dimple on his cheek was visible, and I thought he was the cutest. Though, I never told him this. One time I muttered such words, and it earned me a scowl and a command as to never call him that again. But in my head, I always did. "If we're going to do this, why would I want to have makeup on?" I asked with a chuckle.
"But I like our new look. In my opinion, I think you look quite handsome with makeup on," he admitted, making him blush even more. His commentary caused my head to cock to the side, and a stupid smile stretched across my face. A beam was returned, and his mouth traveled up to my ear, making me freeze. Lowly, he whispered into it, "Let's keep it on while we do this, yeah?" He nibbled at my cartilage, and I flinched. He knew my weakness was biting, and that explained why he did it so often.
The idea of us continuing with makeup on made me stifle a laugh, and I wondered how anyone could find us attractive with makeup placed over our skin. But, I could never say no to Aidan. "If you want, my love."
My hands slid under his thighs, and his grip tightened on my waist as I lifted him up from the counter. He began placing wet, open-mouthed kisses under my ear and down my neck, and I swiftly carried him into the bedroom. It was safe to say that prior to what was going to happen, we weren't fatigued anymore in the slightest. Even if it were early in the morning.
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