Short stories

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Cazza_13em wrote this one

Apologies if any of the Spanish is incorrect, I don't speak a word of  it, i just used Google Translate :) If there's a '*' that means a translation in the comments.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Kujai turned the smooth pebble over between his long fingers. Earlier on in the day, on a really crappy school trip to the worst beach in Britain, Mason had thrown it at him to get his attention because he was listening to music and was pretending he couldn't hear him. Kujai had caught it without looking and promptly sent Mason into a hysterical fit of laughter.Mason didn't know that he'd kept it. If he was honest with himself, Kujai himself hadn't even known that he'd kept it until, about five minutes ago, he'd put his hand into his hoodie pocket searching for his phone charger. Suddenly, "Hey, Ku, did you find your charger?" Kujai shoved the pebble back into his pocket just as Mason bounced into his seat on the coach beside him. "Huh? Oh-er, yeah, I did. Here," he handed him the charger, making sure their fingers brushed as he did so, wanting even the tiniest amount of contact with him. "Thanks, I owe you mate," Mason said, smiling that incredible smile he did. "I'll make sure I remember that one," he pretended to be writing something on an invisible notepad, muttering, "Mason owes-," breaking off as Mason elbowed him playfully in the ribs.He decided he wasn't going to tell him.At least, he didn't think so.(Four Hours Later)The M3 was playing up, it was raining hard, it was nearly midnight and they still had another three hours until they were going to get home. Mason was playing Subway Surfers on his phone, while Kujai and most of the  other kids on the coach had fallen asleep. Kujai shifted slightly in his sleep, smiled and mumbled something in Spanish. Mason smiled. Kujai was mumbling again. Mumbling his name. "Mason...ven aqui* Mason...".He swallowed down the butterflies. Kujai smiled again, said something he couldn't understand and his head fell onto Mason's shoulder. His heart seemed to be performing an elaborate tap dance, bashing against his ribs, trying to get out. The sleeping boy snuggled into Mason's neck and placed his hand on his other shoulder, as though they were lovers.What he wouldn't give for that to be true.He didn't know what to do. Luckily, the coach came to a stop and the lights came on, waking people up. "Alright kids," Mr Alston called, "We've pulled in at a hotel, because if the coach crashes because of this rain, and one of you dies, there is going to be one hell of a lot of paperwork for me to fill out." This was the geography teacher's feeble attempt at humour to motivate them to get off their arses. Which he also told them to do. Mason stood up, placed a hand on Kujai's shoulder, and gently shook him. He didn't know what had happened whilst he was asleep, and Mason thought it best to keep it that way.Until he told him later on, of course.(In The Hotel)The teachers had put them into the groups they were in at the hotel in Dorset. A group of about six in each room. Mason and Kujai along with four other boys were in the same room together. While the others were bouncing off the walls of the hotel room with that sudden energy burst you get when you're not asleep but should be, Kujai was brushing his teeth, or at least trying to. Mason was also brushing his teeth. He spat into the sink and turned on the tap to wash it away. The shouts of their friends drifted through the open bathroom door. "Kujai?" said Mason."Mm?"Taking a deep breath he said, "When you were asleep on the coach you were mumbling in your sleep. In Spanish.""I do that a lot," he said carefully, wishing that his slight Spanish accent hadn't picked now to turn up, "What did I say?"Mason laughed. It didn't sound right. "I actually don't know most of what you were saying, you even speak fast when you're asleep, but i did make out one thing." Silence. Well except from the boys in the main room who were now throwing pillows at one another. "You said my name. You said 'Ven aqui Mason'." Kujai turned around so that Mason couldn't see the heat rise to his face.He opened his mouth to say something but before he could, he felt a hand gently take hold of his wrist and he heard Mason's caramel sweet, smooth voice say in his ear, "Estoy aqui, Kujai."**Kujai turned to see Mason standing so close to him that he could see every thread of saffron in his deep, hazel eyes.***"Te debo," he breathed, before leaning forward and pressing his lips against Kujai's, taking him by surprise. Mason was taller than Kujai, making him stand on the balls of his feet to kiss him back, reaching up to grasp the loose, tawny brown curls at the back of the taller boy's neck. Mason unconsciously put one hand on Kujai's shoulder, and the other on his waist, deepening the kiss. Kujai thought he would happily never breathe again. Why should I want to? he thought, twisting a lock of Mason's hair around his fingers, Breathing's overrated.Finally they broke apart, to hear their friends whistling at the door and James said to a spotty boy with blond hair, "Elliot, my fiver if you please," to which he grudgingly handed a five pound note over.Mason laughed in disbelief, "You were betting on us?""Well, we thought as it was obvious to everyone except the two of you, we'd bet on how long it took for the two of you to kiss," said another boy called Dan."I thought you all thought I was straight!" Kujai exclaimed."Mate, I hate to break it to you, but Olly Alexander is straighter than you."Mason and Kujai exchanged a glance, and realised that they were still clinging to each other and laughed. Kujai gazed at Mason. "You know that pebble you threw at me that I caught?" Mason nodded, smiling."It's in my pocket."Mason laughed, and kissed him again, just as he whispered, "Te amo."****————-AN: I just would like to clarify that Kujai is actually Spanish, and Mason is British but can speak Spanish