One Night (boyxboy)

04:00

The party still hadn't ended.

Music blared.

People danced.

Some were asleep on sofas and chairs.

Others had vanished upstairs to bedrooms hours previously.

They walked into the still crowded living room.

So close their shoulders kept brushing against eachother.

A group of people looked up as they entered.

They called out to him.

Begged him to join their game.

But he refused.

He didn't want to leave the boy ever again.

People called for the boy too.

But he refused.

They stayed side by side.

Content simply with the other by their side.

They sat on an empty sofa.

Not quite touching.

Hands mere centimetres apart.

He wanted to reach out and interlock their fingers.

To feel the soft skin of the blue eyed boy against his own.

But he was not brave enough.

He was scared of what people might think.

But he so badly wanted to grab that delicate looking hand in-between his own.

Whilst he was conflicted, the boy took the initiative.

Grabbed his hand.

Interlocked their fingers.

And it felt so right.