Undorn: The Beginning

Part Thirty-Three

Bones, Region of Orrosta

Location: The Hospital

His eyes were closed still, but he could feel Beo shifting next to him. The two had fallen asleep in Bones' bottom bunk, their legs and arms haphazardly and happily intertwined. The events of the night and week before had been eased by the feeling of Beo's arms wrapped tightly around him, by the words he whispered into his hair, and by the feeling of his lips on Bones' neck. Everything was fine. Bones was happy.

This was the last thought in his head before he opened his eyes, the motion of Beo's body shaking him awake. And there Beo was, suddenly and completely. He was in the process of climbing on top of Bones, resting his knees at Bones' sides and pulling the blankets up around him. 

He bent down, letting his body collapse on top of his best friend's. 

"Morning," he whispered, breathing hard against Bones' skin. 

The room was still pitch black, and the only light in the room was coming from a small night light by Oz's bed. The hallway's lantern light had not yet started to stream in under their doorway meaning it couldn't be later than 6 a.m. 

"What time is it?" Bones grumbled, letting his arms pull Beo's body tight against his own. "And why are we awake?"

"Almost four," Beo told him. "And we're awake because this is the only time we can ever be alone."

As if on cue, Orwell's intermittent snoring started up again. The two of them smiled at each other. "Yeah," Bones whispered. "Alone."

Beo buried his face back into Bones' neck. The two were silent for a few minutes; the only sound in the room Orwell's breathing and the rustling of Bones' hand against the blanket as he scratched Beo's back. Bones' eyelids had started drooping again.

"It's killing me that you think I don't care about you," Beo whispered suddenly. Bones felt his mouth open, but words couldn't find him. "I guess I just don't know how to show it."

Bones let his fingers pull into Beo's hair. "Of course I know you care," he told him honestly. "I was overreacting last night. I hadn't seen you in forever. We weren't ourselves."

"I know. But you made me think about us. I want to be better for you."

Bones turned slightly, hoping the night light was enough to allow him to look Beo in the eyes. It was, but barely. "You're perfect. Stop it. We had been distant. I just missed you, that's all."

Beo resumed his normal spot, nuzzling into Bones' neck. "I missed you too." He kissed the skin under Bones' ear, breathing deep. Bones felt his toes curl. Every inch of his body was waking up. Beo's leg quickly wrapped around Bones' waist. "I want to show you how much I missed you."

Nothing with such desire had ever come close to leaving Beo's lips. Nothing more suggestive had ever come from Beo's fingertips than the caress he was giving Bones now. His hands moved purposefully and delicately from Bones' collar bone, down to his chest, around his nipples, down, slowly down to where the waistband of his boxers was being tugged by the friction of Beo's leg.  

Bones couldn't move a muscle. All he could do was grip the fistful of Beo's hair tighter.

"Bones?" Beo briefly broke away from where his lips had been dragging along Bones' neck. Bones, suddenly aware of how fierce his grip on Beo was, relaxed his arms. Finally able to move, Beo sat up and looked down at him.

All he had the strength to respond was "Hm?"
Beo let out a small breath. It sounded like a laugh. "I don't really, uh, know what to do here."

Bones snickered, but his heart was pumping twice as fast. He couldn't help but be surprised at the fact the two of them had barely done more than stick their tongues in each other's mouths. And already, of course, Bones would do anything for him. "The best advice I can give you: Think about what feels good for you. Then do that."

Beo nodded, then fell back down against Bones' skin. He pulled his leg off Bones' hip and replaced it with his hand. Like before, he was gentle. He was soft and slow and his touch made goosebumps rise in places Bones didn't think goosebumps belonged.

His lips moved lower along Bones' collar bone, following the lead of his hands which had found the inside of Bones' thighs. Bones couldn't fight the shudders that ran through him. It had been so long since he had felt the warmth of someone's touch between his legs. And now that it wasn't some random stranger or a childhood crush, and it was Beo, like it was meant to be, Bones' senses were working so much harder. 

He couldn't help himself. He grabbed Beo's hand and brought it the few inches it needed to move. Under his hand, and under Beo's, he could feel himself growing. He muttered a curse.

Beo got the idea. His fingers rubbed hastily against the fabric of Bones' boxers. Somehow, even through a layer of fabric and this being the first penis Beo had ever touched, Bones had become ravenous. He turned slightly so that Beo's kisses now landed on Bones' hungry lips instead of his skin. His hands gripped Beo's face and his throat moaned into Beo's mouth. Apparently just as excited, Beo broke from Bones' lips to tug off his boxers. 

Even in the dull blue light, with their two roommates sleeping twelve feet away, watching Beo pull Bones' boxers from around his ankles gave him a feeling that made his eyes roll in the back of his head. 

And when Beo didn't come back to kiss him, and instead let his lips come down on his thighs, then his hips, and finally his aching and throbbing member, Bones couldn't do anything except groan.