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Two boys, blond and black, were embraced on the couch, watching a movie. The larger one spooning the smaller one, clicked together like a key in a lock.
Arms snugly wrapped around the smaller figure, Dash rubs his chin slightly against Danny’s scalp, his fluffy hair like an artificial pillow. Danny only further leaned back against the thermos of a body named Dash, basking in his warmth.
Rolling his head backwards, sky blue eyes met lavender blue in an extensive gaze. Then came that gradual smile. Those gradual smiles. One more sheepish than the other. One more wry than the other. Both combined, somehow satisfied each other.
Shockingly, red seemed to then always paint Dash’s cheeks way before Danny’s, who always poked fun at him for that. Quite literally, with his fingers. They always got slapped away with embarrassed groans, yet they returned, stronger, with those irresistible, heart-fluttering chuckles. Those chuckles that always managed to fill every nook and cranny, every inch, every part of his body with pure warmth and joy. Fighting back was useless, so Dash just accepted his fate.
“Fuck you, dork,” Dash grumbled, finding escape in Danny’s hair, holding back a chronic laugh, all the while Danny kept laughing.
“I love you,” Danny countered, adjusting his position on the couch, turning around and giving the blond jock a big hug, which was reciprocated immediately.
Sky blue met lavender blue again—no, wait, lavender blue and red, their lips instinctively meeting for a second. Becoming lost in the endless sky inches away from him, Dash didn’t realize that Danny had cupped his face, and was pinching his cheeks, also lost in the lavender field in front of him. Dash’s eyes slowly moved back and forth between Danny’s hands and his eyes. Every time he did, it became harder for Danny to hold back his laughter. Oh, the little fucker was so enticing, he had become distracted. He had let his guard down.
And he still had the cutest smile on his face, only a tad bit more puckish.
Rolling his eyes and sighing, Danny burst out into hysterical laughter, throwing his arms around Dash once more. Dash fell victim yet again to his acts, his irresistible acts, and followed suit, pressing their foreheads together and sharing another kiss. The tough guy facade always crumbled apart to just shits and giggles whenever he was around Danny. They held each other close, Danny clinging onto Dash’s shoulders, Dash gently rubbing Danny’s back with one hand, and holding the back of head in his other hand.
“I love you too, dork.”
He loved it. He loved him. They loved each other. And they didn’t dare let go of each other.