love me

[LazyCat]

Blake didn't run away from Daniel, he was just in a hurry to get away from him. Things were far too confusing to answer questions that even he didn't know the answer to yet. Why did kiss Daniel? He wasn't sure. It was simply because he wanted to. Blake often forgot to think about the consequences of the things he did. But now it was late in the night, and he was sneaking across the wooden floor boards, barefoot. It was hot, so he didn't require much wear at night, but instead was styling a shirt, and a pair of boxers, that he had stole from Wynn. Both looked unnaturally large on him, he was a pole compared to the older boy.

It wasn't long until he managed to reach his bedroom door, attempting to quietly open it, as to not awaken his sleeping 'lover'. Honestly, the boy's room was a complete mess in contrast to his brother. And it smelled much like, well, boy. Not that it was a bad thing, but Blake simply rolled his eyes for expecting differently. The walls were coated in posters, and the floor a good layer of clothes. He shuffled his way over the masses and to the bed, where a patch of blond hair could be spotted from under the covers.

"Silly," he mumbled at the boy and lifted up the covers, so he could crawl underneath. Which turned out to be much harder than he expected, since Wynn's bed was made of water. He swayed back and forth, and finally stretched out over the sheets. It was just like him too, to have a waterbed, the swaying making him feel a bit nauseous. Blake pulled himself closer to Wynn from under the covers, allowing their feet to touch, and letting his head rest on his own shoulder.

Wynn was his comfort, the only one who seemed to completely understand Blake without having to try to. They were the same sort of people. He closed his eyes as the bed swayed, and lazily wrapped his arms around his waist, unsure if the boy was awake yet. "Wynn?" he whispered softly into his ear, to the boy's back, but there was no response. He scooted forward and buried his face in the nape of his neck, smelling his hair, and waiting for his medicine to wake up, "Wynn?"

[verfaullen]

The curly blond haired boy was blissfully unaware of the drama that had happened just minutes before. He slept most nights like the dead. There wasn’t anything that could wake him up, not even the police sirens that happen to sound through their neighborhood every now and then. Once Wynn was out, he was out until morning came around. He didn’t even awake at the sound of his door opening and closing, or the sway of his water bed.

He was curled in the middle of it, cuddling a pillow of his while Blake slipped into his bed. Not even a twitch came from the older guy as his ‘lover’ started to embrace him. Had he been a light sleeper, he would have welcomed Blake with open arms instead of seemingly ignoring him. Hell, had anyone wondered into his bed when he was aware, they would have been locked between his arms before they could react. Blake would have just been… welcomed more warmly. He was special, in the sense that Wynn truly cared about him.

‘Wynn?’ He heard his voice faintly, but only the thought of, ‘Lemme sleep’, crossed his mind. Wynn wasn’t a guy that liked to be awakened; rather, even if an alarm clock was the cause, he usually woke up with a miserable attitude. Blake came closer, calling him once more while resting his head in the nape of his neck. A mumble finally escaped Wynn’s lips as he turned, shifting towards his friend in a daze.

“Nn… Blake…?” His eyes slowly blinked open, scrunching as if he couldn’t exactly see anything in front of him clearly. “Whatcha doin’ in ‘ere?” Sure, Wynn was half-asleep, but he did remember Blake ditching him to sleep in Daniel’s room. It didn’t seem like morning yet either.

[LazyCat]

Finally, the boy seemed to respond, his voice edged with sleep. Though Blake found his husky voice positively adorable, but much about Wynn was adorable. He released him as the boy turned over, and then petted back the dazed boy's hair as he mumbled something more.

So, he was awake enough to realize that Blake should actually be with Daniel? Well, he supposed that meant he was to explain what had happened between him and the younger Greyson brother. Instead, he ran his hand through the blond hair, resting his head on the pillow space Wynn had left open by turning over.

"Sorry to wake you, love," he murmured in apology and continued to pet him, "I just wanted to be sure it was okay for me to sleep here, with you." Which was practically a lie, since the main reason he wanted Wynn awake was for comfort. Just the simplest things the boy did somehow managed to make Blake relax... Even if the boy hated being awoken in the late night. He pressed forward so his face touched the boy's shoulder, and felt their knees brush against each other. Wynn was warm, way too warm for the summer time, but all the same it was nice.

"You know we are fake lovers, right?" he said after sometime of lying there. Wynn and him were just fake lovers, so there was no reason for him to cuddle him when Daniel wasn't looking. Or for him to feel guilty when he kissed Daniel. There was no real feelings of love, like, or want, between them. But then why did he feel like this when he was hurt? And for some reason he needed to make sure Wynn hurt he same way from it. "Right?" he muttered after a moments silence.

[verfaullen]

The hand that motioned through his hair was a comfort, much like a reminder of his Uncle who had the habit of ruffling his hair. They were both important to him, but Blake was closer. He always was. To Wynn, his friends were family. They were people he could lean on without being judged. No matter how much his family seemingly accepted his ways, he knew that he couldn’t gain comfort from them.

He slowly closed his eyes back, leaning into his hand as Blake began to speak. ‘Sorry to wake you, love… I just wanted to be sure it was okay for me to sleep here, with you.’ Of course, Wynn scrunched in confusion – mimicking that look of Daniel’s – as he blinked his eyes open once more. There was never an issue with Blake sneaking into his room. He never could mind it. “‘ts okay…” He mumbled, reaching an arm around him as Blake moved forward.

“You okay?” Something didn’t seem right since he had come in to stay with Wynn, instead of Daniel. He knew Blake loved his younger brother, so something must have happened to cause him to come back, right? Or, maybe he was just stretching the ‘pretend love’ plot. If they spend the night together, maybe something would click in Daniel’s head. He snorted, wearing a grin on his lips as he nuzzled closer to him.

Though, it hadn’t lasted long as his smile turned into a frown when Blake asked if he knew they were ‘fake lovers’. That had surely been the plan. Wynn wasn’t the type to have an actual lover of any sort, but had accepted Blake for the mere thought that it would help him out. He was a friend trying to assist him. “Did somethin’ really happen…?” ‘Where had that serious question come from.’

[LazyCat]

“Did somethin’ really happen…?” How was he really supposed to honestly answer that question? It wasn't like anything horrible happened, but somehow Blake was blowing it way out of proportion. Perhaps it was since Daniel did as well. It was just a kiss. He simply shook his head. "Not really, just confused, I suppose."

Because what else was there to say, really? Right now he was tried, and wanting somebody's company. Why did they decide to stay home that night? What he truly desired was a bar, some place to escape from the rules of the Greyson's home. He wasn't in the mood to behave. He stretched one leg across Wynn's and watched him lazily, "I'm bored~" he whispered in the dark of the night, feeling the waterbed sway underneath them.

Summer was supposed to be time to play. He looked at the frown on Wynn's face, and smirked, "don't be sad, I was only joking around," he muttered, lying through his teeth. He hated seeing that expression on his face. He let his hand fall to the boy's cheek, stroking it once before leaning into kiss him. He really didn't know what he was thinking, but he really knew he wasn't thinking. It didn't matter because a kiss was a kiss. He pressed up against Wynn, smiling and playfully nipping his bottom lip before pulling anyway. "Anyway, you are tried, so go back to sleep if you want," he whispered softly, every intention of sneaking out once he fell asleep again.

"Plus, I think I'm going to go have some fun," he said, winking, despite the fact it was dark and likely Wynn couldn't see him. But it was more out of habit than anything else, and he pulled away running a hand through his hair. It was fairly late in the night, but that didn't mean Blake couldn't make up for that. He wanted to dance, party, kiss, with somebody, if it was a stranger - the better to it. No attachments to worry about. Besides, this good behavior was getting on his nerves, Blake was naughty.

He slipped from the covers, leaving the water bed swaying, and quickly pulled for his suitcase, retrieving his best nightclub clothes. He stripped, in the protective dark of the room, though it didn't really bother him if Wynn saw his tail end, and slipped on a pair of jeans and a new shirt. He sneaked back toward the door, "I'll see you later," he whispered, hopefully not, he thought inwardly, seeing how if he got lucky he wouldn't be taking them back to the Greyson house.

[verfaullen]

“Whatcha confused about?” Wynn was the type who wouldn’t dodge asking as many questions as possible. If there was a thought that came to his mind, it would be voiced out. He was perhaps a nosey kind of person who could easily become annoying, but he was also one of the only who dared to try to figure out what was bugging people. He wanted to feel what they felt. He wanted to be there for them. And, Blake didn’t seem ‘fine’ right this instant.

But, he playfully – or how Wynn viewed it – stretched a leg across one of his own, announcing that he was bored. Wynn raised an eyebrow. He surely wasn’t awake enough to follow what was going on. Rather, he started to believe everything was alright. ‘Don’t be sad, I was only joking around.’ “Hm…” Even if it was a lie – to which Wynn hadn’t noticed – it was a comfort to hear it. The comfort of Blake’s hand, now on his cheek, too, was enough for him to feel relaxed.

Gently, he reached forward to hold that hand as Blake leaned closer. It didn’t matter to him whether there was a show of others around them or not. Wynn was someone who would accept any affection he gained. So, when he pulled away, the blond only frowned in response. “Wait… where ya goin’?” He murmured, sitting up right as Blake gave him a final ruffle of his curly hair. His blue eyes narrowed in an attempt to see before lazily rubbing each with a hand.

“I’m comin’ along… ya don’t know this place too well. Lemme come with ‘cha.” Wynn wouldn’t allow him to go off somewhere without him, especially not with anyone he couldn’t trust. It wasn’t that Blake couldn’t take care of himself, it was the fact the blond was rather overly protective of those he cherished.

The bed swayed under his weight as he tiredly pulled one foot after the other from underneath the covers. Blake was already heading out his door when he stood up and started to quickly search for a shirt and pants. He couldn’t see anyhow, and simply grabbed a t-shirt lying around and some jeans. Clumsily hopping on one foot while trying to get both of them on at the same time, he rushed out of the door in hope of catching him before he left.

“‘ey, Blake?” His voice seemingly sounding like a lost child, he froze before the stairs.

[LazyCat]

As Wynn offered to come along, Blake simply shook his head in the dark, "no, you stay," he said as if to command a dog not to follow him to school. He ran a hand through his hair, and opened the door. He was halfway down the stairs when he heard Wynn call for him. Disobeying commands, he had decided that he was going to follow Blake. He rolled his eyes, and continued down the last few steps. Really, he should just leave the boy there, since he was likely to be over protective...

However, like a lost puppy, Blake couldn't just desert the boy. Not now, especially since, despite the fact that he couldn't see, he would still try to follow Blake anyway. Sighing, he climbed back up the staircase and grabbed the boy's hand, "shh, I'm here," he muttered reassuringly and then wrapped his arm around his waist, "just follow me," he said and lead Wynn carefully down the stairs, muttering softly to himself what an idiot he was.

"Last step," he said as they reached the bottom and then released him and grabbed his hand again, "come one, let's ditch this place," and then he dragged the blond through the kitchen and out the door. He glanced at the older boy in the dim street lights, and shook his head, "did you just grab the first thing you could find? No matter, you still look good," he said slightly enviously, somehow Wynn never lost his appeal, bed hair and all. He ruffled the boy's hair and pulled him down the street again. "You aren't going to behave like an over protective mother, are you?" he accused, as they headed down the walk, hand in hand.

Sometimes, Blake wondered why he didn't fall for Wynn his first year. He would have made a better lover than his ex-boyfriend did, and even if they did break up, Wynn was not the type to hold grudges, right? But, really, love was unpredictable. If one of them fell in love with the other, would it ruin their current relationship? He honestly liked things the way they were now, laid back, and just fun. The fact that they could easily sneak out when they pleased, and walk down the street, just like this. Things didn't have to be complicated with Wynn, that was the beauty of him. So, he really knew that in order to preserve their relationship, under no circumstances, was he to fall for Wynn. For once he was glad the older boy could not clearly see his expression in the dark.

As they neared the night club he let go of Wynn's hand, and simply gripped his elbow to lead him in the right direction. "Almost there, you ready to party?" he asked with a smirk in his voice, clearly ready to drown his annoying, talkative brain in alcohol. Really, this was his solution to stress, and it wasn't a good one. But it was the best he had right now.

[verfaullen]

He waited where he was, knowing full well he couldn’t take another step without injuring himself. Of course, Wynn wouldn’t simply stay put until the morning light came; the blond haired boy was too impatient for that. He would walk down the stairs whether he could see or not unless Blake answered him. Perhaps he was being rather pushy when it came with trailing after him, but he wouldn’t turn and sulk back into his room. The choice had been already made, even if Blake didn’t appreciate his intruding.

He began to lean his feet forward, feeling the edge of the first step when a familiar hand took his. His tensed muscles slowly relaxed in return while a grin of relief curled on his lips. “Sorry ‘bout this,” he replied and hesitantly started to walk down the stairs with his support. This was exactly why Wynn would hit the clubs before it got too dark, and would either stay there all night or leave with the few he trusted. Blake, of course, was one of those few.

‘Last step.’ “Thank ya,” his voice filled with ease once he was finally reached the bottom of the stairs. He didn’t have to worry about any sudden dips. Perhaps, tripping and falling flat on his face, but that usually didn’t involve breaking a bone. Lowri – the mother of the household – didn’t keep things lying around. She was a tidy woman, luckily for Wynn in this case. He, however, had to deal with her nagging here and there with his room constantly so messy.

He glanced over to where he assumed Blake would still be, but didn’t have to wonder long for he took his hand once more. The familiar kitchen was soon left behind too, as he was dragged – or rather, helped in Wynn’s eyes – out the door. They were finally out on the dimly lit street when he could finally blink and see where he was going. Surely, the darkness hadn’t changed, he simply gained little light. Wynn glanced towards Blake as he commented on his attire and then to the worn shirt and jeans he wore. Yet, he cared little either way of his appearance.

“Whattaya mean?” He paused, wearing a false pout on his lips before quirking an eyebrow. “Yeah…” He murmured and glanced to the side as if he were sulking about the insult of his clothing choice. Though, he quickly grinned afterwards. It truly met little to him, but he enjoyed joking around once in a while… or rather, all the time. He leaned once more in Blake’s direction when he ruffled his blond hair, quirking his eyebrow again with a goofy smile.

‘You aren’t going to behave like an over protective mother, are you?’ “Ya mean I can’t…?” Wynn gave him his infamous kicked puppy look. His over protective issues were merely how he cared and, even if Blake was joking, he literally meant that puppy dog look, it was far from faked – though not many could tell that even. He straightened up soon enough, watching ahead of them rather than Blake as they came closer towards the club. It was his hometown, but it felt like he hadn’t stepped into the familiar building for a decade.

So, with Blake leading the way, he gave him a firm nod. Wynn was always ready to party, even if he was asleep like the dead. He’d come back like Thriller. He leaned forward, grabbing hold of the doorknob out of pure Greyson luck and pulled it back for Blake. The sudden burst of loud music, flashing neon lights and the smell of human sweat easily woke the blond haired boy, who, only moments ago was snoozing away. He stepped in after Blake, quickly eying the crowd for any recognizable faces before he glanced back at him. “Whatcha wanna do?”

[LazyCat]

Blake, honestly, had a pretty direct plan of what he wanted. Eye a good boy out, flirt with him, seduce him, and then go home with him. Of course, Wynn probably would not let that happen easily, he was a possessive boy. Which was one of the qualities that Blake normally respected, and even enjoyed, but at times when he wanted to escape it was difficult. He let go of his hand as they entered the club, with flashing lights and moving bodies, the not-so-sweet smell of sweat... He turned over and yelled to the boy, in case he couldn't hear him, "let's go get some drinks first!"

He weaved his way through the crowd to the bar, hopefully Wynn took the hint to follow him, even if he didn't hear. And then he leaned over onto the glass counter to yell in the man's ear what he desired for the two of them. And when he returned Blake sipped his drink, handing one identical to Wynn. He eyed the crowd, hopefully to find someone fairly attractive in this small town. It was lucky that two handsome boys were in the same family, but in the same town small town the probability still distant.

But after much time, he finally found somebody, who, hopefully, had interest in men. If not then the whole night just might be a waste. He finished his drink and smiled at Wynn. "So anyone that catches your eye?" he asked leaning toward him on the counter, face close to his so that they could hear better. The music was pounding like drums, but then, this wasn't a place to do much talking. He pointed over across the crowd at the boy he was eying a minute ago, "I like 'im!" he said into Wynn's ear.

The good thing about Wynn was that he was the perfect, no attachments friend. They could be together one minute, and the next they could not. That was because the boy would never say he loved anybody, he was scared of commitment. Which, for the most part, suited Blake fine. Though, he wouldn't say the thought would not occur to him, that if Wynn and him were actually committed, it may not be so bad. Though, he had already swore to himself that they'd just be friends.

It was tempting, seeing the tall, blond, gorgeous, in this light. There was nothing wrong with him, and there was a growing attraction. It must have been the booze, did someone put something in it? That magically made Wynn a more appealing stranger rather than silly puppy? No matter, silly thoughts would not let him lose his plan. He grabbed the boy's hand and pulled him into the dance floor, finding them easily brought into the mix by two females. He allowed their attention distract his friend, as he pushed more toward his boy of interest... Before he was unluckily charmed by his fake boyfriend.