things i forgot to tell you (ch. 6: that things are changing)
He wakes with his head tucked under Eliott’s chin. His face is pressed into Eliott’s neck, somehow, nose brushing bare skin where Eliott’s shirt had shifted when they were sleeping.
It’s very early, or at least it seems so. The light in the room is more of an eerie grey than anything else, fighting its way through the drawn blinds and generally overruling darkness. For a second, Lucas is not sure why he’s awake at all, in a room that is not his, in a bed that is someone else’s, wrapped up in a boy’s arms, trying to keep his eyes open on a god-knows-how-early morning, and then he feels it — a feather-light touch at the base of his spine, there and then gone. And then, a moment later, he feels it again.
It’s Eliott, his sluggish mind provides, slowed down with sleep curling around every thought like smoke. Eliott is stroking his back. Their legs are hooked together, and Lucas’s one arm is draped over Eliott’s waist, the other bent at an awkward angle against his side.
Slowly, his mind dull with the remains of slumber, Lucas closes his eyes again. Waits a moment, then another, more and more aware of Eliott’s touch, of how they’re pressed together, of how he can almost feel Eliott’s pulse where his face is pressed to Eliott’s neck. He becomes aware of it little by little and all at once, and it washes over him like a wave. Lucas makes a small noise, barely more than a sigh, as if he’s stirring in his sleep, as if he’s just on the edge of it.
Eliott’s hand goes still.
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