I posted a short fic on ao3 today as well as one on the 21st! I'm slowly getting back into writing... Here's the one I posted today. If you want to check out my other work this is my ao3; https://archiveofourown.org/users/K9_CR3AT3S
Fionn isn't sure what time it is, but the sun hasn't woken yet. The streetlights still flicker out on the residential streets, shining in from the cracks of the curtains. The silence stayed unbroken aside from the occasional cricket, the only real sign of life aside from Fionn himself and the warm body curled into his side.
For a moment Fionn holds his breath, just listening to Jayden. He’s thankful Jayden didn’t wake up when he stirred. He had been so tired lately, Fionn thinks, it’d be good for him to sleep in some.
He shifts just slightly, the blankets rustling like leaves in the wind, and rolls onto his side. His eyes fall on Jayden– still asleep, unmoved, serene in the way Fionn has only seen Jayden manage. The rise and fall of his chest, the way his hair falls messily over his forehead, he’s never seen someone more handsome.
It’s relieving, in a way. Seeing Jayden like this– unburdened and still. He always carried more than what was reasonable and denied any offered help, responsibilities, expectations, worries were all his own to take on. It was endearing, but frustrating all at once and seeing him relaxed for once was like a weight off his chest.
His chest aches the longer he watches him. His boyfriend. The word feels unreal, like a fever dream, briefly he hopes that if this is a dream, he’ll never wake up. But no, this is his life, his boy, and the giddy grin that creeps onto his face is impossible to stop. He has to bury it in one of the too-many pillows they shared, trying to calm himself down before he does something stupid like cry or something.
The sun starts to creep over the horizon now like the world was blushing with him. Fionn, for once, doesn’t turn his head to watch.
His hands move almost instinctively, a mixture of curiosity and affection in each reverent touch as they trail across Jayden’s torso, mapping out the warm terrain of his ribs and stomach, eventually settling on his waist. Fionn tugs him an inch close, just enough to feel the warmth of him press against his own skin. There’s near to no room left between them and Fionn’s sure that if Jayden were to stretch, he’d fall off the bed. He wouldn’t change a thing, though. Being this close was addictive, this closeness, the quiet intimacy– it was everything Fionn had yearned for.
Melting further into the bed, he let his thoughts drift back to the night before. Hesitant touches, whispered promises shared in the dim lamp light, gentle kisses that had felt like promises. Something had shifted between them. Had bloomed in the silence of that night, something honest and real. Maybe it had always been there, quietly waiting for the right moment to show itself, to grow into something more than longing.
I love you, Fionn thinks, not daring to admit it aloud. Instead, he leans in, presses their cheeks together and nuzzles in like a cat. The thought should scare him, should make him pull away, put up walls for falling too fast, but it doesn’t. He’s always loved Jayden in small ways– their shared banter, the way his eyes light up when he talks about his interests, the niche facts he drops into their conversations without preamble. All of it had pulled Fionn in, one by one, until it became nearly impossible to not fall for him, to not love him with his entire being.
Sunlight spills across the bed, dousing it in a golden glow. It highlights Jayden’s skin, accentuating every warm tone, catching on his fluttering lashes and a cupid’s bow of his lip. Fionn props himself up just enough to block the light from Jayden’s eyes, leaning up on his elbow while his other hand shifts from Jayden’s waist to run through his hair, gently combing through the soft strands. He pauses at his temple, swiping his thumb over smooth skin before tracing the shape of his ear, down to his jaw. He attempts to memorize each inch, thumb brushing over Jayden’s lips, grinning again.
He leans down, presses their foreheads together and places a gentle kiss on his lips, slowly, like he was afraid Jayden would disappear.
Eventually, Fionn makes a hesitant attempt to leave the bed, making a mental note to mention blackout curtains to Jayden’s mother. He’s barely sitting up before strong arms wrap around his waist, tugging him back down with an annoyed grumble. A brown mop of hair finds its place on Fionn’s chest again. He doesn’t fight it. Wouldn’t dream of it.
Instead, he places his hand back in Jayden’s hair, continuing the gentle stroking, fingers threading through the familiar locks in a rhythm that seems to calm them both.
“You awake?” He whispers, the words so soft they barely break the silence. He isn’t expecting an answer, wouldn’t be shocked if Jayden had already passed out again.
Jayden shakes his head minutely, arms tightening a fraction. It’s more than he could’ve hoped for.
Fionn laughs under his breath and shifts, wrapping his own arms around Jayden in turn. “No, of course not.”
Jayden doesn’t reply again, but Fionn can feel the way his body relaxes, how he melts into him like he’s been holding his breath at the thought of Fionn leaving. It makes something warm stir in Fionn’s chest. Jayden, for all his logic and knowledge, has a heart that worries too much. He overthinks, fears losing what he’s only just begun to feel safe in.
Time stretches between them, soft and unhurried. They lie there in near silence, save for the quiet sounds of the world waking outside. Fionn drifts in and out of sleep, lulled by the warmth of Jayden pressed against him. Every time he pauses the gentle movement in Jayden’s hair, he’s met with a small, indignant huff– a sulky, tired sound that reminds him too much of a spoiled dog. He shifts down just enough to nuzzle into the messy mop of hair, and lets his eyes shut again.
Later– when the sun is fully awake and the birds chirp through open windows– they’ll kiss, lazy and lingering. They’ll complain at the idea of getting out of bed, tug each other back under the covers again and again until they really have to get up. Eventually, they’ll make it to breakfast and sit across from Jayden’s parents like nothing is different, but their thighs will be pressed together under the table like a quiet rebellion that only they know of.
They’ll share looks, kisses, smiles, and secrets.
They’ll be best friends in front of everyone else, but also something more– something deeper. Fionn will know without a doubt that this will be the first of many favourite days.
