Mar 1, 2013
"Okay Skip," Arthur yawned again, before allowing his eyes to close and surrendering to sleep.
Martin nodded and, as he relaxed into Arthur’s embrace, followed him into sleep.
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"Okay Skip," Arthur yawned again, before allowing his eyes to close and surrendering to sleep.
Martin nodded and, as he relaxed into Arthur’s embrace, followed him into sleep.
Arthur yawned, "m tired." He fought to keep his eyes open.
"Then lets sleep," Martin answered. "I'll still be here when you wake up."
"Skip," Arthur pulled Martin closer to him, "I really care about you. And I want you to be honest, with me. Any time you feel doubt, or unsure, talk to me. Okay?"
“I will,” Martin promised, nodding against him.
"Skip," Arthur threaded his fingers through Martin's hand, "You're right. I could have anybody in the world, well not anybody, there are limitations, but I could be free to have anybody, but I don't want anybody Skip. I want you.You are brilliant Skip. I know you don't see it. That's how people are. But I see it in you. And I will take whatever you are willing to give me." He pressed a kiss to Martin's hand, "So don't worry about taking advantage of me."
Martin laid back, Arthur still holding his hand, and they curled close to each other. “Okay.”
Arthur caught Skip starring, as he snuggled down into his blankets, "C'mon Skip," he patted the spot beside him, "Or do you want to sleep on the floor? I usually sleep on the floor with sleepovers, but I thought we could share my bed, er, if you want to, I just thought it would be brilliant." He babbled as Martin stared, lost in his thoughts, "Got something on your mind Skip?"
“I just…” Martin climbed onto the bed and sat next to him. “A part of me is telling me I shouldn’t do this. You’re young and good looking and sweet and you could have anyone in the world, so why me? And another part is telling me to go for it, somebody finally wants me so I should get as much out of this as I can. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
"Nonsense Skip, I'm just changing," Arthur rolled out of bed, "Unless you'd be more comfortable waiting outside. In that case go ahead." Arthur had already pulled down his trousers and was shifting through his drawer for a clean pair of pants.
Martin wasn’t sure if he should look away or not but bye the time he’d worked it out Arthur was changed and lying on the bed.
He wondered how he’d never noticed Arthur this way. Well, not just this way, but in a romantic way.
"Brilliant, Skip" Arthur said, he cheeks growing flushed, his words slurring, "I've never felt this," he shifted on his bed, "I need to change my pants."
Martin blushed, as if he hadn’t realised till that moment what he’d done. “Oh, er… should I… wait outside, or…”
"Ski-ip, oh" he felt his body tense against Martins touch, "I'm gonna."
And he did. Martin felt the damp warmness through the thin material, and kissed Arthur until he stopped shaking.
“So,” he asked, “how’d I do?”