Not to be like gay or anything but you should definitely lie on top of me and put your head on my stomach, ear to my diaphragm so you can hear where my heart beats the loudest, your long hair sprawled out on my ribcage the way young roots envelope anything that stays too close for too long. Yeah dude it'll be totally casual cmon just brotherly cuddling. I promise I'll keep my hands to myself no matter how much my fingers twitch to bury themselves in the soft darkness of your hair, no matter how badly my palms itch to trace the sloping plains of your broad back. I'll keep my wanting hands to myself and you can keep your hands on me, if you like. Being scared never stopped me from being good for you (never stopped me from wanting you). I'll try not to breathe too hard for your comfort and you can trace your name on my hipbone like a silent promise, like a confession, like proof of you wanting me. You don't have to say anything you don't want to. You don't even have to talk. We can forget about this in the morning
