Hope leaves Tristen breathless
"You know you’re really perfect, right?" Hope asks in his broken voice, hands moving along with his mouth. Tristen looks up from his laptop, so drawn in by his work that he hadn’t been paying attention. "What?" he asks gently, folding his hands in his lap and crossing his legs tighter to his body. Hope crawls next to him, face inches from his, and moves the laptop away from him, not daring to close it; he had no idea how to do any of that stuff and it certainly wasn’t easy. He didn’t want to lose any of it on his boyfriend. The boy swallows hard and bites his lip, breathing quickening. "I said you’re perfect. Really perfect, actually, is exactly what I said." A bright red shade spreads across Tristen’s face and he looked away, beginning to shake his head slightly. Before he could fully, or open his mouth to speak, Hope gently presses his hand to his cheek and stares into Tristen’s eyes for a moment. The younger boy couldn’t look away, he was frozen in time. In a gentle movement, Hope’s lips just graze Tristen’s; not yet a kiss, they were barely gliding against each others. "I love you more than you will ever know," he says in a light whisper. Suddenly, Tristen’s lungs dispose of every oxygen particle they have as if it were poison. But it wasn’t painful. He left light-headed and special, but he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t speak. All he could do was kiss Hope back once he had the chance, mind still hazy.
Hope and Tristen spend the morning together
The sunlight dances across the floor, the warmth heating up and scaring away the night’s lingering presence. The curly haired boy was bundled up tight against the cold morning air, fingers freezing to the touch. He was sitting on the cool tile floor of the kitchen, watching silently as Hope busied himself around. He wanted to cook breakfast for them, and considering Tristen wasn’t exactly the best at it, he gladly let the older male take over. Plate in hand, Hope went from one side of the room to the other, gathering things, dropping things off, the lot. On his way, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to Tristen’s chilled nose, before he caught his attention for a brief kiss to his cold lips. It was nothing to Hope, but this was the absolute best way to start out the day for Tristen.
Hope and Tristen spend the night together
The thrashing had gotten bad. He was screaming in a mixture of English and Polish, he didn’t make sense. This was quite possibly one of his most violent night terrors ever. And Hope was there for the entirety of it. He knew you couldn’t do much with night terrors, they had to run its course. He knew he couldn’t touch Tristen or comfort him in any way, except to simply talk to him. “Hey, hey Bambi. Look at me. Hey come on, it was just a dream.” He absolutely hated talking, he felt like he sounded ridiculous. But there was nothing he could do other than this. He or Tristen could get hurt if he dared touch him. It seemed to last for ages, before he finally began to slow down, the shouting changing to mumbling, the breathing slowing. A brown gaze opens to the dark room assess where he was. They turn to the silhouette of Hope, who was staring at him silently. After he realized what happened, he covers his face with the pillow he’d tossed to the side in his fit and apologizes, not the Hope knew. However, he knew Tristen well enough to see he was saying something and knowing what he was saying. He gently took the pillow from him and held him close, pulling Tristen’s face in to nuzzle his neck. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you. Nobody can hurt you,” he murmurs, holding the curly haired boy until he slowly dozed off.
Hope and Tristen kiss in the rain
"Are you sure you want to be out here?" Hope asks doubtfully. There was a huge storm upon Salem, streets were flooded, houses on fire from lightning streaks, and his timid, scared boyfriend wanted to go play out in the rain. He was currently splashing around, spinning in the droplets, while Hope stood where it was dry. A few drops would catch wind wrong and soak a small part of his clothes, but he didn’t get near as wet as Tristen was currently. His shaggy hair was clumpy, his shirt clung to his body, his pants looked heavy. His pale skin was even lighter under the dark clouds. However his face was absolutely thrilled. He was sure to stop and look at Hope before answering, still grinning widely. "Come on! This is so much fun!" he shouts, before he’s cut off by a fit of giggles, dropping into the soggy grass with a light sigh. Sighing at Tristen’s childishness, Hope slowly stalks out, ducking from the droplets hitting his sweater. He stands above Tristen, staring at the smiling boy with his head tilted. He holds his hand out to help his boyfriend up, who hesitates before grabbing onto it. While Hope tugs lightly, Tristen yanks down, pulling Hope onto him. A tiny yelp catches in Hope’s throat as he tumbles and collides with Tristen, who was too busy laughing beneath him. His laughter slowly settles as he stares up at Hope, rain falling besides them. In a bold move, as he’s usually too scared to make the first move, he dips his head up, lips gently touching Hope’s. With a tiny laugh, Hope kisses him back, clinging onto Tristen’s soaked shirt.
