Boys In Love [Solangelo One-Shots]

Truth

Will's sighs mingle with the wind, two voices tangling together to steal away my breath.

His hands are in my hair and his face is hovering just out of reach.

In this darkness, his eyes are the brightest things in the room. Moonlight stretches through the window and falls onto his features, turning them into a wheeling kaleidoscope of blues. His cheekbones are sharp and his lips are soft and parted and full.

And my hands are reaching up to tangle themselves in the softness of his shirt. Air rushing out of my lungs, mouth dropping open like I've been punched in the gut.

He's so close. Our noses are brushing and I don't know where his breath starts and mine begins, I can count the individual eyelashes that frame his irises.

I push my nose into his cheek, let my eyes fall closed and my mind swirl in constellations of blue eyes and golden skin and calloused hands.

Closer. Closer. Please. Just closer.

He hits like a storm. His lips are the softest tapping of rainfall, but it's electric. Lightning and thunder and I know that if I don't seek shelter soon it might be fatal. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.

I just press my hands against the small of his back and pull him near to me. Chest to chest. Two heartbeats.

"Don't kiss me like this if you don't mean it," he gasps. It's almost pained, his mouth dusting mine as he grates the words out of the darkest cavity in his chest.

I press open-mouth kisses under his jaw, whimper and press my teeth there. His breathing hiccups, his face tilted toward the ceiling, hands still in my hair and pleading.

"Nico," It comes out so raw and desperate that I hardly recognize the tremble of his fingers, the earthquake down my spine, "don't. Oh, please. Oh--"

"Ssshhh." I draw my lips up to his temple, sear paths into cheeks, across his freckles, the sheer and dangerous slope of his jaw. I whisper to him, soft assurances and promises of, "I won't leave. I can't go anywhere. I'm here, I'm here, I'm here. Will."

"Just stay. Be here. Always. Let me wake up with you every day, let me take care of you. I just want--" It's just his breathes for several moments and his fingers under my shirt, finding the dips of my hips and my spine, slipping across my ribs, "This. Let me have you."

"Yes. Will, don't let go." I'm finding trails down his neck, leaving marks there. His collarbones are so fragile, like the brittle branches of a dying tree. I kiss them delicately, carefully, I take time to breathe and listen the sounds of him coming undone.

When our mouths come together again, it's soft and slow. His lips caress mine with infinite care. Again and again and again. "Promise me you won't go, Nico. Promise me that you're mine."

I pull his lip between my teeth, treat it like a treasure. His skin is hot enough to scald. "I'm yours. I've always been yours, I'm not going anywhere."

The noise that's jerked from him is choked and strangled. He drags me into him, buries his face in my hair. Hands spread over my shoulder blades, slipping to hug me closer, hold me tighter. Rock us back and forth, his breath uncertain and real.

I pull away and the noise he makes tears through my heart like a knife. I make soothing noises and guide him toward the bed, pull the covers over both of us and let him run his fingertips across my thighs and my lips. He kisses my wrists, my fingertips, underneath my eyes.

I choke apologies. I won't ever leave again, he's all that I need.

I'm so, so sorry.

It's alright, it's alright. Just hold me.