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Originally Posted by woly
He was nervous. He could tell so easily against Kyrans usual calm composure. It gave him comfort that he wasnt the only one. He felt those hands in his and he couldve melted. When gazing at him he could feel a soft smile rise to his face, gently grazing his thumb over Kyrans in silent comfort. Dont be nervous. Dont be nervous. But he could feel his nervousness wash away when he really looked at the guy infront of him. His styled dark hair that he suddenly had the urge to run his hands through. Soft brown eyes that he could stare at all day. Warm hands that were much bigger then his own. He didnt know what it was but he felt safe. The humming of the cars faded away. The colors of the street lights reflected off of the other boys face, it was something that Casper could never capture with his camera. Something that you couldnt edit to make it look pretty, alter it to his liking. Kyran was perfect. He took a small step closer though, he didnt know what cause him to do it but it felt right. the gap felt to big for his liking. He could feel his face grow warm along with the tips of his ears. Usually hed be a nervous wreck but he felt none of that. Everything was at ease and he felt once again that they were in their own moment, that the world around them was paused. Casper continued to stare into those copper eyes that he adored. |
And suddenly there was nothing else in the world but him and Casper. Just standing there, on the balcony. The noise ebbed away and there were no more buildings, but the lights still haloed the boy's angel-kissed face and dotted little stars in his eyes. Feeling him step closer, Kyran did the same, almost chest to chest with Casper. His face was burning and his heart was pounding out of his chest. It was so intense this time, it was nearly overwhelming for him. He swallowed thickly. This was it. This was the one. It had to be. There was nothing to distract them. No barking dogs, no hungry kids, no texts or phone calls. Nothing. He could do it. Stop thinking. Jump. Come on. Now. A hand came to Casper's face, capturing a fistful of freckles, a thumb grazing over the dotted cheek bone. He was so close, Casper's breath was on his lips again. He could feel the heat on his face coming off of him in waves. He started to lean in. He was so close now. He could feel Casper's lips brush his. But he stopped himself, struggling to swallow, his mouth and throat were dry. The scene was so familiar, but it was different this time. This time he knew it was going to happen. This is what Casper wanted. This is what Kyran wanted. It's what they needed. Do it. Cut the wire. Drop the tension. Don't think. Just jump. But he couldn't move to shut the space between them, anxiety pulling on his leash. He spoke, voice small, almost broken. Scared. He suddenly felt so tiny underneath Casper's gaze.
"Can-Can I...?"