THE GAYER IT FEELS THE BETTER YOUR POSTURE 2.5

I wake up in my bed, groaning at the sunlight hitting my eyes through the curtains. I don’t remember how I got here, but I have the worst headache of my life. I lay there staring up at the ceiling as I try to will myself awake, knowing it's late into the morning even without checking the time. As I look around my room I notice that my collared shirt is half way across the room and my tie is hung around the end of the bed frame, and there's a shirt I don’t recognise as mine at the end of the bed. I sigh, rolling over and pulling my duvet further over myself, and I hear a groan of annoyance from beside me.

Oh. Now I remember.

I mumble something barely resembling sorry to a sleeping Anthony and I carefully put the blanket back over him, looking at him with half closed eyes. He has big bags under his eyes but his face looks so relaxed. I actually don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone that relaxed before. His hair is a fluffy mess, and I have to physically stop myself from ruffling it. I realise I hadn’t noticed until now that it's dyed, the blonde roots coming through and slowly fading into the brown. He also has a couple stray grey hairs, which is unusual because he’s about the same age as me. I begin to realise I've been staring and quickly look away, not wanting him to wake up to my eyes glued to his hair.

Just as I roll over to grab my phone and check the time I hear my bedroom door open and I panic, quickly pulling the covers up to cover myself and Anthony. I can tell my eyes are wide as I stare at the door frame where Jeremy is standing, a tired look on his face. He scowls at me, though there's a certain amount of pride hidden in his expression. “Would it kill you to be a little quiet-” I interrupt him immediately as I feel the blush grow on my face. “Yeah, yeah, shush.” I say in a half-whisper, not wanting to wake Anthony. He just smirks at me, leaving the room. “Told you so.” He laughs and closes the door behind him.

After he closes the door I sigh and relax again, lying back down. I hear Anthony stir next to me so I turn to see him open his eyes. He looks so soft and warm in the morning light and I can’t help but smile at him. “Morning.” I whisper in my croaky morning voice. He moves closer to me and wraps his arms around me, resting his head on my stomach. “Good morning.” He whispered back, and I wrapped one arm around him and one I reached up to gently rub his hair. I hear him sigh contently and see him looking up at me. He looks deep in thought as he stares into my eyes.

I look at him with a look of curiosity as he closes his eyes again, making a noise to try and get his attention. He opens his eyes again but avoids my gaze, instead staring at my chest. I look down at it too and immediately realise what he wants to ask about. “Sam… those scars…?” I had completely forgotten. I’d been so into it that I didn’t even think to say anything. I stutter a little as I look up again, staring at the roof. “Oh. Yeah, I, uh, forgot to say, I-” He seems to notice my reaction to the question as he reaches his hands up to cup my face and I look down at him again. “Hey. I think no differently of you now than before I knew.” He spoke very softly and smiled at me, and I smiled back at him, tightening my grip around him slightly. “And besides, it doesn’t change how good a kisser you are.” He winked at me and laughed a little and I blushed, laughing with him. “Thanks.”

Anthony eventually separated from me and stood up, grabbing his shirt from the end of the bed and putting it back on, and tossing me mine from across the room. I sit up and put it on, then stand up and open my curtains to let in the light, squinting my eyes as they adjust. It’s a bright, sunny day outside, which I don’t enjoy because I burn so easily. Anthony, however, looks nearly ecstatic just at the sight of the sun. He’s staring out the window with a big goofy smile on his face as he shoves his tie in his pocket, presumably not wanting to put it back on. This makes me sad. He’s really hot in that tie. I feel myself start to blush at the thought of it so I push it to the back of my mind as I finish putting my clothes back on.

Once me and Anthony are dressed I begin to walk him to the door. He’s taken to wrapping an arm around my waist whenever we walk with each other, which I’m not protesting under any circumstances. When we get to the door he lets go of me and combs through his hair with his hands in an attempt to make it neater, which is most likely not going to happen due to the fact that my hand never left it yesterday. He eventually gives up and I open the door for him, and he steps out into the fresh autumn air. “Yesterday was amazing.” He says, the most genuine look in his eyes. He hesitates before saying something else, much more quietly. “You were amazing…” He seemed embarrassed to say it, a light blush growing on his face. I smile warmly at him and hug him tightly. “Thanks. Yesterday was amazing.” I can feel him smiling as he burrows his head into my shoulder and he eventually lets go, looking me in the eyes and practically grinning. “Let’s do this again sometime~” He winks in the most suggestive way possible and I laugh, blushing a little at the comment. “Totally.” He chuckles at me and begins to walk down the driveway, putting his hands in his Jean pockets. He turns around briefly to wave at me before beginning to walk away. I wave back at him and my smile just grows wider and wider every second. God damn he is hot.