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we're on the bus again, the afternoon sun painting fantastic patterns through the trees as the yellow monstrosity grumbles and bumps along. he's stretched out again. I'm sitting with my back against the window, one leg against the seat and the other balanced against the seat in front of us. he's lying between my legs with his head on my shoulder and he keeps himself up with his feet on the edge of the other seat. he's dozing, and i can feel his breath ghosting across my chest through the linen shirt. he's edged in gold by the sunlight. it makes his hair glow. his summer freckles are fading on his arms and there are none left on his face.
I can imagine what we must look like to others. two teenagers tangled in an amorous embrace, but there's nothing sexual about the way we are. sure, we can get pretty hot and heay when we want to, but now it's just him sleeping the way he's most comfortable. if that way is between my legs, then so be it, because there's no place i'd rather have him.
the bus gives a particularly violent jolt that sends me three or four inches off the seat. the impact jarrs my spine and I can't help but curse, Fuck that hurts. the jolt also wakes him. his head knocks against my shoulder hard enough to bruise. better me than the window though, bony as i am. his eyes shoot open immediately and his entre body tenses. it's a reflex he shouldn't have, but he does, and we both have to live with it. I'm careful not to grab at him as i run a comforting hand up and down his arm. he buries his face in my shoulder as he relaxes. we're far away enough from everyone else that his spasm goes unnoticed, thank god.
I can imagine what we must look like to others. two teenagers tangled in an amorous embrace, but there's nothing sexual about the way we are. sure, we can get pretty hot and heay when we want to, but now it's just him sleeping the way he's most comfortable. if that way is between my legs, then so be it, because there's no place i'd rather have him.
the bus gives a particularly violent jolt that sends me three or four inches off the seat. the impact jarrs my spine and I can't help but curse, Fuck that hurts. the jolt also wakes him. his head knocks against my shoulder hard enough to bruise. better me than the window though, bony as i am. his eyes shoot open immediately and his entre body tenses. it's a reflex he shouldn't have, but he does, and we both have to live with it. I'm careful not to grab at him as i run a comforting hand up and down his arm. he buries his face in my shoulder as he relaxes. we're far away enough from everyone else that his spasm goes unnoticed, thank god.