eclipse || 225 words || t
They lay together in the cool, damp grass. The only sounds were their even breathing, the breeze rustling the trees' leaves and the crickets chirping. The moon was impossibly bright but it wouldn't be for very much longer. Soon a shadow would pass over it while the world below watched, fascinated as usual by something completely normal that happened just infrequently enough to remain a novelty.
Growing bored with staring up at the sky where nothing was happening yet, James shifted to semi-pin Greg to the ground. He squirmed against the other boy and leaned in to nip at his neck. He felt Greg's arms slide around him and up the back of his shirt. It made him grin a little, sheepishly; the second there was skin-to-skin contact, he started getting hard.
"You're going to make us miss it," James mock-complained.
"You started it," Greg pointed out. "Besides, it's not like we've never seen an eclipse before. And it's not like we'll never be able to see another one again."
"And they are all the same," James agreed almost reluctantly.
The that's-the-spirit grin that broke out on Greg's face delighted James and made him laugh. He loved it when Greg smiled, especially when the cause was something that he had said or done. That smile was the real eclipse, he thought. It could overshadow anything.