Finally finished this picture I've been working on.

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Part 2
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Kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him

kiss him-

John cut the intrusive train of thought off as he walked into the kitchen and saw Caliborn sip a mug of coffee.

He had been having weird thoughts since last night and couldn't sleep properly. He edited a bit of a video he was working on.

He likes to edit his own videos a bit before sending them to his editor to make the major edits and clean up.

He, once more, expelled the unwanted ideas and fantasies from his head as he got a muffin out of the fridge.

"Is that all you're eating?", his roommate questioned.

He turned with a slight glare.

"Is that all you're eating?", he pointed accusingly at the mug of coffee.

Caliborn grumbled a bit before turning his head. They always get so passive aggressive after weird moments for a couple of days.

This was no different so there was no need to talk about it.

"Why are we like this?", Caliborn grunted as he got more coffee.

I said there was no need to talk about it.

"Because I live here and have to put up with you.", he said.

Why are we talking about it!?

He bit into his muffin, it was cold and had raisins. He walked a way and into the living room. He sat down and picked up the remote from beside him.

There wasn't anything new on, so he decided on an old movie. He put the remote down on the table.

An old western about woman falling in love with a sherif while being a small time outlaw, while planning the biggest theft of her life.

He eased himself back into his spot.

"What's the name of this one again?", Caliborn said as he sat down next to him.

He huffed and leaned over to hold his hand. Caliborn blinked, startled by this action, and quickly flushed red. He rested his head onto Caliborn's like he's always done and whispered into his hair.

"I'm not sure...Cali...", he said.

For some- god knows why- reason, he ended his confession by kissing his cheek.

What the ever loving fxck am I doing right now, AM I HIGH???

He leaned a way, but still held his hand and ate more of the muffin in his other one. His expression was one of cold indifference, not a single indication of how confused with his own actions he really was.

It was almost like it was instinct to be so intimate with the other man. He couldn't resist the desire that's plagued him for many hours, despite his attempts to distract himself with work.

Caliborn last five seconds before he could no long hold in his confused question.

"Why the Fxck did you kiss me???", his face was red and he turned to look directly at him.

He placed his other hand on his. He put his muffin down. He didn't move his eyes from the screen and didn't say anything for a moment.

The TV became muted to them despite not lowering the volume.

"What....", he started, "What do you mean? I....we've always done this? We just don't say anything."

Caliborn squeezed his hand firmly.

"What are you talking about? Now I'm even more confused.", he admitted.

He finally turned to look Caliborn in the eyes. He leaned forward and his free hand trailed up his arm.

He hand ended up at Caliborn's cheek.

He fluttered his eyes- they dipped into a casual stare. He blushed heavier than Caliborn and his lower lip jutted out in a pout.

His eyes were still quite hungry; so he leaned down to slowly close the gap between them. He had every opportunity to push him a way.

Caliborn didn't push him a way, when he was close enough he closed the gap himself.

Then he woke up.

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John was beyond pxssed off. He was not going to let this stew in his head like he usually did.

He didn't care that he went to bed in crop-top and tight, little shorts and knee socks. He was getting that kiss.

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Bye!