Play with fire, that's what I'd just done. But then again, I am a normal human male, my reaction is to be expected when with someone you find attractive in everyway.
He looks shy, I think that's the reason I have thrown mine to the back of my mind. Should I tease him more, we've got to get used to this, maybe not now.
With how he's snuggling, I'll be seated here a good while...learn my own lesson for cuckolding myself. I stretch somehow and turn on a radio. Twenty minutes of some music and he's already asleep.
I know he doesn't realize it but he seems more calm here, at his home. There's a way he always has his shackles up Infront of outsiders. But here, even though he put up a front which I am also not sure he realizes he's doing, he's happy.
Back there, he'd only been looking for a reason to argue. Good thing it didn't work and he settled himself in his sorroundings.
I try my level best to settle him on the bed without waking him before walking into the bathroom...I really shouldn't have played with fire. And the fact that he snuggles, no...that I hug him while he sleeps and he has a habit of leaning in... To seek more warmth to the point of climbing on top of me to sleep...
...I think the bathroom saw me more than ever that night. I hugged his waist as he squinted trying to get rid of the light.
"Morning darling!"
"Morning, what time is it?"
"Seven! I told mom we'd head down soon."
"Staying in bed doesn't look good on a son-in-law's resume."
"You don't need one."
"It's courtesy. I want their son, least I can do is make sure I don't look like a vagrant in your parent's eyes."
Also I really couldn't sleep...the whole night.
I led him to the bathroom and helped him with his grooming. Washing his face, brushing his teeth, taming his hair...the bare minimum while he sat at the sink swaying his legs...he likes slow mornings.
Breakfast went smoothly then nana and mom were shuttling him away. We had a six hour drive to my home. We could spend another night but my folks kept sending message after message asking about where I was.
-I am bringing someone with me, might take a while.
That should have eased them a little, right?
To tell the truth, it didn't, more questions came my way. Who? When? I sat beside dad who was feeding fish and ducks some pellets.
"I had a meeting that I haven't attended. It's putting me on edge but I don't want them to worry about it."
"You stayed for him."
"I am late, right?"
"Not at all. Deep down, he's appreciating you doing it."
Though he won't say it out loud, even if they ask. I still have questions for both him and them but those could generally wait. Asking too much at the same time could bring about the worst reaction one expected, so it wasn't the best choice.
An hour later, I was helping him haul a huge bag into the trunk. I'd wanted to take a plane but with our luggage now, it might be troublesome.
"Sorry it took us a while."
"No problem, were going 'home' anyway."
"Didn't you talk about courtesy?"
"It might be a tad bit different."
I was stealing him away from his home while my parents were gaining themselves another son...as if they didn't have enough.
They could wait for his arrival while tradition says I can't show tardiness at his place. I held his hand as I drove...it was warm and soft...too soft sometimes.
For someone who's dad was worried about him getting into jail, his overall appearance didn't play the part.
"Don't worry about my parents and siblings. Just act as normal as everyday."
"Okay! I'll listen to you."
The pastel colors make him look soft, too soft if you ask me. Should I get him into dark colored clothes, the type I liked on myself ...just to hide a tad bit of his cuteness.
The ride home was smooth, a playlist he'd chosen playing in the background, the breeze cool enough that it lulled him to sleep.
I helped him adjust his seat while thinking of some other thing to write in his book, he likes napping during car rides. Anyone else would be playing games, watching videos...looking for something to keep them busy yet here he was, leaning on the hand of mine he'd been hugging and holding it tight.
Did this mean he was trusting me enough with his life? I'd read that somewhere before. Though some people could just nap anywhere without a care in this world.
I made a stop at a petrol station wanting to refill my tank when I woke him up. We were thirty minutes away and I am sure he'll want look more presentable.
"Don't tell me we're there already."
"Not yet...want a bathroom break? A snack perhaps."
"Bathroom. If I eat now, then I won't eat enough at the table. It won't look good."
He really is worried about impressing my family...cute!