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The sheets rustled. He was awake again. Antonio opened his eyes. Another night of dreamless sleep, but he fell asleep in Gabriel's arms, and He awoke in Gabriel's arms. Sort of. The tangled mess of limbs and arms between the two boys could be considered cuddling. Gabriel's hair was over his eyes and looked like a birds nest, bringing focus to his lips. Gabriel muttered in his sleep, and Antonio was thankful to whatever higher being blessed him with someone who’s lips looked so beautiful and felt even better. Antonio loved the nights where he didn't dream. The nights where he would fall asleep surrounded in warmth and being as physically close as possible to the boy he loved, and waking up almost instantly in that same position. No cold sweat, no breaking the serenity on Gabriel's face with a storm of worry. No nightmares. Only mornings where light poured in like weightless honey through the blinds.
Antonio knew every detail of Gabriel's face, every inch, every centimeter. His thick hair was covering his beautiful eyes that made dirt look like art because it used the same color as Gabriel's eyes. Antonio took his arm from the tangled mess and placed it on Gabriel's chest, exploring. The rises and falls of Gabriel’s body felt so real, so alive, so beautiful. The feeling of Gabriel's skin would never get boring to Antonio, feeling his chest fall and rise so peacefully was something to cry over. Antonio moved his hand to Gabriels back, feeling his shoulder blades and Gabriel’s muscles move involuntarily with his breathing. Antonio, no matter how many mornings he woke up before Gabriel, was always dumbfounded by how vulnerable he allowed himself to be around Antonio. Antonio saw something that no other person has ever seen this close, this intimately, but he knows they'd never be able to appreciate it as well as him. His face, dear god his face. Antonio pressed his forehead against Gabriel’s, getting into what felt like the best place on earth, face to face with the person he loved. A kiss only a small movement away. He could die like this.
Antonio brought his hand up from Gabriel’s chest, never letting go of his contact, he would probably die if he had to stop touching him right now. From his chest to his shoulder, then bringing his palm to cup his chin. Gabriel instinctually leaned forward, knowing that touch too well, bringing their lips together. The move was almost nothing, not even an inch forward, the only noise the barely audible movement of fabrics as Gabriel’s weight barely shifted. To Antonio, it felt like watching Michelangelo’s David come to life. Of all the sensations in life, Antonio would never in his life get sick of the feeling of Gabriel's lips. Gabriel responded to the even more familiar touch with more movement, but none of it had any doubt in it. He immediately began melting into Antonio’s touch, his lips becoming more curious. When Antonio was small, his Nanita always told him that there was a sound that someone made only when they kissed someone they loved. Antonio did not doubt that Gabriel had just made that noise. Somewhere between a breath and a whisper, so delicate if a butterfly was nearby he wouldn't have heard it. Only in a situation this intimate could he have ever heard that sound, the world melted around him.
“Why are you crying”
Antonio opened his eyes and saw Gabriels through his curly hair. Realizing there were actual tears in his eyes. Antonio smiled.
“I love you.”
Gabriel readjusted himself, supporting himself on the arm, half sitting up, but still caressing Antonio. Antonio felt like he was in a renaissance painting.
“Dime.”
“I did, I love you”
Gabriel furrowed his brow and cocked his head. Like when you barked at a dog. After too many seconds, his eyes widened, and he collapsed face down into the pillow. Antonio caught a glimpse of his embarrassed smile before Gabriel/Pillow contact was made. Without hesitation or thought, Antonio leaned his face into the side of Gabriel's, placing small kisses on his neck between smiles.
“youreasap…...”
Antonio laughed, he couldn't help it, it just bubbled out him-him like the bubbles in a child's milk.
“No puedo oírte.”
“You. Are. A. SAP”
The last part of Gabriel's sentence becoming clear as he sat up on the edge of the bed, facing away from Antonio. Somehow, even when Gabriel had messy hair, it was a perfect mess, like a Jackson Pollock painting of brown hair. As Gabriel stretched, his back muscles moved and rippled like waves of an ocean under a sheet of tan skin. Antonio’s eyes went further down. Gabriels briefs hugged his waist so perfectly, and god if he went any further, he might have a heart attack.
“How do you want your coffee?”
“Como su piel”