Saturday Surprise (Travis)

[Travis Brooks]

Travis slowly nodded.  He could relate to wanting his mother happy.  Well, maybe not the same way Glads did.  He loved his momma but he wasn't close to her the same way Glads was.  Angie had always seemed more the boys friend than anything else, and Glads was the first to admit it.  It was an interesting relationship, one he sort of envied, but not really.  Travis had brothers and a sister to bond with where as Glads only had his mother.  His father, who happened to be Trav's uncle, wasn't really in the picture anymore, which he knew was for the best to the Thompson's. "I know." He agreed softly, sighing as Glads seemed to move in closer to him.

He laughed at Glads reaction, shaking his head, amused.  Glads made it difficult not to adore him which his charm and Travis had to fight himself not to edge closer as the other boy was doing.  It felt like old times all over again, only it was different now.  They were older.. it wasn't the same as it had been.  Even as Glads let his head slip back onto Trav's shoulder he could feel how different it all was despite the familiarity of the move.

Travis turned his head to the side, nuzzling his nose into Glads hair.  Slowly he let his breath slip through his nostrils, feeling the warm air pool in the boys hair around his nose.  Travis couldn't help but remember the last night they'd spent together, where he'd held Glads from behind, his nose nuzzled into the soft, golden curls.  His heart almost hurt recalling it; he remembered what he'd done.  He wasn't proud of it, but he was glad that Glads had been asleep through it all.  If he'd been awake he wasn't sure what he would do. He never fully forgave himself for doing that to someone so young, so innocent who couldn't understand what was going on.  They'd both been vulnerable, but he was old enough to know better, in love or not.

"Put-put don't count.  You know I was plannin' on bringin' you out as soon as I could." he said quietly against Glads head, and it was true.  Their tradition.  The thing that was theirs and only theirs.  "I've got a lot've birthdays tuh catch up on, so ya'll better start makin' a list." He insisted, humpr in his voice as he forced himself to turn away, dropping his arm around Glads shoulder instead of the curls at the back of his head.  He needed to pull back before those strange thoughts started flooding up.

Neither of them needed to deal with that.

[Glads Thompson]

Glads almost audibly pushed down that growing feeling in his gut. The one that was telling him to move, that things felt different now. That this was appropriate behavior anymore, but the young man didn't care. If there was one man in this whole world that made him feel happy and safe, it was Travis. There was no way he was going to just back off, not now, not when he just got him there. Part of the cuddling was definitely a comfort thing, and the other part...well...Glads would have to figure that out. Oh, he knew very well what it was, but he was to scared to admit it. 

That did not stop a shiver going down his whole body when he felt that warm breath filter through his curls. Another flash back to nights long ago made him smile just a little. While on Travis' shoulder, he too let out a warm breath, against the man's neck, and drew it back in. That warm earthy smell was wonderful, but Glads knew it wouldn't lest. Already he could feel Travis pulling away a little. 

"Put-Put does so count! You said for me to think of what I wanted....well that's what I want." He chuckled a little. "I knew you would take me as soon as we saw each other again, so..Ya know I'm just messin' with ya, right?" Glads smiled still and finally let his hands move away from Travis, just slightly. "Ya don't gotta make up for nothin Trav. You know that...I'm just glad I'll have you here this time." He meant it too. Then he felt the hand on his shoulder instead of returning to his hair and he frowned. Not enough for Travis to notice hopefully, and as he set up, he plastered his smile back on. 

"Ya know, I should make us some tea..." His mop of curls jumped as he stood, rather quickly. An old feeling was coming to him. No matter how he felt about Travis, he wasn't good enough for the man. Not after the things he had done. And as he was heading into the kitchen...it happened. Something bubbled up inside him and he stopped in his tracks. 

"Travis..." His voice sounded timid and scared. "I..I want to tell ya something...but I know it's gonna sound really bad...but I need to tell ya. Okay?" He had his back to the living room. "It's not something I'm proud of either..." Glads voice was more than just timid now...it was wavering. 

[Travis Brooks]

Travis was about to argue again when Glads insisted he was just messing with him.   He narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the younger boy, not really angry but looking on the verge of it.  His smirk always gave him away, though.  That and Travis never really got angry with Glads.  "Don't be a turd." He grumbled at the boy, laughter hidden in his tone.  "An' here or not, I'll make up for lost time.  Like it or not."  He flicked the boys shoulder, feeling so strangely at home in the house he'd never actually been in.  How right it felt to be sitting so close to Glads..

The boy was up quickly and Travis watched him with mild curiosity.  His hand fell to the couch's cushions as the shoulder it was resting on left and he pulled it into his lap, eyes following the young meta.  "Alright.. extra sugar, please." He'd never been a huge tea drinker, not unless it was icy and sweet.  Sweet tea, like most people he grew up around, could drink the stuff like water.  There was nothing more refreshing that some ultra sweet sun tea, which sounded pretty good to Travis just then.  He supposed he should start making his own and keeping it in the fridge.

His thoughts were interrupted by Glads calling his name out, his brows knitting gently with the question in the other boys voice.  He wasn't used to Glads sounding so apprehensive.  "Okay?" He called back, sitting more forward on the couch now, hands sliding to his knees in case he needed to get up.  Should he get up? Stay put? Whatever it was he was sure it wasn't nearly as bad as Glads thought.  Unless.. Maybe he was really actually upset Travis had moved up there.  He would leave.  If Glads wanted him gone he would go in a heart beat. 

"Whatever it is, it's alright." He assured him, feeling in that moment that it was true.  How could Glads have anything bad to say?

[Glads Thompson]

His heart was pounding in his chest as his mind formulated the words he needed to say. "It's...it's about why I got kicked outta Gerry's house Trav." Knowing that dear, sweet, kind Travis had no idea what really happened, had been bothering the young man for some time now. "This is something I should have told you awhile back honestly." With that he disappeared into the kitchen, only to come back moments later with two large glasses of tea. "Sweeter than sugar." He added with a smile as he set the glass on a table near Trav and seated himself on the coffee table in front of the man.

Glads took a long drink, some of the tea dribbling down his chin and neck. The cold fluid making goosebumps on his skin. It felt nice for a moment, and it distracted him for that time as well. "How do I start.." He whispered as he finally set his glass down. "Okay...here's the thing. If I don't say it all at once I may not...so let me finish before you respond. Please?" Glads bright eyes peered up at him through a curl and he wondered what Travis would think of him after this.

With a deep breath, Glads told Travis about the horrible things that went on at Gerry's house. How he and his momma were treated, it was a mix of things the man knew and didn't. Glads had kept things from him on purpose, but it was getting down to the wire, he had to tell him about his aunt and what she forced Glads to do. "When I finally got the nerve to ask Deborah to leave my momma alone, well she figured she would...so long as i did things for her...and her friends."

His eyes sunk to the floor and he wondered if Travis understood. "I mean in the bedroom Trav. Not all the time, but mostly. I was forced..I....I.." He sighed and stood, a little tear in the corner of his eye. "I was so happy when you were around Travis...I could never thank you enough. Please don't think of me differently." Glads voice was shaking as he looked away.

[Travis Brooks]

Travis found himself sitting more on the edge of his seat now, leaning forward with an intense gaze on the younger boy.  It was a story he'd only heard a rumor about, and a half one at that.  He'd heard his momma talking to his aunt Debbie on the phone about the "little slut" Gerry had raised.  He knew aunt Debbie was jealous of Angie, but he didn't know much more and assumed the rest of the story of assumed adultery.

His brows furrowed as Glads disappeared into the kitchen, unsure if he should get up and follow or sit there and wait impatiently for the boy to return with his story.  He stood up but then sat again, only to stand once more.  He heard the boy pouring something in the kitchen and sat back down once more, sliding a hand through his already messy sand colored hair.  The boy returned with a glad of sweet tea and he was glad for the cool beverage, which he only held in his hands, watching Glads expectantly for him to continue his story.

Glads downed his drink, sitting only a foot or so away from Travis.  Close enough to touch, close enough to pull into him, but it wasn't appropriate to do that anymore.  It hadn't been for years.  Glads wasn't the boy he once knew, he wasn't a baby, he was almost an adult.  A man.  a handsome one at that.  "What is it?" He finally asked, his voice a low rasp of concern, a gaze piercing and unsure.  He nodded slowly to Glads rules, feeling his heart quicken in anticipation.  He told himself it wouldn't be as bad as Glads made it out to be.  It didn't even have anything to do with Glads probably, just some stupid misunderstanding. "Alright." He agreed softly, still unable to bring the cool beverage to his lips.

Some of what Glads said he'd known about for a long time.  Some of it was the speculation he'd come to on his own after hearing bits and pieces of other conversations.  Some of it was new, and the new stuff surprised him.  He found himself sitting back on the couch, brows knit and glowering at his knees as he listened to some of the more cringe worthy parts of the boys story.  Why was he telling him now? Why hadn't he told him when Travis could have actually done something? Could he have done something?

Worse came to worst as the story continued, now taking a darker twist.  His ears rang, his blood pumping angrily through his veins.  How? How could his aunt have taken advantage of Glads like that? He'd been a boy! How had she not felt the guilt he himself felt for only just kissing him as he slept?! She didn't love him, she used him.  No.  She raped him.  

Travis felt sick to his stomach knowing what his own flesh and blood had done to the boy he saw as his brother.  Glads was family to him.  Glads was more to him than family..  He leaned forward, his elbows finding his widespread knees as he hung his head low, digits running through his already mussed hair.  This wasn't what he was expected to hear, not now not ever, but especially during this reunion.  He'd failed Glads.  He hadn't protected him, he didn't even know he'd needed to.

"It's not you I think've differently." His voice was a soft growl of pain as he sighed deeply, sitting back up and setting a piercing stare at Glads.  "Why didn'tchu tell me?" He snapped.  "I'd've been out there in uh heartbeat, I'd've set her right, you know I would!" He chastised, hating how Glads had been abused in a home he was meant to be safe in.  "That woman outta be in jail for what she done." He realized the hypocrisy in his own statement and felt his cheeks flame, his eyes bashfully averting to Glads knees instead. At least he hadn't abused the boy.  He'd loved and cared for him and there was no crime in that.

[Glads Thompson]

Glads finally let his eyes be drawn back to the man on the couch, his body was shaking ever so slightly. Nerves were on the verge of getting the better of him and his fingers sparked for a moment. The second they did, he took a deep breath and started to count down from 10. Thinking of his powers going off right now, in his house, scared him, but the thought of accidentally hurting Travis, well that was almost too much. As he silently counted down, he felt himself calming, even with the worrying look on the older man's face. Travis's eyes said more than he thought they did, but Glads had always like that, it was one of the reasons he always felt safe and happy with him. It was one of the reasons he was telling him all this.

The boy knew Travis would be upset, but he had not expected him to shout. It caused him to flinch a little, which instantly made him feel bad. Even when they were very young, and Travis was a "meany" (as Glads would have called him all those years ago), the boy would have never flinched away from him. Even back then Glads was drawn to him and wanted to be around him more than anyone. Why couldn't life just be that simple again?

"I..I couldn't tell you Trav..." He started and knelt down in front of him, trying to show how sorry he was. "I wanted to, but, she was hurting my momma...I had to do something. Can't do anything now either....you know just as good as I what Gerry'd do if I said anythin'." There was little doubt in Glads' mind that the man would come and either take him or his mother away, or possibly worse. As Travis looked away, Glads couldn't help but notice the look. It was yet another expression he was familiar with and he moved in closer. Slowly, he reached up and put a hand on Travis' cheek.

"I know you would have protected me if ya had been there." He gave him the most reassuring smile he could and then he felt it. Flames lapping at his chest, his cheeks were turning red, normally this would be the place he turn away from the other person and every fiber of his being was saying to do just that.

"I...I wish you could have been...if...if for nothing more than to hold me..." It was a confession of sorts, and though his heart felt as if it would jump through his chest, Glads made a bold move. He was terrified by this in a way, because he knew what it meant for himself, but he pushed his head under Travis' chin and wrapped his arms tightly around him, clinging to him. "I'm sorry I didn' tell ya back then...and sorry for just saying it now. I..I just needed to." He stammered with his face buried in his shirt and chest.

[Travis Brooks]

Travis wanted to argue but shut his mouth when the boy got to his knees.  He hated this.  He hated everything about this moment; Glads all but groveling and knowing his aunt had mistreated the boy in ways no adult ever should a child.  It weighed on him heavily, a solid stone in his belly.  The young meta continued, making sense and not making sense at the same time.  He knew what Gerry might do, but he also knew that something needed to be done.  He was still underage, though.  This meant Gerry could make his life hell, make Angie's life hell too.  It would be easier to wait until he was an adult to do anything about it, but by then it all might be too late.  

He couldn't look at him, couldn't handle this situation he'd found himself in.  It was meant to be a wonderful morning, a surprise but in the best kind of way.  It was a surprise alright, but not in the way he'd expected it to be.

The soft hand that touched his cheek forced a sad sigh to escape through his nose, instinctively leaning in to the boys palm as his milk chocolate eyes slipped shut.  He savored the moment though his heart was breaking, turning to look down at Glads with sad frown as he assured Travis that he knew he'd have protected him, but why wouldn't he have told him sooner! He would have done something, he could have helped, and he certainly could have done it in a way that would have made a difference without getting him thrown out.  Or at least he thought so.. he might not have been smart enough tor really do that, but he'd have tried!  

His heart thudded fiercely in his chest as Glads slid up, nestling his lithe body against Trav's, the soft nest of curls coming up under his chin.  Did Glads have any idea what this did to him? How desperately he wanted to be there? To protect him always?  He couldn't deny him the protection now, not when he'd asked for it with no words at all.  Strong, farm hardened arms came around the boy, holding him far more gently than one might expect.  Travis shifted his face, rubbing his nose into the boys golden halo and sighing against his scalp.

"You're uh pain in th'ass." He whispered softly, a sad sort of teasing to show he wasn't angry with the boy, just hurt.  Hurt that this had happened, and hurt that he'd been left in the dark about it.  They'd told each other most everything, and there was no solid reason he could see for Glads not to spill sooner.  Maybe if he'd been there more..  All he wanted to do was blame himself.  

"It's okay." He said after a moment, trying to calm his nerves a little.  He could sit and hold Glads all day, but he knew he shouldn't.  He didn't need any more strange thoughts popping through his mind, and as much as he wanted to drive home and murder his aunt, he knew that wasn't much of a possibility either.  "If she ever touches another hair on yer head, though.. so help me.." He warned, not sure what he would do to the woman.  As it stood he might not see her again for years, which would probably be for the best. Give him some time to cool off a bit.  His fist caught some of Glads hair, clenching it around his fingers but not really pulling.  He let go, getting a hold of his anger.  This was the last thing he expected to hear.

"Any other secrets ya'll wanna dump on me?"

[Glads Thompson]

He wanted to melt into those strong arms that found their way around his body. The way he smelled, God how Glads loved that smell. It was like home to him, safe and comforting, sturdy and always there. Glads could hear Travis' rapid heartbeat, and his own almost matched it as he felt his temperature rise. The younger man's body trembled softly as he felt the familiar nose and the warm air spread through his curls, this too was comforting. Everything about Travis said..."home".

"I am huh?" The boy added with a soft chuckle. He knew very well Travis was teasing him, and in some way he liked it. It meant he wasn't mad at him. Though he had a suspicion he may have been mad at himself. It was just how the other was, Trav always acted as protector and sort of a 'superman' and to Glads, in many ways, he was.

"Shhh." Glads whispered to him as he spoke of threatening Deborah came from his lips. It was that he didn't find this sweet, but it was unnecessary. Besides, he had more important and slightly more terrifying things running through his mind at that moment. Like how dangerously close to Travis' neck he was and how much he longed to press his lips to it. The thought was cut short by the tightening grip in his hair, to which he let out a somewhat happy sigh. A warm breath against the skin of the man holding him and definitely audible. His mind raced suddenly going to every moment Travis ever held him, scanning the memories for any other time he felt like this. The younger man could not pinpoint the exact moment he fell for him, but he knew very well it was a night...in Georgia...clinging to him while laying in bed.

Something happened then that Glads did not expect. Travis asked him if he had anything else he wanted to share and there was, but he could feel his stomach turning. The words he longed to say felt painful in his chest and throat, so a fast decision was made. Glads had to know exactly how Travis felt and then he pulled away ever so gently. Letting himself still be held by those strong arms, he said nothing. He only gave the other a look and nodded softly. Another silent way of telling him there was, but it wasn't something he wanted to say exactly. With a quick but easy movement, Glads leaned forward and gingerly pressed his lips to Travis'. Despite everything, this felt right, even though his mind was fighting him. The fear he held deep down struggling and fighting it's way to the surface. He had no plans of stopping, unless Travis stopped him. Glads would have been heartbroken, but at least then he would have known.

[Travis Brooks]

No one had ever fit so perfectly in his arms, as though they were designed to hold Glads and Glads alone.  It wasn't as if he hadn't held others over the years.  He'd made plenty of friends in his time on earth, some he got to know more intimately with us, none of who felt like Glads in his heart.  None touched him the same way, none made his heart throb in his chest with a desire he couldn't exactly pinpoint.  It wasn't exactly sexual in nature, it was something different. Closer to what he felt for maybe his sister, but deeper.  As if perhaps Glads made him whole. He felt stupid thinking that way.

The house wasn't cool by any stretch of the imagination, but when Glads pulled away, even just slightly, he felt a chill rush past him.  The boys body had been warm against him and he turned those chocolate eyes to meet the sky blue of his friends, now visible with the shift in weight.  He gulped, his throat suddenly going dry at the simple way Glads watched him.  What was on his mind? What would he hear next? The nod only confirmed that he should brace himself.


What happened next took him by surprise.  Warm lips pressed to his and he felt as though he were in a dream.  This wasn't what he'd expected.  Of course he'd thought about it.  God, the amount of times he'd thought about this.. but the guilt boiled in his stomach.  Was he taking advantage of him? Glads was just a boy! Did he think this was what Travis wanted to stay with him? 

Selfishly he pushed himself into Glads, his brows knitting as he savored the moment, the feel of not only Glads tender mouth, but the warm body pressed to his.  It wasn't soft like it once was, when he was young, but hardened with age and growth. Nearly a man.. but not quite.

In a moment of clarity he pushed Glads back, panting as he looked up into his eyes with a strange mixture of lust and fear.  The last thing he wanted was to hurt him or confuse him or make things more difficult than they'd already been.  He loved him too much to do any of those things, not when he'd been through so much already in his young life.

"You don't need to do this." He croaked in a breathy voice, his chest heaving and his pants growing uncomfortably tight.  "That's not why I'm here.."  He wriggled himself free, pushing Glads aside to the couch before gripping his head and running his hands anxiously through his hair.  What was he doing?! Why had he come?  "I'm sorry." He breathed, covering his face as he tried to come to terms with what just happened.

[Glads Thompson]

For a brief moment, he was afraid that Travis would shove him away. Tell him he was crazy, or that this was wrong. Instead, he felt the other's lips press back into his and his body trembled again. It was still a mixture of fear and longing, but he wanted this. He needed to let Travis know how he felt and because he felt as though he couldn't say it out loud, this seemed the most logical way of doing so. A nagging fear crept into those beautiful moments that their bodies were pressed together, it told him that all he was good for was physical pleasure. With this thought, he went to cling to Travis' shirt, but was suddenly pushed away.

His blue green eyes locked onto the soulful ones staring back at him and he felt a deep heat rise through him and his cheeks turned dark red. He knew one of the things that he saw in those eyes, he felt the same way, but there was something else. By now, he was panting heavily too and wanted nothing more than to lose himself in another kiss, but Travis spoke instead. "I know..but..." He started to say, but the older man cut him off. "Travis, I know that.." Again his words fell short as he was pushed aside.

In a way it hurt, but he understood. At least he thought he did. His mind was telling him it was because he was young, but that shouldn't matter, 17 was legal here. However, his heart and that stupid fear were telling him something that was overpowering his mind. It had to be because of all the things he'd done, he wasn't good enough for Travis. He wasn't pure and innocent as the man had once believed and this thought caused a reaction Glads was not ready for. As he sat there watching the man cover his face and apologize, tears started to form in the corner of his eyes, but he held them back. He had to.

Slowly he stood, shaking and holding himself with one arm. "No need to be sorry." His voice shook with fear and hardly sounded like the confident young man he portrayed to everyone else. "I shouldn't have....I..I should have known better..." With that he turned away, the fingertips of his free hand glowing and sparking a little. Now was not the time for his powers to go haywire, he had to come down. "I can't say..how I really feel." Glads whispered, a single tear falling that he just couldn't hold back. "I'm the one who's sorry." Again he shook and stared at the wall away from the man he so desperately wanted to be in the arms of.

[Travis Brooks]

Travis felt the shift in the couch before he saw it, his hands pulling away to watch the boy stand, his back to him.  He watched his body language, the way his shoulders seemed to almost sag.  Had Travis been too quick to push him away? The last thing he wanted was to use Glads.  It seemed as though enough people had used him in his short life, and Travis refused to be on that list.  He wanted to comfort him, wanted to bring him back up, wanted to make everything more bearable, because that's what Glads did for him.  Everything had always seemed more bearable with the boy nearby.  It was part of the reason he sough out closer proximity.

Sandy brows lowered further and the man couldn't help the sigh that whispered through his nose.  He didn't know what to think, didn't know what to say or do.  He wasn't used to situations like this, usually being a little sillier in his interactions with people.  Everything was different with Glads, though.  He took this relationship more serious than anyone else's, because he felt he had a role to play.  Big brother.  Protector.  Friend.  Confidant. There was less room for his normal antics and lighthearted personality there.  How did he fix this problem? How did he make this go away?

He got to his feet and came behind Glads, hovering close for a moment before lacing his arms around him and crossing them around the boys torso.  He didn't have much height on the kid, but he nuzzled the side of his head affectionately anyway.  How could one person feel so much like home?  The urge to lower his lips onto Glads neck was overwhelming, but he forced himself to shove the thought as far back into his mind as he could.  

"Please don't be upset." His drawl was soft and pleading as he spoke close to his ear, squeezing him a little.  "The only reason I'm even here is you, yah know that, don'tcha? You don't need tuh do nothin' but be yerself. I won't ever expect anythin' from you." He sighed as he loosened his grip a bit.  "I just want'cha tuh be happy."

[Glads Thompson]

The sparks from his hand finally started to fade and he felt the sting it usually left behind. Mostly because he'd closed his hand around his fingertips to keep any accidents from happening, which meant his palm was now just slightly singed. It was something he was used to so, he made no signs that it hurt, even though it did, just a little. His mind was trying to focus on the palm of his hand so he wouldn't think about Travis, so he wouldn't think about the feelings that welled up inside of him and made him want to scream, laugh, and cry all once. Then, he felt arms around him, that warm protected feeling washing over him as they did and he melted back into the man.

His hips moved back in a way he knew they shouldn't, but he only managed to stop himself after it happened once. Hoping it would seem unintentional and not a reflex to the handsome man holding him. He didn't want Travis to think that was all he wanted from him, he needed him, he lo... No. Glads pushed that thought aside, he wasn't good enough, he would never be, but then that warm breath in his ear, those sweet words, he felt his body shaking in Travis' arms. He knew there was no way of hiding that, and he knew it would have been a familiar feeling to anyone who had held him before.

"I aint upset Trav.." He started, but the man's next words caught him off guard. Was that true? Did he really move away from his family and his home for Glads? The boys heart started pounding and he shook even more. His ears almost missed the next words, but he still didn't acknowledge them yet. Feeling that grip loosen on him, he grabbed Travis' wrist and pulled them back around him. "I am happy Travis. Especially with you around." How he managed to get those words out was beyond him, but he did. It was not the words he wanted to say, the words his brain and heart were having an all out war over, but it was close.

Glads didn't want to move from this spot, he wanted Travis to hold him forever. Slowly he rested his head back on the others shoulder, just happy to be there in that moment.

[Travis Brooks]

The feeling of the boys hands tightening around his wrists, keeping them close around him, made Travis's heart thud harder.  He could feel the boy quivering in his arms, but he wasn't entirely sure what to do about it.  He said he wasn't upset, but was that true?  What made his body tremble like that?  He'd always been a shaky leaf, he reminded himself.  Even as a boy, when he got upset, he shook like that.  Travis remembered the way his small body felt in his arms, sad and frightened from an argument he'd witnessed between Gerry and his momma.  

He didn't want to ruin the happiness Glads felt with him there, but he wanted Glads to feel safe too.  After hearing what his aunt had done to the boy, he knew now how important it was to show Glads that he wouldn't expect him to do any sort of favors for him.  Glads would know that though, wouldn't he? Would he ever suspect that Travis had ulterior motives for their friendship? He'd never given him a reason to even think that, especially since it wasn't true.  Besides he was a man.  They both were.. but that kiss...

Travis licked his lips and allowed his grip to remain tight around the boy though his mind screamed for him to back off.  What good would come of holding him this way? He was only confusing him further.  Or was it himself he was confusing? His mind was muddled, unsure of what he wanted or what Glads wanted and unable to ask or assume.  All he knew was the quivering body felt good tucked against his own.

"Then I'm glad I came out here."  His hand moved up Glads torso slowly, only a few inches, making the movement seem casual though he couldn't help but notice how firm his stomach was now.  He'd always been a scrawny kid, but there was something far less soft about him now.  Strange what only a couple years could do to someone.  He shut his eyes and breathed Glads in; he smelled like he always did.  Like a natural cologne that only Glads possessed.  

"You hungry?" He asked, needing to change the subject before his strange thoughts consumed him. Thoughts he shouldn't have as far as he was concerned.  "Lemme buyah some lunch."