Sleepover wit da queen!!!!

[Desmond Giuseppe]

Desmond never thought he'd felt the need to sneak into his own house. . . when he was the only one home. . . .for the whole weekend. Even though he was sure there was no way in hell he was going to get caught having Josh stay the night he still felt the need to tip toe into his own house and speak only in whispers.

"Ok," he whispered allow Josh to enter the house and closing the door behind him, "This is my house. . . . like where I live." why the fuck am I so nervous. . .

Desmond's house was averaged sized and very warm, cozy, and homie looking. Most of the walls were covered with framed pictures of him, his siblings, and other family members. He lead Josh up the steps and into his room. "Ok, so this is my room." he whispered. The main color scheme of Desmond's room was, blue, green, black and purple except for his pillow which was his favorite color; hot pink. He had quite an assortment of Harry Potter products proudly displayed among them was his stuffed Harry Potter doll which was laying on his bed. Desmond was never embarrassed by his stuff however lame people thought it to be.

"So, um, I'm just gonna go get you the air mattress and I'll be riiiiiiiiiight back. . ." he turned and left the room.

[doherty]

Josh followed Desmond into his house. It was a nice place... but then agian, most kids around here were rich. He hadn't expected anything less. Josh suddenly felt out of place. He was shabby compared to just about everything in the damn place... but he tried to push that out of his mind and focus on the fact that it was just him and Desmond alone with one another for a whole night. That brought a bit of a smile to his face - and then he walked into Desmond's room.

Josh stopped abruptly in the doorway and raised both eyebrows. The color scheme was... interesting... to say the least. He gave Desmond a sideways glance and came a few more steps into the room. "Okay," he said back, his voice decidedly louder than Desmond's because... well... because he wasn't retarded. [HAH! Sorry... had to...] When Desmond left the room, Josh allowed himself to look more closely into Desmond's things. He laughed aloud when he saw the Harry Potter paraphanelia. Fuckin' cute kid.

And then Josh waited for Desmond to come back.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

The fucking air mattress was heavy as shit! Desmond had to drag it by the strap of its bag which wasn't easy. A few time when he tugged the mattress wouldn't move and he'd fall on his ass. He eventually got the mattress into his room and turned to Josh, panting. "Ok, I need to get you some sheets." he said each word after a deep breath. The air mattress was really heavy! Even for a lacrosse player!

He once again left the room and got some sheets and blankets out of the linen closet that were considerably lighted than the fucking heavy as shit air mattress. He but the stuff on his bed then, with some difficulty, took the air mattress out of the bag and plugged the thing that filled it with air into the outlet on the wall. "Ok, tell me when you want me to stop filling it with air ok!" Desmond said to Josh as he push the button and the mattress began to fill with air.

[doherty]

"Sure," Josh said, then leaned down. He put his hand on the top of the air matress, gauging it for comfort, and when it was good he took his hand off. "That's good," he said, then stood back up. He scanned the room, turning around where he stood, then returning his gaze to Desmond. "Nice room. It's got... character." Well, mostly just one character, Josh thought, eyeing up the HP doll on Desmond's bed.

Desmond's bed.

He just realized, right then, where exactly he was. Holy shit, Josh thought. He looked quickly at the air matress and decided that he would try his hardest to stay there, to not take advantage of Desmond and his kindness. Josh cleared his throat. "I can make the bed if you want to," he offered, feeling more than awkward.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"Oh, ok sure." said Desmond who was going to ask Josh to make the bed anyway. "Um, listen I hope you don't mind, but I think I'm just gonna go take a quick shower," said Desmond casually as he gathered his pajamas and fresh pair of boxers. "If you want to take a shower after me that's cool, I'm not saying you stink, you know, just if you wanted." Desmond kept his voice casually and unaccusing; he really didn't think Josh smelled bad. "So, I'm just gonna do that while you make your bed. . ." he back awkwardly out of his room.

He couldn't believe he was leaving practically a complete strangers alone in his room, but he had a good feeling about Josh, he knew Josh wouldn't try anything. Plus Desmond just needed a few minutes to himself to think clearly about his situation; his liking for Josh was increasing with every second he spent with him, but he didn't want it to get to his head. Josh was just a guy he was helping out, who know if they were ever going to see each other again after tonight? But still. . . .

Desmond tried not to think about it as he hopped in the shower.

[doherty]

"Yeah, okay," Josh said. "Thanks." Josh watched as Desmond backed out of the room. When he was out of sight, Josh took a deep breath. That kid was getting to him, and in the worst way possible. Josh bent down and grabbed the sheets off Desmond's bed and began unfolding it. And then he heard the shower start up. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. His hands shook only slightly as he layed the sheet on the air matress. Desmond's in the shower... he thought to himself. But then he tried not to think about it. He attempted to occupy himself with the sheets, but his mind kept wandering back to Desmond. He's in the shower, you are the only two in the house... Josh rubbed his eyes and shook his head. He didn't want to be that forward, come on that strong, take advantage of the considerably younger guy. At least.. he would try not to.

Josh finished putting the sheets on the air matress, then collapsed on top of it. This was going to be a hard [pun intended?] night.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

After Desmond's soothing shower he returned to his room wearing his pajamas; a tight fitting black Gryffindor shirt and Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon pajama pants. He had dried his hair as well; he hated his hair being wet. He saw Josh lying on the air mattress and was momentarily tempted to join him, but he quickly threw the clothes he had been wearing into his laundry basket instead.

"So I see you had no problem making the bed all on your own." he said with a grin, walking over and slumping down on his own bed. "Did you want to take a shower?"

[doherty]

Josh looked up at Desmond. Fucking adorable. And, in reply to his question; "Ye-" But the words wouldn't come out. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, that'd be nice," he was able to choke out. Josh quickly jumped off the air matress. He scratched his head, looking around awkwardly. "So... I need a towel and... yeah." He paused. "Could I borrow a pair of pants to sleep in?" he asked gently. Fucking embarrassing. This was the first time he had ever gotten embarrassed for not having shit like pants to sleep in, or a place to sleep for that matter. Josh looked intentely at the ground. He hadn't known it was still possible for him to blush.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"Oh, no problem." said Desmond trying not to make josh feel any more embarrassed that he already appeared to be. He hopped off his bed, went to his dresser, and grabbed a pair of exercise pants for Josh. "Here." he said handing them to Josh with a smile. "There's plenty of towels and stuff in the linen closet just out side my room and the bath room in the first door on the left. Um, would you like me to throw your clothes in the wash when you're done?"

[doherty]

"Yeah," Josh replied, taking the pants from Desmond. He noticed the smile, and was grateful for it. "That'd be great." It wasn't like his clothes were filthy and smelly... he got to the laundry mat regularly. He was a semi-clean homeless person, surprisingly. Josh gave Desmond a little wave, then headed down the hall. He stopped and grabbed a towel, then went into the bathroom. He stripped down, then got in the shower, sighing happily when the hot water hit his skin. He loved taking showers and it sucked that he couldn't take them every day seeing as he lived on the street. Josh tried not to think that just moments before Desmond had been in the exact position as Josh was. Josh had no idea that he was going to get so attached to Desmond. It was probably his kindness that got to him. That, and the cute. The cute helped.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

When Josh left to get in the shower Desmond paced his room for a little bit, clutching his Harry Potter doll. Holy fuck, Josh is in there naked, like with no clothes on or anything. Holy shit, he's going to come back in here wearing my pants! Holy fucking shit he didn't ask for a shirt! He's going to come back in here shirtless! Desmond took a deep breath and regained composure. He looked down at Josh's bed and realized he hadn't gotten him and blankets so Desmond and Harry went to the linen closet to get some blankets.

When he was out side of his room he could hear the shower a lot more clearly. He swallowed nervously as he reached in the linen closet for a blanket. Maybe if I get him a thin blanket he'll wander up in to my bed for warmth. . . "Shut up brain!" he muttered to himself as he grabbed the thickest blanket they had. He turned around to go back to his room then he stopped. Josh was only a few feet away from him, naked. He turned toward the bathroom and walked toward the door. His hand was only an inch away from the door knob when he shook his head and quickly went back into his own room.

He neatly spread the blanket out on Josh's bed before plopping down on his own, clutching HP and looking up at the ceiling.

[doherty]

Josh hopped out of the shower when he was finished and dried himself off, pulling on the pants that Desmond had given him. They were nice, comfortable. And they were Desmond's, and Josh somehow got enjoyment out of that. After toweling his hair semi-dry, he threw the towel on the sink and grabbed his clothes, heading back towards Desmond's room, feeling refreshed. And halfway there, he realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. It was sort of an automatic thing: when he had actually lived inside, he never wore a shirt to bed. Apparently he was just that comfortable in Desmond's home... which was frightening in and of itself. Josh shrugged. He couldn't do anything about it now. So instead he went into Desmond's room. He pushed his hair out of his face and got a better view of Desmond laying on the bed, then cleared his throat. "Ah... I'm finished," he said awkwardly, then looked down at the air matress. "Thanks for the blanket," he said with a small smile.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

Holy shit; no shirt. Desmond did his best now to stare which was easier said than done seeing as Josh was fucking hot.
"Oh, no problem." said Desmond getting up and leaving Harry Potter behind, "I'll take those." He took the dirty clothes from Desmond, tried no to stare at his chest and threw them in his laundry basket with his dirty clothes. "I think I'll wash them in the morning. I had lacrosse practice today so I'm a little wiped out." he said. He really didn't know what to do with Josh now; it was too early to just go to bed, they had already eaten, and he was sure Josh wasn't interested in watch a Harry Potter movie. "Um," he said awkwardly, "Do you, um, want to watch TV or something?"

[doherty]

"No hurry," Josh said casually, referring to the clothes. That just gave him an excuse to stay a little longer in the morning. He then fell gracefully onto the air matress. "TV is fine. Whatever you want to do, host." He looked up at Desmond, smiled, then realized just how comfortable the air matress was. Damn. Sleeping on park benches, grass, asphalt... he had forgotten how great it was to sleep on a bed. Well, without the bumping and grinding that usually accompanied Josh's trips to bedrooms. He stretched out on the matress, then looked up at Desmond. "I really appreciate this," he said sincerely, then looked away. Don't make a fool of yourself.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"I-it's really no problem." said Desmond blushing. Why did Josh have to be so damn sweet? It was only making it hard for Desmond so stay on his own bed. He couldn't look at Josh as grabbed the remote from his night stand and turned on the TV. "Oh, Project Runway! Yes!" said Desmond with excitement, "This is my favorite show! Have you seen it before?"

[doherty]

Josh loved it when he made Desmond blush. That was the first thing that Josh had found attractive about him... when Josh had been singing to him in the park. Why did that feel like it had happened so long ago? And why did Josh feel like he and Desmond had spent so much time together even though it had only been a few hours? Josh laughed aloud at Desmond's excitement. "No," he admitted. "Haven't seen it." He found himself looking at Desmond more often than the TV, though, and he figured that even after tonight he wouldn't have seen the show. Desmond was too much of a distraction.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"It's totally my favorite." said Desmond, he loved sharing things he loved with people he liked, "It this reality show that a competion between fashion designers. Every week they have to make a new origional garment and their given a theme. It's really cool. It's what first got me into fashion. I can't wait to go to college for it." Desmond could feel Josh looking at his and it made his face feel hot, but he tried his best to ignore it and focus on what Tim Gunn was saying to Andre.

[doherty]

Josh grinned. He knew Desmond could feel him looking, but he didn't care. "Sounds like an interesting show," he said, although he wasn't really paying attention to that. All he could really pay attention to was that Desmond was right there sitting in bed, Josh was only a few feet away on an air matress, they were both gay, they were both attracted to one another, but they were still just sitting there and acting like nothing was going to happen.

"So," Josh said, continuing to study Desmond's face. "You want to be a fashion designer? That's pretty cool." Josh just wanted to keep him talking. He probably wouldn't be able to stand just sitting there and watching TV.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"Yeah," said Desmond with a nod, not taking his eyes off the TV screen, "Me and my best friend Audrey, we've already found a school to go to and everything. The only thing is that since Audrey's a girl we won't be able to room together, but I was thinking; maybe if I told the housing director I'm gay he'll let it slid." Desmond let out a small laugh, "I dunno though, I heard you shouldn't room with one of your best friends because you'll get into too many fights, but Audrey and I have tons of mini fight so I'm sure we could handle it." He realized he was rambling a bit and stopped talking. The silence was a bit awkward so Desmond did his best to focus on the TV and the ugly dress Chloe was making. Desmond only spoke after a long pause. "Um, do you want to sit on my bed so you have a better view of the TV? I know it must be a bit hard to see from the floor and the angle is kinda fucked up and all."

[doherty]

Josh was off the air matress in a second. He sprang up, tripping slightly on the sheet. He cleared his throat and attempted to sit next to Desmond coolly, nonchalantly, but it was kind of difficult seeing as his skin was jumping, like he was being fueled by some kind of electric current. He knew that the current was coming from Desmond. "Sure, yeah... this angle's a lot better." Josh brought his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, then turned to the side to look at Desmond. "I really admire people that have the drive to do something like fashion design. It's like... you have to be motivated to do something like that. Innovation takes a lot of work and creativity."

[Desmond Giuseppe]

Desmond laughed a little at Josh's quickness to join him, not to mention his grace.

"Thank you," said Desmond with a smile and a blush. "Yeah, it took a lot of work and motivation to learn how to sew properly. A lot of people don't realize that it harder for guys to learn because women have much finer motor skills than us so it's easier for them which sucks when your learning with a girl and everything she does is better than yours and she feels the need to rub it in your face, but anyway. I'm sure it took just as much work and motivation for you to learn how to play the guitar so well. I obvious don't have the patience for it." He pointed at his dust covered guitar in the corner of the room. "But, I have a drum set in the basement and I'm pretty good at that." Desmond just couldn't stop talking; he felt that if the conversation stopped for to long he might end up doing something. . . .

[doherty]

Josh shrugged, attempting to be modest. "It comes second nature to me. Nothing skilled about it." He glanced at the guitar in the corner and grimaced. Poor thing probably hadn't been tuned or played for that matter in a long time. "Drums?" Josh asked, interested. "You play drums?" He nodded appreciatively. "That takes some skill. The beat of the band." He stopped with that and stared boredly at the TV. He wasn't a fashion kind of guy, but he wanted to pretend to be interested, for Desmond's sake. He kept stealing glances at his host, wondering if maybe he'd try to be forward... try to initiate something. But he was too much of a coward for that, especially because he was investing so much time and thought and feeling into it.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

Desmond couldn't think of anything else to say, his mind was drawing a complete blank. And then came the awkward silence between them except for the sounds coming from the TV. They just both sat there staring at the TV. Desmond wasn't even paying attention to it anymore and he had a funny feeling that Josh wasn't either. He glanced at Josh out of the corner of his eye. His heart was pounding uncomfortably in his chest; he wanted Josh. But, what if Josh thought the only reason Desmond brought him back to his house was for sex? That hadn't been Desmond's intension at all! He just truly wanted to help Josh, at least give him one comfortable night in a nice warm bed, Desmond had know idea he'd end up feeling this way. Even though Desmond hadn't asked for Josh's age he knew he was much older and that was another thing; what if Desmond tried something and Josh thought he was being a stupid immature kid? Even though Desmond was afraid of all these things he had a feeling that Josh might be feeling the same way, but there was only one way to find out, only one way Desmond could think of at least. . . .

With his face feeling flushed and heart pounding even more painfully then before Desmond slowly turned to Josh. "Um, Josh. . ." he said quietly. He had no idea what to say next. He sat there staring at Josh for a moment before slowly leaning in, eyes closed, and gently kissing him on the lips.

[doherty]

Josh figured his heart had stopped beating, but all it really did was jump when Desmond's lips touched his. Finally, what he had been waiting for: something physical between the two. Enough just sitting around and thinking about it, it was actually done, and Josh felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Thank God Desmond acted. Josh opened his eyes and looked at Desmond, whose eyes were still closed, and he smiled the first sincere smile since... well, a while. Josh leaned towards Desmond, but his hand gently on his leg, kissed him again. Every care was out the window: Josh didn't think about the fact that Desmond was so much younger, that they had just met, that it was very likely he was taking advantage of the impressionable teenager's kindess.... None of that mattered. And Josh was scared out of his mind because of it.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

Desmond had taken a chance and thank God Josh went along with it otherwise Desmond would have ran away crying like the Emo kid he was. It had been so long since he'd actually kissed someone. He had been going out with his ex boy friend, Kyle, for a nine months before Kyle moved to Florida near the end of his junior year. When Kyle moved away Desmond thought he'd never be able to feel like that about anybody ever again, hence the emoness, but now that he had Josh he felt like he was ready to love again.

Desmond blushed and smiled a little when Josh kissed him. Did this make Josh his boyfriend? They hadn't actually said anything. . . they were just kissing mostly. Desmond hoped that this wasn't going to be a one time thing, he didn't want anything like that. He trusted that Josh wouldn't hurt him.