Sleepover wit da queen!!!!

[doherty]

Josh took a second to breathe. He reached out and touched Desmond's cheek gently, as if anything rougher would break the skin. "So here we are," he said, his voice low. He smiled and ran his thumb along Desmond's cheekbone, looked into his eyes. "I hope you don't think..." Josh trailed off, rearranged his thoughts. "I mean, I didn't plan this. I didn't just come here because I had intentions of..." Again, his thoughts ran away from him and he didn't finish the sentence. He just stopped, averted his eyes. Unfortunately, the thing he looked at instead of Desmond was the Harry Potter doll, and he laughed aloud at it. Way to ruin the moment.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

Desmond loved the way Josh's hand felt against his cheek. "I know you didn't." said Desmond breathlessly. He gazed right back into Josh's eyes; he was so beautiful. "B-but, I'm glad this happened. . . ." Desmond blushed and smiled, he felt like his heart might explode from all the feelings he felt toward Josh. Then Josh laughed. At first Desmond was laughing at how cute he was then he turned slightly to see that it was fucking Harry Potter lying on his side on Desmond's bed staring at the both of them. As much as he loved that doll it some how always became a distracting during intimate moments. Desmond quickly swatted Harry off the bed and turned to Josh. He leaned in a kissed him then rested his forehead on Josh's.

[doherty]

Josh grinned, resting his head on Desmond's. He liked this angle, looking at Desmond like that. They were so close, and Josh could see every feature in detail... his eyes were especially pretty. Pretty. I can't believe I just thought that... "I don't mind Mr. Potter joining us, really," he said, attempting to inject a little humor into the heavy, heavy moment. Heavy for Josh, at least. It was something new, something he hadn't been forced to deal with before... love at first sight. Was that too hokey? But somehow Josh had known when he saw Desmond in the park that the two would end up... being close. Josh let out a contented sigh and he brought his hand up, touched Desmond's bottom lip gently and kissed it immediately afterwards. He felt like he had to touch Desmond. It was necessity.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

Desmond wrapped his arms around Josh then rested his head on Josh's shoulder with a cute little grin on his face. One of Desmond's favorite things in the world was cuddling with someone he cared about, someone like Josh. Desmond gazed dreamily up into Josh's eyes.

"I don't mind Mr. Potter joining us, really,"

"Umm . . ." said Desmond awkwardly. As weird as it sounded Desmond almost saw the doll as a real person, almost like a friend, so if him and Josh got a little bit more intimate Desmond would rather Harry not see it. "I, um, think Harry is quite content on the floor." he said breathlessly. Desmond pulled Josh closer to him and cuddled his shoulder. Josh felt so warm; it was really nice seeing as it was starting to get a bit cold as it got later into the night. "It's cold." said Desmond. "Maybe you should sleep in my bed." Desmond had the most innocent of intentions.

[doherty]

"Whatever Harry wants," Josh mused, looking at the doll with raised eyebrows. It sounded strange, but the thing looked like it was watching. Seriously freaky. But it was part of Desmond, and Josh automatically liked it.

Josh rested his cheek on the top of Desmond's head and wrapped his arms around the younger boy in return. He nodded in agreement at the 'cold' comment... The fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt probably didn't help the matter. "I don't want to..." Josh trailed off, picking his words carefully. "Invade your space," he finished softly. He wanted nothing more than to be in the same bed as Desmond - he would even be content with just holding him - sex was not a necessity. Just... close proximity. That was enough.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"But it's cold!" protested Desmond, looking up at Josh and giving him his famous puppy dog eyes, "and besides I want to be with you." He cuddle up against Josh even more with a cute little smile on his face. As he did so he realized something; what was Josh going to do when the morning rolled around? Would he just be like "that's for the night!" and leave? Plus there was the fact that he obviously had no where to do once he left Desmond's house. Desmond frowned as he thought about Josh surviving on the cold street of Pittsburgh. He had to get something to get this thought out of his mind.

"What do you want for Breakfast tomorrow?" Desmond asked, reluctantly pulling away from Josh's embrace, "I can make pancakes, I can make waffles, I can make eggs, I can make hash browns, I can make bacon, I can make um. . . chocolate chip pancakes, I can make chocolate chip waffles, I can make oatmeal, I can make sausage, I can make cereal. . . . . .um. . . . I think that's the extent of my breakfast making abilities." Desmond frowned and looked at his bed sheets as he tried to think of some more. "Yeah," he said looking up at Josh, "That's pretty much all I got. . ."

Now Desmond felt embarrassed; he tired so hard not to become the stereotype that all gay men were girly and here he was being all "what do you want for breakfast dear?" with Josh like some stupid little fag. He could feel himself blushing and not in the good cute way, in the 'I just made a total ass of myself way'. But still; he rather think about what Josh wants for breakfast than what going to happen to Josh once he leaves Desmond's house.

[doherty]

Josh waited patiently as Desmond went through his breakfast food options. When he was finished, Josh couldn't help but sigh longingly. "I'll eat anything," he replied honestly, smiling to himself. It was totally true... he'd eat whatever Desmond prepared for him. Josh wasn't going to let Desmond's slight change of attitude go unmentioned, though. "Is something wrong?" he asked gently. He automatically reached out, but his hand on Desmond's thigh. His mind immediately went running off with him. Had he done something wrong? Said something? Not said something? Josh furrowed his brow and peered at Desmond worriedly. He suddenly felt uncomfortable without Desmond agianst him.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"Huh?" Desmond had been deep in his own thoughts when Josh spoke to him. "No! No, I'm fine." he reassuringly, giving Josh a smile, "I'm just tire; I lacrosse practice today after school and that always wipes me out pretty good." He groaned a little as he rubbed his eyes sleepily. It wasn't a complete lie; he was tire from lacrosse practice, but that wasn't all of it. . . but, nope, not thinking about it anymore! Ladedadeda! Desmond quickly drove those worrisome thought from his brain because he knew Josh could tell something was wrong and it was starting to worry him. Desmond shook the hair on the back of his head to get him self to snap out of it. Josh had to think he was a total spas by now, but Desmond was a total spas some times so he guessed it was best for Josh to find that out right now.

"I'm fine." he repeated. More cuddling seemed to be in order to reassure Josh. Desmond wrapped his arm around Josh's with a smile on his face then slowly fell over on the bed, forcing Josh to fall with him. Now they were laying together on Desmond's bed which was a small step further then sitting together on Desmond's be. He put his arm across Josh's chest and his head on his shoulder. "I like this better than sitting." he told Josh with a bog grin across his face.

[doherty]

Josh, after he had fallen over, turned his head to peer at Desmond. He didn't believe that Desmond was just tired from lacrosse, but he trusted Desmond to tell him eventually... and he didn't want to push the issue. He was just... concerned. Surprisingly. And it tortured him slightly to think that he was making Desmond uncomfortable. But he didn't want to ruin anything that had been created between the two, so he bit his tongue. He would have to try to be a bit less paranoid.

Josh smiled gently and lifted his hand to brush Desmond's hair out of his eyes. He had never met someone so pretty, so beautiful to him. Josh took a moment to just stare (as strange as Desmond probably thought he was being) and commit every little thing to memory, because Josh wanted to see nothing but Desmond... dream about him, see him when he closed his eyes. Josh layed his free hand on top of Desmond's, the one that was resting on his chest. "I like this better, too," he said soflty, shifting slightly so his kiss could reach Desmond's lips.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

Make out time! Desmond second favorite thing in the world after cuddling! He put a hand on the side of Josh's face and pulled him in to a deep opened mouth kiss. He pulled away for a moment. "I like this even more." he said with a smile before continuing to kiss Josh. His hand moved down to Josh's waist and he pulled Josh's body closer to his own. He wanted to feel Josh's bare chest against his own so Desmond hastily took his shirt off and laid with his chest against Josh's. It felt wonderful with Desmond's skin touching his. He thanked God that Josh hadn't asked for a shirt. He'd never felt so close to someone in all his life.

[doherty]

Josh gasped softly when Desmond pulled their bodies together. He hadn't expected that, and he hadn't expected the sharp pang in the pit of his stomach as a result. Josh broke away from the kiss when Desmond pulled off his shirt, and he couldn't help but stare, lips parted and eyes slightly wide. They had been totally innocent with one another only a moment beforehand, but now Josh was finding it harder and harder [no pun intended?] to stay away from Desmond. And now that their skin was touching and they were holding each other and they were both feeling the same things... Josh was going to find it very difficult to stray away from that. For the moment, though, Josh forced himself not to think negatively. "Desmond..." he whispered before leaning against the younger boy and kissing him, more forcefully than he had before. Josh found positivity in Desmond's kiss, and that's where he wanted to stay, for a little while at least.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"Yeah?" said Desmond breathlessly after Josh kissed him. Desmond began to feel so warm and content in Josh's arms that he was having trouble staying awake. Since he had made Harry go away Josh was now his replacement snuggle item for bed time. Now that Desmond's shirt was off he was feeling the could even more even though he was cuddled next to Josh's warm sexy body. He kind of wanted to do 'stuff', but he didn't want to ruin the moment. . . but if Josh started something. . . . "Let's get under the covers in case we fall sleep." he told Josh.

[doherty]

"Okay," Josh replied in a whisper. Why they were being so quiet, Josh had no idea. Maybe it was because of the moment that was happening between them, this sort of first realization that they had... feelings for one another. But Josh didn't want to raise his voice because that would shatter everything. Josh gently moved Desmond's head from his shoulder to the pillow and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over the both of them. When he was laying next to Desmond once more, he smiled. He was truly happy. Josh shifted under the covers so his and Desmond's legs were intertwined and he leaned his forehead on Desmond's. "Are you tired?" he asked, his eyes slowly closing despite his best efforts to keep them open.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"Yeah." said Desmond rubbing his eye and stretching out his other arm. He cuddle up tight and closed to Josh and pulled up his blanket so that it just covered his chin. He was so warm, cozy, and content with the warm of Josh's body on his own that he almost wished he didn't have to sleep and they could just lay like that forever. Sleep, however, was inevitable. Burying his face in Josh's chest he closed his eyes and drifted into the most comfortable sleep ever despite the lack of Harry Potter doll.

[doherty]

Josh smiled and watched as Desmond drifted into sleep. He remained as still as possible, only moved to breathe. He didn't want to wake Desmond... he just wanted to watch as he slept. Josh gently ran his fingers over Desmond's hair in an almost tender gesture and soon he felt the heaviness of sleep come upon him. He didn't want to sleep. He just wanted to stay and watch Desmond and try to figure out what was going on inside of him. He wanted to figure out what he was going to do with this realization that they had feelings for one another. With those thoughts running through his mind, Josh drifted off to sleep, still holding Desmond and still more happy than he had ever been.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

When Desmond awoke the next morning he had one of those moment where he had no idea what had happened the night before so he had a split second of panic when he say the young man asleep next to him. It was only Josh thought. Beautiful, beautiful Josh. Desmond instantly remember all the events that had happened between them the night before. Josh looked so content and adorable just sleeping there that Desmond couldn't bare to wake him up. He carefully disconnected himself from Josh's arms and replaced himself with his Harry Potter doll more for a laugh than anything. He just stood there watching Josh for a moment taking him all in. Desmond was his now, whether or not Josh realized it Desmond loved him more than anything and he never wanted to loose him. He looked at Harry Potter and smiled to himself; that had been him all the night before and that thought made Desmond feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

He grabbed the shirt he had taken off the night before, put it on and then went down stairs to make some breakfast. What did Josh say he wanted? Desmond was pretty sure Josh had never given him a clear answer so he just decided to make what ever he wanted. Chocolate chip pancakes and maple bacon seemed to be in order. As he mixed the pancake batter and fried up the bacon he hoped Josh would be woken by all the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen because Desmond couldn't bare to wake him up himself.

[doherty]

A few moments after Desmond went downstairs, Josh awoke. He woke up because of the smell and because he couldn't feel Desmond's warm body against him any longer. He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw, of course, was that fucking Harry Potter doll. Josh couldn't help but smile to himself and shake his head. Josh threw the covers off of himself and stayed in a sort of spread eagle position for a moment, considering not getting up. The bed was so comfortable, and God knows he didn't get to lay in one very often. But he got up and headed downstairs, his chest bare and his hair a mess. He found the kitchen easily and watched as Desmond moved around. He leaned against the doorframe that led into the kitchen and crossed his arms, smiling gently to himself. Desmond was... adorable. And caring. And perfect. And very likely too good for Josh. "Morning," he said after a moment.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

Desmond, who was so absorbed in making breakfast perfect hadn't even noticed Josh come in the room until he said something. When he turned he saw Josh standing in the door frame looking as perfect and gorgeous as ever.

"Good morning." he said walking over to Josh and planting a kiss right on his lips. "I hope you like chocolate chips pancakes and bacon!" He went back over to the counter where the pancake batter was and pour a couple of plops of it on to the griddle. The cooking pancakes smelled so good with the frying bacon. "I hope you didn't mind the company I gave you when I got up this morning." he said with a grin as he flipped the pancakes.

[doherty]

Josh returned the smile and walked further into the kitchen, coming up behind Desmond and wrapping his arms gently around his waist. He layed his head on Desmond's shoulder and watched as the pancakes cooked. "Harry and I were very comfortable with one another," he replied, amused. "I have to admit I was a little surprised to see him when I woke up. I was expecting you there." Josh couldn't reach any other part of Desmond's face, so he just kissed his jaw, right below his ear. That would have to do. "And chocolate chip pancakes and bacon sounds amazing." In all honestly, his mouth was watering at the sound and smell of the items cooking. Desmond was being so good to him, and he wasn't really used to that kind of treatment.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

Desmond didn't mind Josh being attached to him as he cooked. In fact, it made it all that more enjoyable. His only concern was that the bacon grease would splash and hurt Josh since Desmond always ended up with minor burns when cooking bacon. After removing the last pancake from the griddle he turned around with Josh's arms still around him, wrapped his own arms gently around Josh's neck and gave him a few light kisses on the lips. It felt so right just being there with Josh, if he hadn't fear his bacon would burn he would have stayed there forever, but he wanted Josh's breakfast to be perfect.

"Hold that thought." he said as he pulled away from Josh to flip the bacon. Sure enough the grease pop as splashed tiny drops on Desmond's arm. "Fuck!" me mutters to himself, wiping the minuscule amount of grease of his arm, just enough to sting. It never left a mark, it just fucking hurt. "Ok, that'll take just a few more minutes but in the mean time. . ." he turned and went back to kissing Josh with his arms around him.

[doherty]

Josh grinned to himself when Desmond wrapped his arms around his shoulders. It was nice, being close like that. Josh silently wondered how long it was going to last. It wasn't like he was a pessimist... because he wasn't... but he was a realist. And he knew that Desmond was young and he was older, and Desmond lived with his parents, and Josh didn't expect Desmond's parents to allow a homeless gay man into their house so he could cuddle with their son. No... nothing like that. Standing, peering at Desmond, Josh wished they would. You're beautiful, Josh wanted to say, but he would never. He'd just kiss Desmond like he was at the moment and hope that those thoughts were conveyed by the kiss. "You're..." Josh paused, shifted on his feet. "You're good at cooking?" He made it a question. Instead of embarrassing himself by saying something so sensitive, he decided to take the opportunity to learn more about Desmond. Right. Good cover-up, Josh. "It smells amazing," Josh muttered, immediately returning to his and Desmond's kiss. He wasn't really giving Desmond a chance to speak, but that was okay.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"Thanks." said Desmond with a blush after another kiss with Josh. Josh was just so damn perfect to Desmond in every way! There hadn't been a single moment since their first kiss where he regretted it. He had to pull away for just a moment to take the bacon out of the pan before it burned. "I do like to cook." he said with a smile as he put the bacon on a paper towel to get the grease of before putting on a plate, "Nothing very extravagant though, just simple things. I do really enjoy baking sweets though! Like cookies, cakes, and brownies! I love to decorate cakes. For my sixteen birthday party I drew a picture of Harry Potter on my cake with icing! It was so cool!" Desmond didn't feel like he was talking too much, he felt perfectly comfortable with Josh. He grabbed the plate of pancakes and the plate of bacon and set them on the kitchen table which he had already set with silver wear, plates, napkins, butter, syrup, and orange juice. "Food time!" said Desmond as he took a seat at the table. He waited for Josh to join him before piling pancakes and bacon on his plate.

[doherty]

Josh slipped into the seat next to Desmond and winced slightly when his back touched the cold wood of the chair. He folded his legs underneath him and grabbed some pancakes, put them on his place, then started to lather them with butter and syrup. "You treat me too well," he commented innocently before cutting into the pancakes and taking a bite. That seemingly off-handed statement was true, though. Desmond did treat him too well. Something Josh didn't want to get used to, considering the circumstances. Josh reached across the table and grabbed the orange juice, pouring some into his glass. He held up the orange juice container and raised one eyebrow in question, saying with his gesture, "Do you want some?" Josh really wanted to enjoy this breakfast. And he wanted to enjoy being with Desmond. Because he didn't really know how long both were going to last. Josh pour some orange juice into Desmond's cup, his mind somewhere else completely. Well, it was always going to be on Desmond, but something else was bringing clouds in and raining on his happy parade. He tried not to let it show on his face.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"Dude, I just made you breakfast." said Desmond with a small laugh as he nodded for Josh to pour him a glass of orange juice. He piled pancakes and bacon on to his own plate. The pancakes got buttered, but no syrup. Fuck syrup. Desmond hated the stuff and had only gotten in out in the off hand chance that Josh liked it and he obviously did so mission accomplished. They ate their food mostly in silence, but it wasn't an awkward silence, it was comfortable. That's how you know you've found someone you be with, when it's no longer necessary to chat about bull shit to stay comfortable. It was nice to be able to just shut up and enjoy a meal. Unfortunately the lack of talking made Desmond think back on all his worries form the night before; what was going to happen to Josh? It was morning now so that meant that he was going to leave soon, but where would he go? Would Desmond ever see him again? What if something happened to him? Josh did live on the streets after all. But what if Josh didn't have to leave. . . . .

[doherty]

Josh finished within a few minutes - he was still a fast eater, and he savored each and every bite of it. When he was finished, he pushed the plate away and leaned back in his chair, sighing contentedly. "That was amazing," he said sincerely, a bit of a sigh in his voice. He glanced at Desmond and smiled gently. "Not just breakfast, either... everything." He was surprised at himself. He wasn't one to be so open and setimental, but... well, he meant it. And he didn't really know how to express how grateful he was. Josh stretched out his legs in front of him and crossed his arms over his chest. How to approach the situation now? Should he mention what was going to happen? He was going to have to leave, and maybe try to forget Desmond, forget the feelings he had... because Desmond deserved much better. The night had been amazing, just laying there and holding the younger boy, but... he couldn't let this sweet guy be held down by someone like him. He couldn't let himself do that. "Listen, Desmond..." Josh said, his voice low. He averted his eyes. He was getting upset... so upset. But he knew what had to happen. "I should probably - " He couldn't finish that sentence. Desmond would have to realize what he meant.