A defintion of perfection- Jeffmads
(This is literally just an attempt to get me out of my writing slump))
The snow fell, small flakes, dancing in the air, James’ dark eyes tracking all the movement, an amazed look on his face as the small flakes grew larger.
“It’s gonna be a snow day for sure.” Thomas said happily, he was staying over at James’ house, which meant he would probably be snowed in for a couple of days. Not that James minded, Thomas and him were, well ,not dating, but they were sure as hell more than friends. His parents were cooking a warm dinner for them, and by that, he meant they were making pasta with pink sauce. He was looking forward to it, holding his friend’s hand under the table as they talked about anything and everything, ranging from school to debate team to girls, a topic neither of them liked, to clothes, to sports, a topic James happened to despise. Soon their meal was ready and they hurried over to get their plates out and feed themselves. The first night passed all too quickly and too soon James was in his bed, Thomas on a mattress on the ground. His family always joked about buying Thomas a bed, since he was always over, but instead just bought a mattress.
James yawned sleepily, moving over so Thomas could crawl into his bed. Whenever they knew his parents were asleep, they would do this, share the same bed and just hold each other. They exchanged soft kisses, at first their lips just brushing against each other before it slowly grew more passionate, their tongues clashing, their heads tilting to better the angle of the kiss. It resulted in them both being rather short of breath, but smiling dumbly at each other as James snuggled into his chest, Thomas wrapping his arms around him. Yeah, they weren’t your average relationship, and James would do anything to call him his, but what they had was good.
What they had was James’ own definition of perfection.