"Some times I'm not so sure about love" Dutchy said quietly, kissing his boyfriend's cheek. Specs looked back at him dubiously.

"Well good to know I'm more then a fuck" He said softly, grinning.

"No really, I mean it. Is there anything less permanent?" His cornflower blue eyes questioned softly. "Love is make and then the promise broken in less then a second."

"What do you call love?" Specs asked seriously, pulling a sheet up around him and tucking it in. He pulled his knees up to his chest looking at the other boy. "Do you call it passion? Do you call it forever?" As he finished his question he kissed the blonde, his lips pressing against the other boy's pulling them slightly. "Or do you simply label what you do not know love?"

Dutchy grinned as the other boy lay on top of him, elbows on either side of his face so that he was looking at the boy's neck and collar bone. "Well I'm not so sure about love, but I do know that when I look at you I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach"

"Well" Specs smiled acting as though he was a psychologist instead of a psyche major "Is it a good feeling or a bad feeling?" His lips brushed against Dutchy's forehead pushing away strands of hair.

"Good, defiantly good." Dutchy laughed "You're ruining my contemplative moment!" He said grinning and kissing the other boy.

"Hmm, so if its good, why don't you know what it is?" He asked "Do you not love me?"

"I don't know what love is" Dutchy repeated.

Specs closed his eyes, joking aside he knew about his boyfriends issues. They were numerous and hard to deal with. His parents divorce had really affected him, they had used him as not only blame for the other parent's faults but as a messenger of hate. Both parents were remarried and divorced several times.

"Well you might not know what love is, but I know I love you". He whispered it was true. Even if to Dutchy he was a prolonged fuck buddy he did love the blonde boy. He looked up at him kissing him softly, not wanting to hear the boy's answer.

The doorbell rang.