Chap. 2 Half-Asleep

James and Carlos walked side by side down the dark streets, trudging with the same rhythm and striking up random conversation. So far they had talked about the Hunger Games, going to prom, and time travel. The sleep deprivation was making them go a little nuts. Carlos stopped at a small, white 2 story house with hedges lining the stone path. It was a nice little house. Carlos turned around and adjusted his adorable little tie.

"Well, I'll see you around James! It's cool meeting someone that can actually beat me at chess."

Carlos said with a laugh, sticking his hand out expecting a handshake.

But James took it as an opportunity to give the Latino a hug. James leaned down and gave him a warm squeeze.

He chuckled. "Yeah, by-wait a second...do you think your parents would be okay with you spending the night at my place? I live just down the street." James asked excitedly, the idea just popping into his mind with no warning as he broke the hug.

Carlos grinned up at James and returned the hug. "Yeah, he'll love that I made a new friend! Wait here-I'll go tell my papi!" Carlos squealed excitedly and ran to the door.

James patiently shifted from foot to foot as he saw Carlos' dad answer the door (in his police uniform which kind of freaked James out a bit), and they started talking and then finally, he went back inside and handed Carlos a sleeping bag.

Inside, James was overjoyed that Carlos could stay, but on the outside he just stuck to a small smile. Carlos gleefully skipped over to James, his glasses glinting and tie bouncing up and down. God, it was so cute.

"Well let's go, mi amigo!" Carlos shouted, adding the spanish to make it sound cooler.

James smiled, thinking that the foreign words sounded so cute with Carlos' Latino accent. "Okay." he said, standing and smiling at Carlos. "My house is just down the street."

Carlos skipped forward towards James, who still didn't move and was smiling like an idiot. Carlos let out an exasperated sigh and grabbed James' hand, pulling impatiently and dragging James towards his own house. Once they arrived on his porch, James snapped out of it, only to be greeted by Carlos holding his hand. A crimson blush spread across James' cheeks and he quickly pulled away, looking for his house key as an excuse.

James found the key in his pocket. "...aha! Hold on just a second...the lock's, like, rusty or something like that..." James rambled, making sure Carlos didn't see his face until the red tint was gone. He fumbled randomly with the keys until Carlos pushed past him and grabbed the key.

"For goodness sakes, James! You insert the key, and then you turn." Carlos cried, unlocking and opening the door.

The blush came back. "Sorry."

...

James opened his eyes halfway, feeling a strange weight upon his body. Not one to get up and inspect, James felt around only to feel short fur near his shoulder. James' eyes shot open instantly and he found Carlos sleeping soundly on top of him. James kept still, not wanting to wake the sleeping Latino. James relaxed and just enjoyed hearing Carlos' steady breathing and feeling the warmth he radiated. And he drifted off to sleep, not even wondering why Carlos was in his bed and not on the floor where he left him.

...

About an hour later, James half-woke up to an even weirder strange feeling. Something...on his lips. No, no...it felt like someone was kissing him. Now who could possibly-My God. James thought. Carlos! James opened his eyes in shock, remembering how he found Carlos laying on top of him. But now, it was even weirder. Carlos was now not only laying on top of him-but he was making out with him. James let out a muffled moan into Carlos' mouth as he felt his tongue sliding about inside of his mouth. Carlos pulled back for a brief moment to smile at him.

"Morning."

And almost immediately, Carlos stuck his tongue back in James' mouth. It felt so good, that James was almost going to relax and let Carlos continue, but no. There were questions to be answered. James pulled back, making Carlos smile turn into an adorable pout.

"Number one, how did you end up in my bed, and number two, why are you MAKING OUT with me?" James asked, shifting a little so he could sit up beside Carlos.

Carlos' eyebrows scrunched up in the cutest way ever.

"Remeber?" Carlos asked curiously. He sighed as James shook his head 'no'. "Last night, I got really cold in my sleeping bag so I went to yoru bed and asked if I could sleep with you. So you said yes so I climbed in but I still couldn't sleep and you looked really hot when you were sleeping so I kissed you and you were all like 'keep going' so I did and I got sleepy and asked if we could do this in the morning and you said 'yeah'. So, there."

James paused to let Carlos' ramblings sink in to his mind. Did he really say that?

"Well I dont' know...aha! I was probably half asleep. NOW it makes sense!" James exclaimed, his eyes locking with Carlos'.

And it might've just seemed like a simple glance, but for James and Carlos-it was like they could read each other's minds. It was like a look that urged them to go on.

And with that approving look, they crashed their lips together, tongues in each other's mouths in a second, the kiss turning slow and sweet at times the turning intimate and rapid. James shifted to lay back down as Carlos moved to straddle his waist. The kiss changed again and Carlos began giving James small pecks on the lips.

"And..to...think..this...started...over...chess...club." Carlos whispered in between each small peck. He pulled back and smiled. "But I still can't believe you beat me."

"You better believe it."

Carlos giggled and James hopped off the bed and then wrapped his arms Carlos, hoisting him so he was carrying Carlos by his legs.

Carlos leaned down to press his lips to James', but pulled back immediately and smiled.

"James?"

"Yeah?"

"How do you feel about me coming over like this ever Friday after chess club?" Carlos asked, playfully walking two fingers across James' shoulders and neck.

"Baby, I would love that." James whispered, setting Carlos down on the bed and nipping at his ear. "Now where were we?"