Candy Floss

— My God, I've never been so tired in my life. — the teenager said, exhaling air. — Have you been up all night again, sitting at books and making a model? — the blond man asked. — Mhm-mmm. — Come here — Vance said softly and tenderly, stroking the surface next to him. The Asian lazily crawled up to the boy and buried his nose in his chest. Vance gently ran his hand down the guy's back. The room was quiet, Bruce could hear the rhythmic beating of the guy's heart and the slow rise of his chest. Lifting his head slightly, he nuzzled the blond's neck and left a light kiss on it. Vance's hair tickled Bruce's face pleasantly. His hair was so soft and delicate, long and golden. Bruce liked that when the sunlight fell on them, they sparkled like a nymph angel. They looked like cotton candy and smelled just as sweet. Bruce carefully tucked Vance's tangled hair behind his ear. The blond, of course, got great pleasure from the gesture of the Asian. Turning the guy's head with a slight movement of his hands, Vance kissed him on the lips and nose as gently as possible. Bruce was pleased to be with him. Only with Vance it was much easier for him, only in his arms he felt safe, and only with him he could forget about all his worries. When they were together, all the fatigue disappeared.