The next day Minghao woke up warm and secure. He had slept all night in Junhui’s tight hold, his sobs fading to a gentle smile as the other boy had tossed the thick quilt over the both of them, and climbed back in beside him. He had won.

He had spent the past four weeks happily admiring Junhui from an emotional distance. He hadn’t allowed himself to truly face his feelings and the possible ramifications. But as he lay in the still quiet light of pre dawn he traced Junhui’s jaw with his finger and smiled when the other boy wrinkled his nose in his sleep. His hand became bolder, moving from his face, to twirling a strand of his beautiful violet hair between his fingers. When the other boy didn’t wake he let the pads of his fingertips run across the smooth skin of Junhi’s neck and wondered what the soft creamy skin would feel like under the heat of his lips.

He thought he was content to stand at Junhui’s side, to be happy with his place in his life, as a friend. A close friend. Maybe even a best friend. But the slap of reality that beautiful women would always want Junhui made him realise he would do anything to keep him to himself. He couldn’t just walk by his side and watch Junhui live a life that didn’t have Minghao at the centre. He wanted to be the only one. He wanted to be the one. Because he knew Junhui was the only one for him.

His need became more urgent, his self control was wavering, he wanted Junhui so bad. He thought he was content to just be by his side, he thought it was just the boyish expression of a childhood crush, but the longer he stared at Junhui’s perfect features the more he knew he was wrong. It wasn’t just a boyish crush. It was love. He was in love with Junhui.

Just one kiss…….

Maybe he could steal just one kiss from his sleeping prince.

It couldn’t hurt.

Minghao moved closer to the other boy squashed close on the tiny bed. Their legs were tangled together and Junhui’s arm was trapped under the pillow they had shared all night. Minghao leaned close and pressed his lips to Junhui’s forehead and kissed him so softly, almost imperceptibly, but it was like fire ripped through Minghao’s whole body. He knew he shouldn’t have done it, far from quenching his craving, the feeling of his lips on Junhui’s skin only fuelled the desire that burned within him.

“Hao did you just kiss me?” Junhui mumbled in his thick morning voice. He didn’t open his eyes, Minghao had no idea he was even awake, and panic began to build in his chest. “Ah, yeah I guess I did…..” Minghao mumbled. “I’m sorry..” he said quietly as he turned away to face the wall in shame. He waited for Junhui to get up out of the bed and get away from him as quick as he could but he just felt the bed s