Flufftober Day 8- “Shooting Stars”
Day 8! Andrew and Micah go stargazing. Their masterlist is here.
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There was a blanket underneath them, and a sky full of endless stars above them.
Andrew had taken Micah to the spot. The spot that he used to come up to during highschool- when he needed an escape.
It was the tallest building in the small city- and somehow, Ali had discovered their sophomore year that by climbing up the fire escape in the back, you could reach a closed of section of the roof- perfectly secluded- and perfectly overlooking the edge of the city. Right out into the middle of nowhere- beyond all the city lights.
It was perfect for looking at the stars.
Perfect for lying there- hand in hand in the darkness, just the glow of the constellations and the beating of their own hearts to keep them company.
Micah lay cuddled up against Andrew’s side, his face nuzzled into the taller boy’s neck. Andrew had one arm propped underneath his head- the other pointing up to identify certain patterns and stars in the dark sky.
Andrew was busy staring at the stars- but Micah was busy staring at Andrew.
He let one arm fall over Andrew’s chest, nuzzling a soft kiss to the side of his neck. He trailed a few more kisses up his neck, tickling his ear. Micah smiled as Andrew’s breath hitched- stumbling over his words as he lost his train of thought about the constellation he was looking for.
Micah let his hand trail from Andrew’s chest to the side of his face, pulling him closer as he kissed behind his ear- and down the side of his neck, trailing around to the underside of his jaw. He paid careful attention to Andrew’s breathing as he pulled his ear between his teeth, lapping at the skin, peppered with soft kisses as his mouth moved across his skin.
His hand rubbed gentle circles against his temple, at the base of his neck and Micah smiled as he saw the other boy’s eyes flutter closed.
“Are we- are we done looking at the stars?” Andrew whispered- his breath catching in his throat as Micah peppered him with more kisses.
“Why would I- when you’re far more pretty-”
Andrew’s heart leapt in his chest- the same way it always did whenever Micah was near. The same way that his stomach swirled with a warmth he couldn’t explain. But he loved nothing more than being kissed- being touched, and held, and loved by this boy.
He smiled as Micah ran a gentle hand over his arm, pinning it gently above his head, the other trailing down his chest, resting on his hip. Micah climbed onto his knees, keeping his lips on Andrew’s neck- and it was Andrew who pulled him up and over, until the boy was straddling Andrew’s hips.
Micah interlocked his fingers in Andrew’s hand, the other cradling Andrew’s neck, tilting his chin up as he leaned down, lips finally meeting with each other.
Andrew’s heart was racing- that warmth spreading throughout him as Micah kissed him, and he kissed him back.
Micah moved both hands to the sides of Andrew’s neck, fingers combing through his hair, cradling his head so gently that Andrew swore his heart might burst. He let his own hands move down to the smaller boy’s hips, slipping his palms against the soft skin hiding beneath the fabric.
Micah kissed him harder and in return Andrew gripped ahold of him tighter. It was as if he never wanted to let him go. Andrew’s hand moved around from Micah’s hip, to the back of his thigh, pulling the full weight of his body on top of him.
Andrew gasped out a breath against Micah’s lips as he let his weight fall against the other boy. Micah took the opportunity to move his body along Andrew’s, sliding down to pepper kisses across his throat. He pulled aside the collar of his sweatshirt, raining more kisses across his collarbone and down his chest.
Andrew held him tighter, pulling him further on top of him, letting his hands move against the soft skin under Micah’s sweater. As Micah moved to kiss the side of Andrew’s neck once more, he turned to whisper in his ear.
“You take my breath away.”
Andrew wrapped his arms around Micah’s waist, and swiftly rolled over, pulling the smaller boy beneath him. Micah looked up in shock and surprise, and gave Andrew a smile.
At the invitation he leaned down, kissing the boy harder than he had kissed him before. He held him tightly about the waist, encircling the boy in his arms. Micah ran fingers through Andrew’s hair, wrapping his arms around Andrew’s neck, moving their lips together and breathing as one.
Micah’s eyes drifted open- and he smiled, pulling away for a brief moment.
“What- what is it?” Andrew asked- breathless.
He waved a casual hand behind Andrew towards the sky.
“There’s a shooting star-” he whispered. “-make a wish.”
Andrew glanced over his shoulder before turning back to smile at the boy beneath him.
“Oh darling- you are my wish.”
And he kissed him once more.
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