My Sweet Prince

The sunlight woke him up from his sleep. He yawned and then pulled his long, slender figure up from the bed. The air was cold, and he quickly pulled on some clothes, before looking back to the bed.

“Alex?” he mumbled softly and leaned down, kissing the green eyed boy’s forehead softly. “Wake up, baby…” he giggled, kissing the boy on the lips gently so that he wouldn’t complain far too much.

The boy did some unhappy noise, but did give him a small kiss back. “Steeef… You are an evil man…” he giggled, just to lay his arms around the Swede’s neck and dragging him back down to the bed. “Come here and cuddle with me instead of getting up…” he moaned but smiled widely as Stefan gave up and cuddled up against him.

They decided to have a nice day at home instead of getting out and shop. They’d survive one morning without breakfast, right? The day passed on quickly, as they got a shower each and decided to stay naked.

“Hey, Alex” Stef giggled softly and stroke him on the cheek. “I’m hungry, up for some ice-cream?”

The dark haired boy nodded quickly and smiled at his boyfriend. “Yeah… Wait here, I’ll go get some” he giggled and ran off to the kitchen.

The Swede smiled for himself and closed his eyes, leaning back in the big chair he was sitting in. He had almost fallen into a soft slumber when he was roughly awoken by a cold liquid all over his stomach. He let out a small scream at the not so pleasant surprise, but panted out heavily when Alex bended down, licking it all up.

“You son of a bitch” the bass player murmured angrily, but was just answered with a smirk from his boyfriend.

“Oops… my fault…” he whispered, the voice so extremely soft and innocent that the blonde melted inside.

A couple of hours later, they laid completely sweaty on the bed, sleeping softly – no idea about the tragedy that took place in the other part of London.

TO BE CONTINUED...