Pleasance - a fundamental feeling that is hard to define but that people desire to experience.
Chapter 1
Chris knocked on the door slightly. No answer. Twisting the knob, he poked his head inside the bedroom. His eyes glared at the sleeping figure in bed.
He carefully entered the dark room. Standing at the foot of the bed, he waited for a couple of minutes observing how the dark haired young man rested on his stomach, a pillow by his side.
JC was sound asleep, hugging the pillow and snuggling his face on the soft fabric as he mumbled something unintelligible.
Chris rolled his eyes. He glanced at his watch one more time and headed for the window. Opening the window, the sun rays started to fill the once dark room into a brighter one. A wide smile spread across his face.
“Good morning, sunshine” he said in high pitch. JC woke up with a groan, burying his face on the pillow even further.
“Go away” he mumbled. Chris walked once again to the bed, and removed the covers off JC’s thin frame, making him fall flat on the floor with a loud thud.
“What the heck!” JC cried, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Chris crouched next to him and helped JC to stand up.
“Sorry ‘bout that but since you weren’t gonna wake up anytime soon” Chris said sarcastically, offering his hand. JC looked him squarely in the eyes and took his tiny hand. Why would Chris want him to wake him up so early? What time was it, anyway?
“Chris, it’s …” JC began, quickly glancing at Chris’s wrist watch. “10:00 a.m.” he said, yawning.
Chris headed to the door, and he leaned for a few seconds on the doorframe with his arms crossed.
“Better get ready, we’ve got lots to do” Chris said with a determined look. He wasn’t gonna pay attention to JC’s whining.
“Fine” JC answered in frustration, quickly heading to the bathroom. Chris left the room right away.
Twenty minutes later and five seconds later, they were on their way to wherever Chris was driving them. JC’s demand of caffeine was annoying him.
“This wouldn’t have happened if I had my daily caffeine dose,” he complained. Chris was trying his best to drive trough the traffic and now JC wanting coffee. Sometimes he wondered if Justin would be alittle bit sympathetic in the morning. Okay, scratch that one out.
“Yeah, ok. Geez. We’re getting you some coffee.” he snapped back. JC just looked at him with a stupid smile. Chris sighed, frustrated by how his plans were developing. ‘Just hold on alittle while, JC' he whispered softly.
The car finally stopped at a nearby Starbucks coffee shop.
“Ah, this is much better” JC grinned, holding his cup of black coffee with both hands. Chris with a decaff in hand couldn’t help but to smile at the sight before him. As they walked back to the car, he watched his boyfriend sipping his cup and just enjoying simple things.
Chris loved that about JC. He was such a down to earth boy, the boy next door type.
While in the car, JC was singing to the music of Nelly Furtado’s song ‘Turn off the Light’
After midnight
Morning will come
And the day will see
If you will get some,
Chris couldn’t help but laugh at JC’s attempt to imitate Nelly. He soon joined JC on the chorus:
They say that girl ya know
She act too tough tough tough
Well it’s 'til I turn off the light
Turn off the light
They say that girl you know
She act so rough rough rough
Well it’s 'til I turn off the light
Turn off the light
And I say follow me follow me
Follow me down down down down
'Til you see all my dreams
Not everything in this magical
World is quite what it seems
Busta and Korea leapt to JC’s lap. He caressed the puppy’s head.
“I still don’t understand where we going, Chris,” JC began, while he looked outside the window.
“We’re almost there, man. Just give me a couple of minutes.”
JC just nodded and took in the scenery. He knew they were near Key West. Where they would go, he hadn’t a clue.
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