I woke up to the sun already shining in through my curtains, a sight I had gotten used to from living in LA but was rather rare here in the UK. I let my tongue slide over my upper lip, it was almost like I could still feel his taste on it. Which of course was impossible, I wasn't even sure if you could taste things in your dreams. It hurt dreaming of him, but I smiled thinking of it anyway because it was equally amazing.

Just that - wait. 

I opened my eyes and turned over to my right sight, blinking a few times to reassure myself that my eyes weren't tricking me.

But it was real. This hadn't just been one of my very vivid dreams.

He was actually lying next to me.

Jonathan Mark Buckland.

The love of my life.

Then it all came back to me, the way we had spent the rest of the day writing songs in my flat together like in the old times, stopping every once in a while to share yet another of our passionate kisses. We couldn't let go of each other, we had both waited for way too long.

At night we had fallen asleep together in my bed, not ready to go further yet but always staying close to each other.

I kept looking at Jonny's beautiful sleeping face for a little while until I decided to get up and prepare breakfast. I wasn't too good of a cook but my skills were just enough to manage a cup of tea and toast with butter.

A few minutes later I walked back towards the bedroom, balancing a plate with toast and two mugs in my hands. Jonny had already gotten up and was wearing one of my shirts.

"You look hot in that love", I commented while entering the door.

Jon blushed and tried hard not to grin, but he clearly didn't succeed.

"Not as hot as you."

God, it felt so good saying those things out loud instead of them being forbidden thoughts.

"I got breakfast for you Jonnyboy."

"Oh I see, the classic."

"Well you'll have to bear with my poor cooking skills now!"

But we couldn't get to the food before we were all over each other again. After another few minutes of passionate kisses we decided to drink the tea before it got cold. I still couldn't help staring at Jonny in disbelief that this was real.

It was all so new, my experiences with other men didn't go any further than a drunken kiss during a truth or dare game and I was pretty sure Jonny wasn't an expert either. We were still the same two people we had been 24 hours ago, and Jonny was still the guy I had been hanging out with since the very beginnings of Coldplay; my best friend. But somehow we were also completely different from what we had been the day before. I had half expected my face to not look the way it always did in the mirror. But it was still me, Chris, except I had a wide smile all over my face and my eyes were glowing. 

Things would never be the same, and probably they would get quite complicated once we thought the whole thing through. It certainly wouldn't be easy having a relationship as two male members of a world famous band, no matter how stupid it seemed to me that this made a difference to people. We were two humans who were in love and that should be all that mattered. But I didn't really care about what other people would think. Maybe love wasn't meant to be easy. Life is complicated and so is any relationship. But I knew our bond would be stronger than anything in our way. Jonny and me had always made it through everything together and so would we now.

And right now all I wanted was to completely indulge the euphoria of finally being able to touch Jon the way I had always wanted to, to feel his taste in my mouth, his green eyes on mine.

To have him be mine.

To love him and not hold back.

THE END