" If you hear someone trying to use religion to justify their hate, don't listen to them, because it's a lie. Hate doesn't come from religion, it comes from fear."

Letting out the breath he was holding, Ray rolled over and bumped into Norman. The two boys spent the night together and eventually ended up falling asleep in each other's arms.

The sun rose up, casting light through the tinted window. Ray preferred having blinds on his window 24/7. Sighing again, he rubbed his temples. What were they doing last night? He couldn't recall. His hangover is too painful to let him think properly. He sat up and looked over at the sleeping albino. Norman looked so peaceful and the only thing Ray could do at the moment is question how in the world Norman chose to be his. He really wondered, was it worth it? Norman had ended many friendships because people mocked him when he came out as being gay. Ray sighed. It was such a dumb reason to hate someone. It's not like we can choose the person we fall in love with.

Ray ran his hand down Norman's back gently. He didn't like showing too much affection but when it came to Norman it was different. It was like Norman's touch was something he just couldn't live without.

The raven headed boy smiled to himself and sat at the edge of the bed. Carefully, he placed his feet on the cold wooden floor and almost immediately flinched, pulling them back. Taking a deep breath Ray got up and stood on his feet for about three seconds before his legs went limp and he collapsed... Why were his legs so sore?

Rubbing his legs, he wondered. Did Norman beat him up?

Then he remembered.

Oh.

Blushing at the memory of Norman's pale hands around his neck, Ray slapped himself. No dirty thoughts, you pervert.

Ray looked at Norman and tried to get up but failed again. Damn. He decided to sit down on the floor just for a moment but then the memories from the night before came in.

They hung out for the most of the night, joking around. But then Ray thought it was a good idea to bring alcohol in. Makes sense now. Shot after shot, glass after glass and the pair found themselves on the couch making out. Ray put hands over his now hot face and tried to shake off the embarrassment. After a couple bottles of wine Norman seemed to let loose and the new side Ray never seemed to notice came shining through. Even though Norman's touch was now rough and passionate it was still as gentle and as soft as it used to be.

The situation seemed to escalate quickly so the couple decided to finish it off in the bedroom. But then... He remembered Norman taking a pause. Wait, what?

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Ray sighed. What happened after that?

Norman's sleeping figure shuffled under the blankets and Ray panicked, lowering himself down not to be seen. He couldn't handle the embarrassment.

Just as he lowered his body on the floor her remembered Norman asking him if that was what he wanted. Even when being drunk and intoxicated, Norman still cared about Ray's feelings. The boy sighed in awe. That's something he really loved about his partner.

Remembering the rest, Ray was pretty sure he needed at least three bottles of holy water to wash off his sins. Although it felt good. For fucks sake stop.

Ray sighed softly and touched his lips, remembering how Norman's soft ones felt against his own. The rough touches that left tingling sensations and passionate but gentle kisses all over his neck. Damn. Norman has got some nice ass skills.

" Ray?" Norman looked down at the boy who was still sitting on the floor.

" I, uh, I can explain -" Ray mumbled.

The white haired boy chuckled.

" Can't walk?" he asked boldly, which was kindaaaa a big turn on for Ray. Norman is always the passive one but when he spoke with such confidence Ray couldn't hold back.

" You better help me get up or you'll be the next one who's going to need a wheelchair. "

" We'll see about that, love."

// I uh, I'm not in the mood for a full blown smut rn but don't cha worry ;))
If you want me to, I can sin for the sake of our inner fujoshi and write a full blown smut. Now, let me prepare my bottles of holy water.

xx