NEXT TO YOU ,

guess it's true,

i'm not good at a one night stand. but i still need love 'cause i'm just a man. these nights never seem to go to plan. i don't want you to leave, will you hold my hand----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Cryus was a fanatic of love. He loved love and the idea of it. All the mushy love songs and romantic comedies. Everything just looked and sounded so sweet to him and he just wanted everything everywhere to experience the things that were glamorized in the media. Of course, he had never really experienced what true love was like, but he had become rather familiar with all the soft, warm cuddles and kissing and sometimes even crossed the borders to love making. However, the cute stuff was his favorite by far. There was just something magical in the way you could hold or be held by someone. The warmth from their body wrapping itself around yours was such a magnificent thing that Cyrus went out of his way to get it whenever he could. There was never any shortage of people who wanted to cuddle with him either. He had a long list of names in his contacts that would frequently text him all week and all weekend, asking him to come over for a sleepover. Usually he was happy to oblige, but there were quite a few nights where he couldn't because of work. Stripping was fun and all, but it took away most of his weekends and practically all the time ever to sleep. It was demanding, but he didn't mind. There was some fun to be had where booze and dancing and stripping was involved. Cyrus was all about it honestly, but sometimes it was nice to have a free night where he could spend it however he wanted. Like tonight for example. He was having a pretty amazing time... even though the circumstances were a little different. Cyrus had always assumed that he was straight. This was a fair assumption to make because the only people he had ever been with romantically were women. He liked women. They were soft and they smelled good. They usually tasted pretty nice too and he liked the way their faces crinkled when they smiled or laughed. Most of his attention always wander towards the opposite sex because... well, that was just the thing to do. He could appreciate his co-workers and how handsome they looked dressed up and dressed down, but he never really felt anything like that towards them. Or he didn't think he did anyway. Honestly, it was all kind of confusing and muddled up in his head. He wasn't sure if he was gay or not, but he knew that he liked what was going on here between himself and Dominic at least. Ever since that party they met at, they had exchanged numbers and sort of started this thing where they would get buzzed together and spoon. It was nice and fun and cozy. Cyrus liked it. He was glad that Dom's apartment was where he ended up that night. He was shirtless and the room was a little cool, but his skin was warmed by Dom's who was pressed closely to him. They'd drank a few beers and shots. Laid down on the couch to watch some movie that he'd forgotten all about after having nodded off for a little while. Everything was so comfortable and peaceful, it made him feel pretty drowsy. Some obnoxious commercial started up on the television though, and stirred him from his light sleep. With a mild grin on his face, Cyrus moved to nudge Dom's chin with his nose in an affectionate sort of manner. "Oops. Did I miss much?" His voice was a soft, sleepy murmur and he pressed his face a little into the curve of Dom's neck. Girls smelled good, but damn so did he. It was enough to make him feel a little dizzy.

TAG: DOMINIC CALEB WILDER OUTFIT: n/a WORDS: WORDS NOTES: sorry this suck