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White foamy waves glistened in the sunlight, crashing against the shore. Seagulls swarmed the town, stealing chips from unsuspecting tourists and pecking their orange beaks in black general waste bins.
Lucas and Dillon walked along the promenade with their hands in a tight squeeze, chuckling to themselves like the lovesick teenagers they were.
“I can’t believe we made it to Blackpool,” Lucas said, overjoyed by the idea of spending a whole week with his boyfriend, alone. No nosey parents involving themselves and making decisions for them. They could simply enjoy being in each other's companies for as long as they pleased.
“I guess spending 2 hours in a cramped stinky coach was worth it after all,” Dillon said, stopping them in their tracks to smoothly grab onto his boyfriend’s hands. He then pulled Lucas into his chest and placed a soft kiss to his mouth.
Lucas parted their lips but stayed within two inches of Dillon’s face to stare into his warm brown eyes. “We’re gonna have the best time. Eating ice-cream. Late night talks looking up at the starry night sky...”
“Spending what little money we have on slot machines...” Dillon teased with one of his infamous cheeky grins, shaking Lucas’ shoulders lightly. “Sounds like my idea of fun.”
Lucas rolled his eyes playfully and nudged Dillon’s arm. “Come on, we need to check in to our room.”
With a key-card in hand, they both stepped inside the small hotel room. A white blanketed double bed was the first thing that their eyes landed on. They both turned their heads towards each other, Dillon offering Lucas a gentle smile. The curly haired boy looked down at his faded trainers with a flush, heat rising up his neck.
Besides their most passionate moments sometimes lasting throughout the night, the two boys had never shared a bed together before with the intention of just sleeping. And if you didn’t count the times that they had awoken from drifting off in their shared blissful state, you could also say they had never woken up next to one another before either.
So it was safe to say they both felt the nervous tension that lingered in the air
And to break the ice, Lucas made a run for the bed, flopping on the mattress like a starfish.
“It’s so comfy. It’s almost like they want us to stay in bed all week,” Lucas muttered as he stretched out his limbs, his grey top rising in the process.
Dillon glanced down at the patch of skin that had been exposed. “Well...”
Lucas lifted his head towards Dillon and shook his head with a snort. “What happened to wanting to see the beautiful views of Blackpool from that great big tower?”
“I’ve got a perfectly good view here,” Dillon drawled, a teasing smile playing on his lips. He slowly walked over to Lucas, after placing his backpack beside the small wooden table in front of the TV, and reached his arms out towards his boyfriend.
Lucas rolled his blue eyes at Dillon’s cheesy line and then shot his arms up so he could grab onto Dillon’s wrists. They both wrestled playfully with their arms, with Lucas trying to prevent himself from becoming a pancake as Dillon looked down at him with a grin.
“Dillon, stop! We need to unpack,” Lucas chuckled brightly, pushing at Dillon’s arms.
A thick lock of brown hair dangled from Dillon’s forehead as he pressed his palms firmly against Lucas’. He moved closer to him and then dipped his head to peck at the space between his shoulder and neck. He then lifted his head to smile sheepishly at Lucas who was pursing his lips and feigning annoyance.
“Need I remind you, babe, it was you who wanted to spend the holiday in a “big comfy bed” so don’t act like you don’t love the idea,” Dillon murmured, giving him one last kiss on his throat before pulling himself up with a huff.
Lucas’ face reddened as he got up off the bed. “Ok you got me there. I’m just so obsessed with you...” He attempted to keep a straight face as Dillon turned to look at him with a surprised expression at his “boldness” but he failed when a light laugh left his lips.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Dillon smoothly replied, running his hand through his dark hair.
“Your lyrics suck,” Lucas retorted back, tilting his head.
Dillon slapped his hand to his chest and gasped dramatically. “Oh you wound me, Hay! I poured my heart out to you in that song.” He then smirked, watching Lucas crouch down to start unpacking his blue rucksack. “Guess we all can’t be Olivia Rodrigo.”
His boyfriend whipped his head round, the tips of his ears burning crimson. “How did you-“
“Little tip, hun,” Dillon perched his arm on the headboard and grinned down at him with an innocent smile. “Next time you go to make a ‘Listen when sad’ playlist, you might wanna click the private button.”
Lucas pulled Dillon’s black backpack towards him and started to unpack it. “Or you could, I don’t know, learn to not snoop on your boyfriend,” Lucas muttered, lobbing something soft and cuddly at Dillon’s chest.
From the heavy hit, Dillon grunted and looked down into his hands to see what had hit him. His eyes widened and he then squished the white polar bear to his chest. “You leave Yog out of this!”
“Yog agrees with me,” Lucas exclaimed, continuing to pull out various items of clothing from Dillon’s bag. He laid them in a line on the cream carpet and neatly folded them.
Dillon sat the fuzzy bear on Lucas’ shoulder and in a high-pitched voice said, “Be nice to Dillon.”
The boy took Yog from Dillon and got up to place him on the right side of the bed, tucking him under the white duvet before patting him on the head. “Sleep now.”
Dillon shook his head, picking up the purple hoodie Lucas had neatly folded for him and placing it in the wooden drawer on the left-hand side of the bed. “Nice of you to give Yog your side of the bed.”
“Uh no- I’m on the left,” Lucas argued, walking round to open the drawer Dillon had put his hoodie in.
His boyfriend nudged Lucas’ hand away from the drawer handle. “I like the left side.”
Lucas sighed out and groaned, “I like being close to the door, just in case something happens.”
“Like what? The hotel staff murdering you in your sleep?” Dillon teased.
“Well yeah, it’s always good to be prepared.” Lucas then stopped for a second and sent him a glare. “Hang on- why is it just me dying in this scenario?”
Dillon shrugged and tapped his lover’s shoulder. “Because when we got given our key from the hotel employee, you scowled at the dude for wishing you a great stay.”
“I did not ‘scowl’,” Lucas huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest. “And anyways he was giving you the eyes.”
Dillon snorted and dipped his chin. “It was a welcoming smile.”
“Yeah, welcoming to a prozzy maybe,” Lucas grumbled under his breath.
“Besides, the only eyes I’m interested in tend to be on the more... prickly side,” Dillon replied shamelessly, sending him a charming smile that had Lucas almost weak at the knees.
The curly haired boy gave him a look which had Dillon raking his eyes over him.
“Are you sure we can’t...” Dillon started off, drifting his hands to Lucas’ waist.
Lucas looked back at the bed before placing his hands on top of Dillon’s. “Unpack first.”
Dillon rolled his eyes playfully and went to pick up more of the clothes Lucas had taken out for him but not before catching his boyfriend try to open the white drawer again. “You know it’s pointless picking sides, Lucas.”
The boy looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Ok then- give me the left side and you sleep with Yog. Simple.”
“I think you misunderstood me,” Dillon said, an amusing glint in his brown eyes. “We both know you’re not sticking to a side. The moment we get into bed you’re rolling yourself over towards me for a cuddle.”
With an embarrassed smile, Lucas wordlessly walked away from the white drawer and Dillon followed his every move, thinking he’d won their petty argument. He watched his boyfriend pick up two plush cushions from the armchair and placed them down the middle of the bed. Dillon frowned as he observed Lucas pick up Yog and transport him to the left side of the bed.
“You can cuddle Yog tonight,” Lucas announced, watching Dillon’s face fall from one of triumph to disappointment.
“And who will you cuddle then?” Dillon asked with furrowed brows.
“Well it looks like we’re gonna have to head to the arcade then,” Lucas decided after a moment’s thought, rushing to the door with excitement, “to win me a cuddle buddy.”
Dillon wanted to protest and say he was all the cuddle buddy that Lucas needed, but the giddy expression on his face warmed his heart so he sprinted after Lucas with a fond feeling in his chest.