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Tangled together beneath the blankets, Giacomo’s hands were busy at Arven’s stomach, teasing him with tickles. Arven reflexively tried to cover himself, but Giacomo only pressed on with more insistence.
“Let go! Cut it out!” Arven managed to exclaim through fits of laughter. He wasn't trying particularly hard to push him away.
Giacomo shook his head, doubling down as his fingers migrated to Arven’s ribs.
Arven writhed, his laughter punctuated by heavy gasps for air. Finally, he grabbed Giacomo’s wrists and pinned them upward with a quick motion, he had always been the stronger of the two.
Giacomo didn't resist. He just grinned back. Arven held his wrists tight for a few seconds, staring at him, before slowly loosening his grip.
He let the other boy's hands fall to the sides of his waist. Arven’s face was still flushed and his breath hitched from laughing so hard, but Giacomo only offered a sweet, steady smile in return.
“You win...” Arven managed to get out, still holding onto Giacomo's wrists, waiting for him to catch his drift. “You win…” he repeated.
Giacomo leaned in, his fists bunching the fabric of the bedsheets. Arven slid his fingers up from Giacomo’s wrists to his shoulders, pulling him closer.
“Arven...” Giacomo whispered, his nose grazing Arven's with a gentle touch.
He felt Arven’s hands take hold of him; he felt his own hands begin to tremble from the grip he had on the duvet.
He kissed him softly. It began as a shy brush of the lips before he completely forgot the moment his hands had found Arven’s waist. He could feel Arven’s heart racing against his own chest. Reaching up, Giacomo ran a hand through Arven's blonde hair, playing with the strands.
The sudden chime of the Rotom Phone snapped him back to reality. Giacomo broke the kiss, though his eyes remained fixed on Arven’s lips.
"That must be my dad..." He checked the device before sliding it into his pocket.
“It’s okay. It’s late... we should probably get some sleep.” Arven sat up, cheeks flushed, wearing a silly little grin that made his face look adorably round.
Giacomo took Arven’s face in his hands and kissed his forehead. “See you tomorrow...?”
“See you tomorrow.”
Giacomo finally stood up. Arven started to follow, but Giacomo’s hand on his chest stopped him.
“You should sleep. I’ll make sure everything's locked up. Goodnight.” He kissed the top of Arven’s head before turning toward the door.
Arven’s heart was hammering harder than usual. “Hm... Goodnight...”
Giacomo opened the door, engaged the lock on the handle, and stepped out, closing it behind him.
“I love you.” Arven whispered, knowing full well Giacomo was out of earshot.
Arven slept like a baby that night, with Mabosstiff curled up right on top of him.