When Archer opened his eyes, the first thing that he thought was that he wasnt sure that he was awake. He felt the same way he did every other time he woke up, groggy and disoriented. The travels between two very different worlds were very long and draining. The only reason he knew that he wasnt staring at the backs of his lids was because he felt them sliding up the surface of his eyeballs. He had never woken up to the blackness that shaded the silhouettes of the killers in those horror movies he used to watch, just to see if he could be scared of the very thing that he himself wanted to kill-at least, one killer in specific. After his flickering eyes snapped over to the only light, dimmed by the dust that caked the window, that shed into the room, he focused on it intently, forcing himself to adjust. As his eyes started making out the outlines of the furniture in the room, his skin took its turn to smart against its surroundings, bumps rising on his flesh, which the cold slowly crept up.

With frosted eyes and shaking lips, Archer turned his head down to his blanket, which was tangled around his legs, his numb feet sticking out from under it. He quickly reached down to smooth it out, dragging it as far up to his neck as he could. But he still couldnt get warm. Wondering where his personal heater had gone off to, Archer flipped his rapidly blinking eyes over to the other bed, which, to his alarm, was empty, and even more worrying, untouched. He started to cry out Hunters name, when his voice caught in his scratchy throat at the sound of a thump from across the room, near the doorway. Jerking his head in that direction, Archer jumped at the sight of a dark figure standing at the edge of the rays of light that reflected off of the moon and soared through the window. He was illuminated just enough for Archer to see the faintest details of his body, more than Archer had ever seen of Hunter. Even though his lower half was completely covered by the pair of jeans he had worn earlier today, and his feet by dark boots, his jacket was shed to the floor.

Archer swallowed, staring at the crumpled fabric with a pair of huge eyes. He hesitantly lifted his gaze back up to Hunters torso. Only a stained tank top, so thin that the fabric was nearly translucent, blinded him from Hunters skin, which he always kept tucked away. Hunters arms suddenly stretched out to the sides, his toned muscles straining and flexing. His brown skin was completely stripped of hair, giving Archer a clear view of his limbs, so gaunt that Archer could see the bend of his elbow. Another movement caught his attention, and he averted his gaze from those muscular arms, sliding his eyes down to his hands, which grabbed the bottom of the tank top. Archer would have swallowed again, but something swelled in his throat, blocking the saliva from going down. Taking a shaky breath, Archer openly gaped at the shirt as it peeled away from his skin, two small dimples at his lower back appearing, and then a mass expanse of lean muscle and slightly discolored skin.

Narrowing his wide eyes, Archer searched Hunter, from the base of his neck to the line of waist, trying to identify what was so off about the parts of his skin that seemed darker and lighter than the others. But before he could figure out what was so unusual about Hunters looks, he turned around, bending over to discard his shirt to the floor. Archers jaw went slack at the sight of his stomach and chest, which were just as tawny and well-built as the back of him. Lines were slit across his stomach, three mountains hovering above thin valleys. Above his stomach were two sharply pointed nipples, a deep red. Archer winced as his lower stomach throbbed uncomfortably, turning his head down to it. At another sound from Hunter, he looked back up at him, watching him toy with a chain that was wrapped around his neck. From how far away he was, Archer couldnt tell what the figure was that dangled off of it.

Hunter released the chain from between his fingers, letting it hit his collarbones, where it swung back and forth. He sighed heavily, lowering his shoulders, and then his yellow eyes suddenly raised to Archer, who hadnt flattened himself to the bed this quickly since he was a young boy and his parents came in to check on him to make sure he wasnt up and about, playing with his toys. His entire body stiffened when Hunter shuffled over to him, nearly dragging his body, as if something was weighing him down. "Ill be back soon, kitten." He whispered to him, and even though he couldnt see him, Archer felt his breath on his face, making him realize that hed bent over him. Unsure if Hunter knew he was awake, Archer remained perfectly still, hoping that he hadnt been caught ogling him as he undressed. Hunter was quiet for a few minutes, and Archer would have cracked open one eye, believing that he was gone, had it not been for the heavy breaths that puffed onto his face. "You might be the greatest thing thats ever happened to me, Archer. My heart aches whenever I think of you... being with me."

Archer twitched at the light kiss that was bestowed to his forehead, feeling his skin warm at the touch of that wide mouth. When he heard Hunter step back, he peeked through one lid, helplessly watching him walk across the room. With one quick glance over his shoulder as if to make sure that Archer was still okay, Hunter pushed open the door, letting in a cool breeze that made Archer shiver. As soon as it shut behind him, Archer immediately sat up, pushing the covers down to his waist. "Hunter." He said to no one, his eyes growing wide once more. "Where are you going?" Slipping his legs off of the itchy mattress, Archer shuddered at the cold that instantly settled into his bones. Hunter was crazy if he thought he would go outside right now.

Thumping to the floor, he hurried over to his shoes, which hed abandoned by the door. He stuffed his feet into them, then forgot about his jacket in his rush to get to Hunter before he got too far ahead to be found. "Hunter." He tried again, pushing open the door with a thud. Following the quiet noises of rustling and scratching, Archer gasped at the sight of Hunter as he padded into the woods, undeterred by the tree limbs that whacked his bare chest, or the rushes of wind that breezed by his skin. It was as if hed been through worse. Archer stumbled to keep up with him, but quickly slowed down when Hunters head snapped to the left, as if he had sensed Archer trailing after him. For some reason, Archer felt like he was witnessing something he shouldnt.

Archer thought about giving up when he got halfway through the forest, after his shirt had been snagged more than once, and his feet had sank three inches deep in cold, sloshy mud. But Hunter remained just feet ahead of him, close enough to reach out to touch, but far enough that Archer had to stretch to get to him. Finally, a bright light that seeped through the trees and lit the pathway least marred by splotches of water or weeds told Archer that they were getting near the end of the woods. To his relief, Hunter stepped out of the brush at last, and he kept going toward the lake, which shimmered under the white moon, reflecting the silvery appearance that the water took on. Stopping at the last tree before he reached dirt and grass, Archer placed his hands on it, his unblinking eyes studying Hunter, who paused by the edge of the water, which splashed the toes of his boots.

To Archers surprise, Hunter placed his hands at his hipbones, his fingers hooking into his belt loops. He yanked his pants down an inch, revealing the waist of his dark boxers. Archers lower half pulsated with an intensity that startled him, and he placed his hand over his abdomen, trying to settle it. The veins beneath his hand pulsed briskly. Hunter pushed his jeans down to his ankles, and then kicked them away. His hands lowered into his boxers, stretching the front of them, and it wasnt seconds before they dropped just as quickly. Archer had never seen a naked man before, so, when he found himself gazing at a pair of firm ass globes, his entire body lurched. Feeling his stomach twist violently, as if he was pained by Hunters nude body, Archer cried out softly, reaching down for his groin, which burned with a heat like hed just had a hot ember pressed against it.

His eyes flashed back up when his ears made out the sound of something crashing into the water, and he watched Hunters feet disappear into the murky lake. A second later, he reemerged, shoving his soaked hair off of his forehead as he spat water. His hands rubbed the water from his face before he gasped for air, and then he was gone again, sinking into the water. "Hunter." Archer whispered, the ache between his thighs suddenly nullified. Feeling himself shake at a gust of wind that swept by him, he wondered if the water would warm his icy skin. He reached up for the collar of his shirt, fingering and tugging at it. When Hunter reappeared, his back toward him as he shook water out of his ears like a dog, Archer made his decision, and he set his hands on the bottom of his shirt.

He undressed himself quickly, wasting no time on fiddling with his clothes, and he threw the offensive articles aside. Completely naked, Archer wrapped his arms around himself, his huge eyes tracing the ripples of water, knowing that Hunter was paddling just below them. Breathless, Archer approached the edge of water, reluctantly poking a single toe in. Warmth spread over his leg, taking away the cold, and Archer suddenly had the insatiable urge to spend forever in this water with Hunter. Sinking deeper into the lake, Archer closed his eyes, sharply gasping as his body lit to flames. Hed never felt this kind of warmth before, like boiling honey that stopped the blood from rushing to his suddenly thoughtless brain. He waded in until the water licked his chin, and then he held still, except for his kicking feet, just soaking in the relaxing liquid that smothered him.

Letting his lashes flutter onto his cheeks, Archer listened to the sounds of crickets chirping, drowning out the sound of water slapping skin. It wasnt until he was knocked under by the force of something hitting him that his peace was shattered, and Archer inhaled sharply, frantically clawing at the surface of water as most of him was plunged under at an angle that didnt let him catch his balance. Screaming, Archer lashed out for anything that he could clutch his hands around, desperate to not spiral down to the bottom of the lake. Even though his daddy taught him how to soar above the surface, hed never learned what he should do when he went under, too terrified of the unknown, blurry darkness around him to do much but grab for his daddy, who immediately snatched him back up. "Hold onto me!" Someones booming voice shouted above his screeching, and Archer quickly latched onto the arms that had encased his body, pulling him back up.

When he reemerged, Archer coughed frantically, feeling someones rough hands stroking his hair off of his face. "Its alright now, Archer." A soft voice assured him, the hands lowering from his wild hair to his cheeks. They held onto his face, making his blurry eyes stare at a dark silhouette. "Dont be scared, sweetheart. Im right here. Ive got you, baby." The hands wrapped around his neck, then slid down his naked back, where they secured themselves at the small of it. "Shh... its okay." Hunter suddenly floated away from him, and, pathetically watching him quirk a brow at his sniveling face, Archer held his arms out for him when he shook his head from side to side. "What are you doing out here, sweet? You could have been hurt. Do you realize what that would do to me? I should have stayed-"

Archer lowered his gaze to a bead of water that dripped from Hunters hair, watching it roll over his jutted collar bone to his sharp nipple. Laying his trembling hands on Hunters shoulders, Archer felt him shudder as he kicked closer to him, their feet bumping before the rest of them pressed together. He gasped at the feeling of a thick, fingerlike muscle brushing against his jiggly thigh. "I went after you." Archers voice raised an octave when a powerful leg swept through the rushing water, locking around his thighs to draw him even closer. There was only Hunter, the heat radiating from his body, which made the water around them feel lukewarm. "The bed was cold without you in it. I needed you-" Hushing his rambling with a steadying breath, Archer realized that his eyes were fixated on Hunters shimmering chest, which glowed as white as the dark side of the moon. He blinked, lowering his shaking fingers to Hunters chest, which he petted with soft, wrinkled fingertips. "Youre the same color as me now." Tracing a long, black scar that was woven like a spider web over his skin, Archer felt Hunter shudder, so he drew his hand away, draping it over a piece of flesh not tainted by disfiguration. "You are so beautiful. Why do you have so many scars?"

Hunter pushed back from him, making the water ripple up to Archers glittering hips. Given a wider view of Hunters body, Archer flushed, feeling his stomach unraveling. He wasnt sure whether he should feel more excited or nervous. Laying his palms flat on the water, Hunter swished it around, making tiny whirlpools. "There isnt a thing in this world that Karofsky doesnt hate. He would spit on the flowers he grew if he wasnt too drunk to plant them. Just because he thinks Im his son doesnt make me an exception." Before Archer could say a word, Hunter tilted his head back to the moon. A deep sigh exhaled from him. "Somewhere, Karofsky is looking at the same moon. I dont want to have anything in common with him, but he and I will always have the same sun and the same moon."

Even though he knew it wasnt his place, Archer still waded closer to Hunter, cautiously slow in his movements. Wrapping his arms around Hunter from behind, he nuzzled his lips into his damp hair, whispering softly in his warm ear, "I dont think youre like him, Hunter. Youre kind." Hunters chest rumbled deeply, a purr vibrating from his throat as he tilted his head back onto Archers shoulder. Archer turned his face into his jaw, pecking soft kisses along the hard edge of it. "The way youve treated me has been so loving. You may not be in love with me... or you may not even love me... but you are a loving man, Hunter. And youre so handsome. Youre a little rough around the edges..." Archer suddenly giggled, amused by a thought that came to his mind. "You are like my daddy in that way... but that certainly didnt stop my père from loving him. My père is crazy, though... and I am, too. I got that side of myself from him. And I am just crazy enough to put up with you." Scratching his nails over Hunters scalp, Archer chuckled quietly, bending to press another kiss to his forehead. "And you are most like my daddy. Youre a bullheaded ass sometimes... but then you look at me like there can be nothing else you want in the world. My heart craves for you."

Hunters firm mouth softened with a smile, and he turned in the water, gently enveloping Archer in the fold of his arms. "I am pathetic, Archer. Im a lousy excuse for a man. You are precious... your very presence makes me feel alive again. I havent felt that way in such a long time. Seeing you gives purpose to waking up each day. I know my life isnt going anywhere special, but youre in it now. But as much as I want for you, I know that you, my sweet, are just as imperfect as me. Your tongue is too sharp, and youre too witty for your own good. But its these flaws that drive me absolutely insane... in the best way possible. Its this curly hair... especially when its matted and in disarray... and all of these freckles, clustered up on this pale face... and those blue eyes and red lips, which always have a taunting smile... that make me want to kiss every part of you. I dont know if I have the ability to be in love anymore, Archer. I think that was stolen from me a long time ago. I wish I could, though. I would want to be in love with you." Sweetly smiling up at Hunter, Archer flushed at the scrape of his hand over his cheek, cupping the round flesh that turned into a rose in his hand. "But, Archer... I think I love you more than Ive ever loved anything else."

Archer pressed himself closer to Hunter, his lids drooping over dreamy eyes. Touching Hunters collarbone before he slid his hands around to the nape of his neck, Archer idly played in the downy hairs that stood upright at the tickle of his fingertips. "I love you, too." He croaked, his voice deeply throaty. When Hunters expression changed, his eyes falling shut and his mouth opening, Archer let his head fall back, his curls pricking the surface of the water. A hot mouth touched his, but their kiss was interrupted by low laughter from both of them. Hunters lips were suddenly everywhere, dragging over his neck, tongue poking out, then returning to his face, where he mapped out the angles of Archers face, how thin his eyelids were, how wide the bridge of his nose was. "You can touch me, Hunter." He offered, his voice no more than a quiet peep. He whimpered when a leg wedged between both of his, a knee bumping the round sac that dangled between his legs. "Its okay. I want you to."

Groaning, Hunter ducked his head, his open mouth pressing over a red nipple. Archer cried out at the hot flash that shot through his entire body, a grunting noise tearing out of him when Hunters tongue flicked out, rolling and massaging the nipple. "Hunter-" he gasped, tears filling the corners of his eyes when a firm hand brushed over his cock, which heat was blasting through. Hunter wrapped his hand around the shaft, his thumb pressing onto the slit on his tip, then began slowly caressing, rubbing his palm up and down as his thumb slid back and forth over his leaking tip. "Hunter... what is this-?"

Feeling Archer desperately claw at his back, Hunter immediately stopped his leisurely movements, his hand drawing away, "Is it too much? Are you uncomfortable?"

Shaking his head, Archer placed a hand on his forehead, trying to keep himself still so he didnt make himself dizzy. "I dont know... I dont know, Hunter. Im frightened. No one has ever touched me before. Should my head be pounding? Should... that... feel so hot?"

A kind smile perked up the corners of Hunters mouth, "Youve never touched yourself?" When Archer vigorously shook his head, Hunter slowly replaced his hand on Archers cock, sliding his fingers up and down the top of it. Archer shuddered violently, collapsing like a pile of mush against Hunters body. "Its okay, my love. What youre feeling is normal... and good. I take it youve never been attracted to anyone before?" Archer shook his head again, a movement that made Hunter chuckle lowly. "Your body is just responding to my touch... Im holding the most sensitive part of you. Tell me if you like how this feels." Suddenly, Hunter pressed down on a vein that throbbed at his touch, making Archers hips lurch forward as an incoherent sound broke out of him. "Damn you... youre gorgeous like this."

Archer struggled to keep his eyes open, his mind faintly aware of Hunter moving his body around. When he peeled his lids up, he found that Hunter had boosted himself onto the ground at the edge of the lake, and hed draped Archer, who limply swung over his chest like a flagrant sacrifice, across his muscular, charred thighs. His head lolled against Hunters strongly beating heart, his vague eyes watching Hunters hand move much quicker on his cock, sliding up and down. A wet, slick sound popped from under his palm every time he went up to his tip, and then back down, the side of his hand slapping Archers swollen sac. Whimpering, Archer turned his head into Hunters chest, his lips rubbing over a pointy nipple. "Mm..." he heard Hunter hum, his heartbeat picking up, "that feels good, baby."

When a drop of clear liquid appeared at Archers tip, Hunter gathered it on his scratchy finger, spreading it over his base. Suddenly, Hunter lowered his head over Archers shoulder, his body twisting at an angle that his head could hang just over his cock, which stood upright, greedy for that warm hand. "What are you-?" Archers slurred voice was too slow to get out the question before Hunters mouth opened over his tip. Hunter swallowed his cock, lowering his head with a gagging sound. Archer watched with huge eyes as every inch of his cock vanished between Hunters bruised, puffy lips. Hunters hand lowered to his sac, cupping the weight and rolling it in his palm. Archer cried out softly, his scratchy voice nearly silent as he lost the ability to think, see, and speak. The only thing he could make out was Hunters raspy grumbles as he lapped the side of Archers cock with the flat of his tongue.

Grabbing fistfuls of Hunters hair in his curled fingers, Archer squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his body spasm. He lost all of the feeling in his limbs, except for the one that was still in Hunters mouth, which swallowed several times around his cock. Archer realized that a whitish liquid was dribbling from his wet lips, and when he had taken as much as he could, Hunter lifted his head, panting. Blindly reaching for Archers head, Hunter closed his hands around it, holding him still so he could plant a kiss on his lips. Something sweet and salty, mixed with the permanent taste of cigarettes and Hunter, flooded Archers mouth when Hunter swept his tongue over his. "I love you." Hunter mumbled, just as breathless as Archer, who was still trying to understand, was. "I love you... I love feeling your naked body. I love the way your thighs clenched around my head when I did something you enjoyed. I loved feeling you come inside of my mouth... I love the taste of you. Damn you, sexy, little kitten. I have to fight myself on not laying you down right now and plunging into your tight hole. Fuck... I want to come inside of you so badly."

Unable to comprehend what he assumed were some very bold words, Archer quieted Hunter with another press of his lips. "Are you asking me to give myself to you?"

Hunter nodded, his breath slowing down. "I want you. But Im not going to take whats going to eventually belong to a man in his right mind. You deserve someone better than me, Archer. If tonight is what Ill always have, then Ill keep what Im feeling right now with me forever-"

"Hush." Archer pecked a kiss to his cheekbone, making him fall silent. He heard him still trying to catch his breath, but the sound of his heart thundering as loudly as a stampede of horses masked his gasping. "Hunter, I dont want to deserve someone else. I dont want to be too good for you. You said it yourself... Im just as flawed as you are. Cant you just accept that one day Im going to give you my virginity? I dont know when. I dont want to lose it like this... not out here... but I do want to lose it to you. I love you." Running his fingers through Hunters spiky hair, Archer watched him fidget with his face, firmly rubbing his hands over his eyes. Archer gently tugged them away, seeing a pair of red rimmed, glassy eyes staring up at him. "I love you, Hunter. This I promise you. Ive spent my whole life worrying about the future... tonight, all I want is for you to love me. I want you to kiss me and hold me... and do what you just did... until the sun rises."

Hunter slowly nodded his head, leaning closer to Archer, who closed the distance with a soft kiss. They peeled apart with a pop, a strand of saliva hanging between their mouths. "I can do that. I can spend forever loving you. Its an honor I never got to fulfill before." Archer closed his eyes, feeling Hunters mouth descend upon his. He never wanted him to lift it again.