Barclay blinked. For the first time since the magma had solidified into land, for the first time since the oceans had cooled for the first time since the forests had extended their branches to the sun and the pyramids had been built and the internet had been invented, Barclay had told Ashton he loved him. And he couldn't take it back. Because it was out there now.
Before Barclay had the time to freak out, Ashton had scooped him up and deposited him on the bed, kissing him and requesting to hear it again. Barclay wasn't even sure why he said it the first time. Why the fuck had he?
"I..." Oh, jesus christ. He wasn't made for this kind of teenage love crap. Barclay looked down at Ashton. "I... Ashton, c'mon, you're..."