Kelvin sat Red’s feet and let him serenade him. Kelvin wished he had stuck with the piano lessons; playing an instrument was just so cool!
They had a simple dinner, which Red scoffed up. Red helped Kelvin clean up and now the two sat in his living room, some candles lit for ambiance, and Red strumming his guitar and singing “Enter Sandman”.
Kelvin rested his head on Red’s knee as Red put an acoustic spin on the song. Red finished, placing his hand on Kelvin’s head. Kelvin yawned.
“Tired?” asked Red.
“Yeah. Past my bed time.”
“It’s only 9:30.”
“I get up early.”
“So do I,” said Red, rustling Kelvin’s hair. “Okay, if you want to go to bed.”
Kelvin was more into wanting to go to bed with Red than to go to sleep. However, he was tired, and he yawned again while getting up. Kelvin took Red’s hand and started leading him upstairs to the bedroom.
After a stop in the bathroom, Kelvin stood before his bed and stripped down to his boxers, climbing into bed. Red returned from his trip to the bathroom in only his knit boxers as well. He climbed into bed with Kelvin.
At first, he lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling, while Kelvin lay on his side, his back to Red. Kelvin waited. Red waited. Finally, Kelvin flipped over to his other side, and put his arm over Red’s broad chest. Red held onto it, and Kelvin settled in the crook of Red’s arm. Kelvin inhaled the man’s scent, so different than the pure white scent of the angel; a deeper, muskier scent that promised protection. Red put his arm around Kelvin, and after Kelvin yawned again, he drifted off to sleep.