(sry to spoil the mood, but chapter cover credit goes to Carify on DeviantArt... ive said this so many times...)

(E/C) = Eye Color
(D/H) = Direction of Head

"Awe. Poor Jamie." You said, eliciting one of his breathtaking smiles.

You smiled back, before he turned away, confronting the chat box.

"Dammit Herobrine!" He yelled at the wall, black bits of hair falling in front of his face. Turning back to you, he said, "I have to attend a Q and A character interview, or something. It shouldn't be too long. Do you mind waiting here for a bit? Your welcome to anything in the fridge, or the bedroom."

It was unavoidable, his eyes told you. So you gave in. "I'll wait." You inform him with an expression of forced happiness.

"I won't be long. Also, I need to find a shirt." You blush a little.

"Don't you have any extras?"

"I did, but I seem to have left them all somewhere."

"Do you want mine?" (Remember, I said this story would be gay...) You were wearing the white tee, and faded blue jeans you had come to this world with. (Pretend ur shirt it white, roll with the story)

He shrugged. "If you don't mind."

You blush again, not sure why, and take off your shirt. It gets caught on your ear, and you notice James staring at your chest. You cough, getting his attention, and he blushed and took the shirt from your hand.

"Do you work out often?" He asks you, still trying to sneak glances at your bare skin. "It shows." He said after you nodded vaguely.

"Thanks." You feel your cheeks deepen their pink color ever so slightly.

James sighs, giving up. "Remember, I won't be gone for long, but it might be night by the time I get back. There is a fridge back behind there, in the kitchen, and the bedroom is over there. Do you want me to start a fire? It might get chilly later." He was trying to think of everything.

You laugh. "Yeah, that would be nice, since I don't have a shirt." He gave you a hurt expression, and lit the fire by looking at it.
"Woah, what the hell?" You look shocked, and see him laughing.

"I don't have powers, if that is what your thinking. That's Hero. I am just the world's greatest hacker." He explains with his entrancing smile.

You join in his laugh, and bid him farewell, watching as he fly-hacks off into the distance.

"Be quick." You tell him, well aware that he can no longer hear you.

He looks good in your shirt.
What are you thinking, you crazy!? Get ahold of yourself!

"But he does." You utter aloud.

Turning back to the room, you wonder if any mob are going to wander in the front door, but you see a button labeled push. Maybe he had hooked up a piston door? With high expectations, you push the wooden button, and see a six by six vault door hole up the cave entrance, complete with a redstone lamp in the middle.
I thought hacking was impressive in itself, but he's a redstoner too? Damn.
Your thoughts occupy you most of the night, and after a quick meal, you decide to go to bed. It was past being dark outside, it was pitch black.
James's room was welcoming, and the bed was soft. You couldn't help but fall asleep.

In the dream...

You were back with your family, but you felt an emptiness in your heart. You couldn't explain what it was, but it hurt, as if there was an open wound on it. Your parents told you it was love, but you couldn't think of any girl you had fallen in love with. But you had a faint memory of a man, deep black skin, and always wore white. He was wonderful, in the memories; he took great care of you, and you owed your life to him. You didn't understand, you didn't think you were gay, but no matter how hard you tried, his face would always bubble to the top of your thoughts. You couldn't put a name to his face, but you could match multiple feelings to him. Embarrassment, happiness, joy, mirth, excitement, comfort, companionship, kindness, and even love. It was so confusing, all the feelings, all the emotions. It didn't make sense when you thought about it, only when you didn't.

End dream.

The loud squeak of the door took your dream from you, but you were still too tired to open your (E/C) eyes. You felt the bed shift slightly as you readjusted your positioning. It moves again, more weight suddenly appeared behind you. You are facing out from the double bed, laying on the (D/H) side. You shiver as the blanket disappears from on you, before laying down partially on you. Pulling into more of a ball to conserve heat, you feel warmth wrap itself around you in the form of two arms. They pull you towards their owner carefully, as not to wake you up. Heat radiates from behind you, causing you to subconsciously drift closer to it. You hear a soft, comforting chuckle, and feel a few stray pieces of hair get swept out of your face, stopping the tickling sensation from manifesting. Your bare chest prickles as you feel those same arms touching it. You feel the cold seep into you, and you scoot closer to the body behind you, bumping into it. The chuckle reappears as you sink into the figures warmth. Your rigid body relaxes into a more comfortable position, having your knees slightly bent. Taking a deep breath of air, your heart falls into beat with the breathing of the person behind you. You feel comfortable and safe, confident that your OK here, and protected. If only you knew why. Heat spreads throughout you, and you, finally satisfied with your temperature, let the blackness of sleep overtake you.

(I don't think that was too bad, right? I think did pretty well. Look, I don't really know how you guys would reacts to being in a cold bed, just go along with the story. That's what you have to do in these stories. Anyway, hope I didn't discourage anyone from reading. I know I probably did, but screw it.)

------

Hey, readers. I am currently in the works of rewriting this chapter, but I don't want to unpublish this chapter so you folks can read it still! So kindly ignore the words beyond here for the sake of it being unfinished.
Best wishes,
~Dark~

------

(H/T) - Home town
(H/C) - Hair color

James gave you the most hilarious, blank-faced, utterly-confused look you had ever received from a member of the human race. A dog had once given you the same look, and the fact that the black-haired, red-eyed, white-clad hacker was bequeathing upon you the exact same look as a flea-covered grey mutt that your neighbors in (H/T) was absolutely the most comical thing  you could possibly think of on that unfortunate morning of embarrassment and tiredly spoken words that definitely hadn't gone to aid in your plight to be less awkward with the taller, more experienced man. Honestly, it was laughable, the bewildered stare he was giving you.
That's exactly what you did.

Bending over slight and grinning madly as the ugly cachinnation left your open mouth in loud, humiliating chuckles that only worsened the other's strained look of honest bafflement, you leaned over the plate of steaming bacon that you'd been handed while avoiding James' horrified look. It was too funny to stop, somehow, and you went ballistic with grotesque laughter and soon lost your balance on the countertop while gasping wildly for air to continue your deliberate amusement. Your arms, which had braced in front of you for the fall, met warm and bumpy skin which turned smooth at the instance that your hands made contact with it, and another set of hands caught you just beneath your shoulders to keep you from falling into the floor, or rather, the rest of him. Mostly shocked, you sucked in a few breaths of air as you slowly adjusted to the position before pushing back against the body that had caught you and seating yourself nicely back on top of the polished quartz surface. The hacker reluctantly let go of you and gave you a concerned look, as if he was worried about you repeating the fall and him not being there to stop you from hitting your head on the oak plank floor, which wouldn't be a nice fall to anyone. 

"(Y/N)?" He asked cautiously, waving one hand in front of your face to make sure that you hadn't passed out or something like that, to which you shoved his darkly colored extremity away from yourself and raised  your shoulders in a half-hearted shrug. That... whatever that had been, had been both awkward as hell and embarrassing, and your downward-tilted face definitely displayed it as such with an uncomfortably hot blush on your cheeks - the third one of the short hours of morning as well! The same hand you'd just barely shoved away suddenly appeared beneath your chin, gently coaxing your head into moving upward to face the man who was somehow still taller than you, even when you were sitting on a counter. For whatever reason, you didn't stop him, and looked up at his soot-colored face, one of his red eyes squinted more than the other and the ebony eyebrow above the other one was raised just a tad higher than its accompaniment, and his slightly darker lips curved upward on one side to form a tantalizing smirk. 
His lips parted, vaguely letting you realize that your focus had come to lay on them, and he again spoke your name, followed by a carefully phrased 'Is something wrong?'. 

You opened your own frozen mouth to respond, then just close them and resort to the wonderful validity that is head motions. Basically meaning, you shook that little head of yours in response to his hesitant words, a piece of your (H/C) hair dropping in front of your left eye in the process of the hasty motion. Though it was vague, you noticed his hand twitch, as if he was restraining himself from touching you any more than completely necessary. James had been a bit... handsy in the time you'd known him, you noticed, but maybe it was some overprotective father instinct?

Without giving your host the opportunity to question your sanity and physical health any further, you shoved a piece of the oddly shaped 'bacon' that was really pork chops into your mouth and started chewing on the well-cooked meat, eliciting a faintly, and momentarily visible, smile from the hacker who quickly dropped it afterward. He seemed to drop his worried aura and turned around to have his back to the counter space beside you, arms propped against it on either side of himself, before pushing upward to maneuver himself onto the cold surface. You refrained from watching his bare arms carry his weight with little strength, since he kind of impressed you. Not that you'd ever admit that. 

A soft, supposedly unsolicited chuckle came from James' side of the kitchen, and you turned towards him with your own raised eyebrow in a cocky way of asking what he found so amusing while you shoved another piece of the incredibly delicious food into your mouth to replace the first, which had disappeared quite quickly, almost to where you were convinced that it just disappeared.