I was glad that Taylor wasn't being such an asshole to me anymore. In fact, we weren't only starting to get along better, I think we were actually becoming...friends. Two days ago, he had invited me over to his house just to hang out. I had accepted & actually enjoyed my time there.
But just because we had started getting along better didn't mean that everybody was changing.
I was walking to my next class after second period ended. I stopped by my locker to get something when I heard some loud kids walking towards me. I didn't expect any trouble because the halls were full of teachers & students. Then again, I should have expected the unexpected.
"Hi queer," said Anthony Becker. He was a fat kid who drank everyday from his bottle of asshole-ness. He said it as though we were buds & he was just saying 'what's up?' I hated his guts. His many many guts.
I ignored him at first. I realized that two other kids were with him. The third was Taylor.
"Hey Nick. Do you think I'm really hot? I mean, that's what you like, right? Boys. I'm a boy, so I'm assuming you got this huge deathly crush on me," he said stupidly.
A huge deadly crush on him? More like his huge-ness could crush me to death.
"Hey, I'm talkin' to you," he said when I didn't respond.
That's right. Starve, fatass.
"Anthony, hit his head against the locker," the prick to his left said.
I wasn't in the mood to take shit from them. I had just gotten a 61% on a test & to say the least, I was a little bit...angry, putting it lightly.
As Anthony took a step towards me, I moved a foot slightly back so I could get in a defensive stance. This whale could kill me, but not without a fight.
Fortunately for me, Taylor suddenly held an arm out in front of the huge sphere rolling towards me, telling him to stop. To say the least, I was surprised.
"Dude, just let it go," he said to the fatty.
"Why?"
"Because first; we're gonna be late to class, second; if you get caught, you're gonna be suspended, AGAIN."
"Let me worry about myself Taylor," big boy responded, shaking Taylor off his arm. When he turned to me again, Taylor stepped in front of him.
"I said let it go Anthony," he said firmly.
I could see Anthony staring at Taylor, wondering what he was doing.
"Dude..."
"Don't 'dude' me. I said cut it out, all right?"
Nobody spoke for a moment. I thought Taylor was serious, actually telling people to leave me alone. I mean, I had stood up for myself in the past against people, & even sometimes my friends would help out. But this was different. Now, the kid who I had stood up to before, was standing up for ME. I couldn't help but give a very small smile.
Anthony just kind of frowned & walked away. The two other boys looked at each other & slowly walked away, apparently not really sure what to do.
When they all left, Taylor turned around to face me.
"What'd you do that for?" I asked him.
"I thought you could use a little help," he said, with a cocky grin.
"You don't think I could take him?" I challenged.
He laughed.
"Absolutely not," he chuckled.
I slugged his arm playfully. "Thank."
"I'm heading home when school ends. You wanna come over?" he asked.
"Really?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Wow. Um, ok," I beamed.
"Cool. So I'll see ya soon then," he told me.
I nodded.
Later that afternoon, I knocked on the door at Taylor's house. I waited for a couple minutes. No answer. I figured that nobody was home, I started to turn away, disappointed. Just as I took a step down the stairs, I heard the front door open & I turned. Taylor was standing there, looking a little flushed & breathing slightly heavier than usual.
"Hey," he sighed.
"Hi," I said back.
"Come on in," he said, waving his hand in.
I walked past him, into his home, taking my shoes off & putting them by the door. When he closed the door, he stood for a moment, catching his breath.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, just uh...just doing some exercise, that's all," Taylor replied.
"Exercise?"
"Yeah. It's when you work out," he smirked.
"Thank you Taylor, but I already know what it means. I meant why? Don't you do enough of that for sports?"
"Yeah, but you can never have too much exercise," he smiled. Oh well.
"So what do you wanna do?" he said.
I shrugged.
"What do you usually do with your friends?"
He seemed uncomfortable at that question.
"We...kinda look at hot girls in the center of town."
I grinned, knowing why he was uncomfortable.
"And you can't do that with me..."
He gave me an apologetic look.
"We could, er, well if you want...you could show me the guys you like or something. I mean, I probably won't be much help, but it's just a thought..." he said. I could see his cheeks getting a bit rosy. He was cute when he blushed.
"You wanna look at guys with me?"
"Well, it's just something that I thought maybe you'd like."
After I shurgged an ok, he led me to his room, where he had his computer on his desk. He turned it on & waited for it to boot up. When it finally did, he stood up, letting me sit down. I went to Google images & typed in phrases & words that I knew gave matches for what I liked. I pointed to who I liked & mentioned some other things about what kind of guys I liked. He mostly nodded & mhm-ed, but didn't seem completely uninterested.
"I'll be right back," he announced out of nowhere. He stood up & left the room. I heard the bathroom door close a moment later.
I just sat there, waiting for him. Just then, I got an idea.
I went to the task bar & clicked on View. After that, I clicked on History & a list of the weeks' history popped up on the side of the screen. Porn. And lots of it. I wasn't surprised. Teen boy. Computer. Home alone. It was all a recipe for whack off sessions.
But then I realized something looking at all the addresses. I realized that...I knew them. I KNEW those websites. Those were the sites I went to. Not all of them were the same, but a lot of them were gay porn sites I often went to. I scrolled down, skimming over hundreds of gay porn sites that I knew by memory.
When I came across his Facebook history, I noticed that a lot of the URL's were off MY profile. I was instantly curious & clicked. I was shocked by all the pictures of me that he had in his computer history. I had to admit; I was both creeped out, but also...flattered. When I kept searching, I realized that there were a lot of pictures from my Facebook where I had no shirt, including the picture where I was only in my boxers on the beach. There's no way...did he have some sort of crush on me?
I didn't have time to answer myself because I heard the bathroom door open down the hall. I quickly closed out of the history & went back to the original page with other good looking boys.
"So you find any other guys you like?" he asked plainly.
"Eh. No one I'm fantasizing over," I laughed nervously. Oh boy, this was awkward. I had a crush on him, he might have a crush on me...geez.
"So what do you wanna do now? Unless you wanna keep looking, which I don't care," he shrugged.
"Well, I brought a Sports Illustrated. You wanna look at it?" I said, my voice dry.
"Sure."
I walked over to my bag of stuff & took out the magazine. I brought it over to Taylor's bed where he was sitting down & sat down next to him. We opened the magazine & started to look at it.
We saw a picture of Tom Brady & Giselle Bundchen kissing. I always thought Brady was pretty handsome, desptie the fact that I typically liked guys closer to my own age.
"Do you think they get paid for every time they kiss?" asked Taylor.
"Not sure. Why?"
"Just wondering. They kiss A LOT in public, so I wonder if the only times they kiss are on dates, in public & when they have sex," he said.
"Well my guess would be definitely when they have sex," I pointed out.
"Haha, yeah probably," Taylor giggled. "I mean, who DOESN'T kiss during sex?"
I couldn't help but smile at that. Hmm, I wonder how far I could get with him right now if I played my cards right...
"Hey, you wanna kiss again?" I blurted out.
To no surprise, Taylor looked up quickly, shocked by what I asked. He looked at me with questionable, yet, expecting. I couldn't read his face.
"What?"
"Just wondering if you wanna kiss again, like a while ago?" I repeated.
"Isn't that a little bit...awkward though? I mean, I'm not...I just think it'd be a little strange," he babbled.
"You kissed me last time," I reminded him.
"You kissed me."
"Either way, you certainly didn't stop. In fact, if I remember correctly, you seemed to get into it."
He stared at me, trying to figure out what to say.
"So you wanna?"
"Nick, c'mon. Just quit it."
"You're not answering my question, you're avoiding again. Do you want to kiss again?"
He scoffed & just looked away. Usually, I could tell a little bit what people were thinking. But with him, it was nearly impossible. I guess that was another reason I was highly attracted to him; because he was like a mystery to me.
I rolled my eyes & leaned into him, covering his lips with my own. He jumped a little bit at the contact, but again, like last time, he gave no resistence. I kissed him almost as if we had been kissing for years & years. I used my tongue to part his lips so I could enter his mouth. It was warm & wet, no shock. I ran my tongue over his, hoping to get a little response. At first, nothing.
Suddenly, I felt his hand creep its way onto my hand. The contact caused me to tense a little bit. I moved more into Taylor, mashing our lips together. It was then that he started really kissing back. And I mean REALLY kissing back. I expected him to have kissed a lot in the past with girls probably, so I assumed that that was the reason he was such an amazing kisser; the way his lips fits onto mine perfectly, the way his tongue snaked its way around my mouth, the way his head was tilted just perfectly, the moisture of his lips was perfect & even how warm his lips were was ideal.
I let up, so I could see what he was thinking.
"Wow," was all he said. I laughed.
"What?"
"Nothing, it's just...I don't know, I guess I didn't expect you to say 'wow', that's all," I explained.
"Well...I guess, I have to admit, it was a good kiss, even though it was two guys," he responded.
There was a silence between the two of us. There was one more question I had to ask him. I wanted to know if he was gay or not.
"Taylor?"
"Yeah?"
I hesitated.
"Are you gay?"
He hesitated.
"Can I tell you a secret?" he said quietly, though very audible.
"Sure."
"I mean it Nick, don't tell anybody," he warned me.
"I promise."
Taylor seemed to be gathering his thoughts just then. I didn't mind. We all have had secrets in our lives where we wanted to tell somebody something, but first needed to word it correctly. I didn't rush the boy. But that's when he decided to talk.
"There's a slight chance I might be...bi," he said carefully.
"A SLIGHT chance you might be bi?" I emphasized. "Try, there's no way you're not gay."
"Nick, c'mon, stop it."
"Fine, we'll play it by your rules."
He gave me a dirty look. I guess I deserved it.
"All right, I'm sorry."
He smiled easily at that. After that, we walked a little bit about random stuff, like school & family. After that, we watched tv & then played on his XBox 360. Within a few hours, it seemed like I had just gotten there. I still wasn't sure how Taylor ticked, but I was determined to find out. Even if it meant going up a notch for now on.
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