Author's Note: This is a slow love story and not a fast fuck one. If this isn't to your liking, please don't bother reading. This story contains sexual acts between two males. If it offends you, then X out. Any comments or questions, email me and I'll try to respond promptly.
Chapter 2
"I have a proposition for you," Gray said sitting down in front of me during home room. I jumped out of my seat a little. I normally got to school early and eased into the day by reading something light. Usually car stuff.
I looked up from my car magazine in surprise. "What?" I asked.
He dangled a Snickers bar and a super sized Kit Kat bar. "I'm having major issues in English and I need to get the credit for that class by the final exam."
I was eyeing the candy in his hand and Gray had to snap his fingers to get my attention.
"Sorry," I said sheepishly. "What do you think I can do?"
"I need your help. I spoke with the teacher and she showed your paper as a good sample. I need some help writing."
"I don't know if I can help you to write better. I don't know how to teach someone, something like that," I said. "It's like, either you have it or you don't," I said honestly.
"Please," Gray pleaded, giving me a puppy look. "I don't wanna fail, cause then I wasted an entire year doing all this crap for nothing."
I nodded. That I could understand. It was my thought exactly.
"Ok," I said slowly, not sure where this was going.
"So I was wondering if we could get together on weekends, you know, so you can help me," he continued. "And in exchange, I'll give you these," he waved the candy bars.
I scoffed. "Two candy bars? That's it? How cheap do you think I am?" I asked sarcastically.
Gray laughed. "I'll give you candy every time we get together. This is just a down payment. Just help me. Please."
I studied his face and I could tell he was sincere and genuine.
"My best friend is not going to like this. Weekends are my party time," I said.
"Partying is overrated," Gray quipped.
"Yeah, right. You'll have to give up partying too," I reminded.
He shrugged. "It's not really my thing," he said.
"Get out."
"I know it seems like something I'd enjoy, but not really. I make my appearances every now and again, but I usually end up leaving early or doing something else or making up an excuse," Gray explained.
"I wouldn't have thought that about you," I mused.
"Why, cause I seem like the partying type?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Well, most people our age like to party. It's like, the thing to do."
"Well, I don't. It's crappy, boring, lame. A room full of stupid people," Gray snorted.
"Fine, I'll do it. Just give me the damn candy. I'm drooling on my magazine!" I said grabbing the snickers bar. "And I just bought it the other day."
Gray smiled. "Thanks, I really appreciate it."
"No promises I can really help, though," I said. "I'll try my best."
"That's all I ask," Gray said. The bell rang. "Wanna walk to class together?"
"You gave me candy. I'll do anything you want," I said with my mouth full.
Gray got a mischievous look in his eye. "Really? That sounds awfully enticing."
I stopped short. "What?"
"Nothing," he said, shaking his head and avoiding my eyes. I didn't ask any more on it as we entered our first period class.
Halfway through class, my leg started vibrating and I quickly fished out my phone.
It was Mark. He had sent me a text message.
-Hey cutie.
I grinned, quickly texting back underneath my desk. -Hey, how's it going?
-Bored without you.
-I'm in school right now.
-Meet me after?
-Have to pick up my little brother from daycare and then watch him until my mom gets home.
-Dinner?
-Ok
-Get you at 8
I sent him a smiley face and grinned goofily as I stuffed my phone back inside my pocket.
Gray looked at me curiously and I shrugged before returning my attention to the teacher.
"All you can eat buffets are the best," Mark announced.
"Mmm," I agreed. "Love sushi."
"Who doesn't?" Mark asked. "Food rocks. Let's clean these bitches out!"
I laughed. "We can try. We're each on our third plate."
"Well on our way," Mark commented. "So did you miss me since you last saw me?" he asked, staring at me intensely.
I shrugged.
"You bitch!" he muttered. "Not even missing me?"
I giggled. "I missed you."
"Thank you," he said dramatically. "All I was asking for, man."
"So you missed me, then?" I shot back.
"Absolutely. I'm man enough to admit it," Mark said easily. "By the way, Cara was bawling over the fact that you ditched her."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I would have felt bad for her, but you were with me, so, oh well!" he sang out. "She wears too much makeup."
"I agree," I said. "It scares me. Like a clown. An Asian clown."
Mark snorted. "Women."
We ate in silence for a bit.
"I'm getting full," I announced.
"Me, too. Keep going," he ordered.
"My stomach is going to explode!" I exclaimed.
"Me, too. Keep going."
I laughed.
"Want to make out after we finish eating?"
I choked and coughed for a few seconds. "What?" I croaked.
"You heard me." Mark looked at me expectantly.
I blushed and I suddenly felt hot and sweaty.
Mark chuckled. "Is that a yes?"
I blushed further and Mark laughed.
"That's a definite yes!"
I guess it was, as a half hour later, we were parked outside my house and were furiously making out in his car. It was so cliché and something so high school. Even the windows were steaming up.
I was panting and breathing hard as we kissed, our hands roamed each other's bodies, Mark's hot mouth was all over my face and neck. I arched my back and gasped.
"Mark!"
"Baby, you're so beautiful," he whispered in my ear, his breath feeling hot. "When you walked outside, I was so happy. Gorgeous," he breathed as his mouth fell over mine once again and his hands started roaming my chest and stomach. He groaned as he squeezed my muscles.
Our bodies were writhing in the confined space and my hands subconsciously made their way to his ass and I kneaded them.
"Oh god," Mark moaned as he humped against me. I could feel his hardness against my own erection and I rubbed against him as well. Soon we had a rhythm going.
"That feels so good," Mark murmured but just as I was about to erupt, he pulled back.
My eyes flew open.
"Not yet, baby," he said and I looked at him with confusion. My eyes widened when his hands went to my jeans and he started tugging on them.
"Wait!"
"It's ok baby. Trust me. You'll like this," he said.
I was still hesitant. I still didn't know Mark all that well, except that he was hot, Cara's cousin, and twenty-one, hence having more sexual experience than me. I admit, I was a little scared.
"I don't know if this is going too fast," I said in a hurry.
"I won't hurt you," Mark whispered sincerely and as I stared into his eyes, his fingers nimbly undid my jeans and soon my hard cock was out and waving in the air, leaking pre cum. Mark licked his lips and in one fast swoop, I felt the most amazing sensation on my cock.
I looked down and saw him bobbing over my rod and my eyes rolled back. His dark black hair was flopping over my crotch, and the hot warmth, the hot moisture of his mouth and his skills were rapidly bringing me to the edge. His tongue was running all over my cock, seemingly hitting every sensitive spot possible.
I cried out and gasped, my hands flying out to steady myself. My hands slipped on the foggy glass and I couldn't help the shout that escaped my lips.
"Mark!"
He started sucking hard on my cock and swirling his tongue over my head and I lost it. It was my first blow job after all, and he was awfully skilled.
"Fuck!" I pumped my hips and felt my cum shoot out directly into Mark's mouth. I didn't even get a chance to warn him first, but his mouth remained over my member. My eyes rolled back again and I dug my nails into the car seat as I grunted in ecstasy. Waves of pleasure rolled over my body and I tensed, I shuddered, I shivered. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I began to calm down, my pulse slowing down.
Mark licked me gently a few times and I whimpered at the sensitivity. He pulled off me and wiped his mouth.
He kissed me and forced my mouth open. I squeaked in surprise as I tasted my own seed and my eyes fluttered shut as I got into the kiss, digging my hands into his sweaty hair. I couldn't believe this was happening. So fast. It was making my head spin.
Pulling away from me, he unzipped his pants and whipped out his hard cock and started stroking.
I grabbed his slim wrists and shoved them off his cock. Our eyes met and never breaking eye contact, I wrapped my hand tightly around his throbbing member and he threw his head back, moaning. I slowly stroked him, getting used to having another penis in my hand. It felt so hot and hard, yet soft and silky smooth. I began to like the feel of it and as I became more confident, I stroked faster, tightening my grip.
"Oh god, Kevin," Mark moaned loudly collapsing over me, using my shoulders to support himself.
My hand was becoming slick with his pre-cum and his breathing became faster and more ragged.
"I'm gonna cum," he panted.
That encouraged me further and I started using my thumb to tease his piss slit and Mark froze and tensed over me and then I felt the hot spurts of his semen on my hand. It felt searing and I was amazed. I continued pumping his cock and he grunted and growled, digging his hands into my shoulder blades.
"Fuck," he sighed as I felt him start to relax. I continued touching his cock, unwilling to let it go, but finally he rested on me and grabbed my hand. "Too sensitive."
We sort of hugged and lay together, catching our breaths.
"That was," I started.
"Amazing," Mark finished. "See? I told you you'd like it."
I chuckled and soon we were both full on laughing. "You keep your word."
"Yes, I do," Mark said pecking me on the lips. "Not bad for your first sexual experience with a guy?"
"Not at all," I whispered caressing his face. "Glad it was you. You make me feel so good."
"I aim to please," Mark whispered back, kissing me, and deepening it instantly.
Our tongues rolled together sensually and passionately, and I felt we were both trying to swallow each other. He massaged my chest, tugging on my nipples and my back arched at the new sensation.
Minutes later we broke apart to get some air and Mark looked down at our laps and started laughing.
"What?"
"Our junk is still hanging out," he giggled.
I laughed and rested my face on the cool glass. I felt him tucking my cock back into my pants and zipping me up before he did the same for himself.
"Imagine if a cop car pulled up right now? What would they think about the foggy windows and two sweaty kids?" I asked.
"They'd be bummed that they weren't getting some," Mark grinned. He kissed me. "I don't want you to leave," he said rubbing my arm.
"I'll see you again, real soon," I said kissing his nose.
"Yeah?" he asked. He actually sounded uncertain.
"Yes, of course," I said. "I like you."
"I like you too," Mark said.
"Saturdays are my homework days," I said apologetically. "But we could maybe do a movie or something on Sunday?"
"Ok," Mark said smiling shyly. He kissed me one last time before I opened the car door. The cool air hit me with such force, I was tempted to hop back inside his car.
He waved as I entered my house and I watched him drive away.
I shut the door and leaned against it, sighing. I felt like such a girl, with the giddy, happy, and elated feelings coursing through me. It was so new and exciting. What a high.
Needless to say, for the rest of the evening, I couldn't stop smiling. I couldn't stop smiling all week, but that could have been because Mark always made a point to text and call me.
"You've got it bad," Bill would tease me whenever we were alone.
I shrugged. "Just having fun," I said playing it cool.
"Lame. You're silently gushing with joy," Bill said.
I didn't answer him.
"Well, I'm happy if you're happy. But just be careful."
I frowned, "Careful?"
"Well, your second time hanging with him and you guys are, uh, um, well, you, um, you know and it's a little fast, right?"
I got defensive. "Would it be considered fast if one of us was a girl?"
Bill shook his head. "I'd think it would be fast no matter what. I just want you to be careful and get to know him, before rushing into something you might regret. I mean, we're young and everything, but some things should be special, you know?"
I knew that Bill wasn't trying to criticize me, but instead, look out for my best interests.
"I will," I promised and he smiled.
All was well.
"Umm, this is good," I said looking over Gray's paper, "But good writing won't be enough. You have some good points, but it's not focused, and I kinda don't know what your point is," I said glancing at Gray.
His face was clouded over with frustration. "Shit."
We were sitting in my kitchen, pouring over his paper. He had written a rough draft so I could look it over.
"I thought I was a good writer, but for some reason, I can't do the style that Mrs. Thompson wants. This is so annoying!" Gray said.
I did think he was a good writer, although not quite polished enough.
"We'll work on it, don't stress," I said calmly and he looked at me, before giving me a weak smile.
"Sorry, I just get so stressed. It's hard for me to handle sports and school, but sports is important to my Dad and academics is important to my Mom, and I'm trying to please everyone and it gets really hard to juggle it all," Gray said and he suddenly looked tired.
I was a little too shocked to even respond. I never imagined someone like Gray would be feeling that way. He was popular, athletic, nice, AND smart. He seemed to have it all. I never knew how crazy it must be for him to handle it all. I guess it didn't come naturally for everyone. Sometimes they had to work for it.
I admit, it made me feel more connected to Gray, as if he wasn't some god at school to be held on a pedestal; that he too, was human like the rest of us. I was beginning to like Gray more and more. He was genuinely a decent person. Too bad high school prevented people like him and I being friends or really getting to know one another. High school was lame. Again, couldn't wait to be over and done with that crap.
"Again, sorry for unloading on you like that," Gray said. "It's just that Frank and my other friends don't get why I stress so much. They're don't have any hard courses and are just enjoying senior year."
"I hear you. My friends are like me, they stress too!" I said trying to reassure him.
He smiled gratefully. "Thanks again for helping me."
"No problem. We all need a little help sometime."
"Hey, I never asked you where you were going to school in the fall?" he asked suddenly.
"Hopefully Princeton. I applied all over, like Rutgers, NYU, Columbia, but I want to go there since it's close to home and it's a good school. I'll find out when the responses come back," I said grinning. "Where did you apply to?"
"Princeton, Rutgers, Dartmouth, Duke, Cornell, NYU, Montclair," he went on.
"Montclair?"
"I was kinda thinking of teaching," he said almost shyly. Montclair was known as a good teaching school.
"Really?" I asked surprised. "That's cool. I don't really like kids, except for my brother."
He shrugged. "Well, not sure what I'm going to do just yet. It depends. I can get some sports scholarships, but not sure if I wanna do anything at the college level. I don't know if I could handle school, sports, and college life. I want to experience college, instead of running myself into the ground. And although it's an advantage to have athletic perks from teachers, I also want to earn my stuff," Gray said. "I'm not looking forward to the future. Too many damn decisions to make."
"I hear that," I agreed. "But I guess you have more pressure, from your parents?"
Gray nodded.
"My Mom is sort of letting me do everything on my own," I said.
"Lucky," he snorted.
"Yeah, I know," I said grinning and he rolled his eyes.
"Thanks for rubbing it in."
"No prob, Bob," I quipped and he laughed.
"You're so lame!"
"You're lame," I shot back. Gray laughed again and I smiled. He had a cute laugh, sort of a giggle and snort, like he was really enjoying laughing.
"I thought you were brilliant, couldn't come up with anything better than that?" Gray asked.
"Do you want my help or not?" I asked in mock sternness and Gray made a point of zipping his lips.
I got back to proofreading his paper, making some corrections and editions. Finally, I passed it to him. I blinked when I noticed he was staring at me with a thoughtful look on his face. His eyes were very penetrating and he had a very serious expression.
I cleared my throat. "Think you can make these changes?" I asked.
"I can try," Gray said biting his lip.
"Don't over think it too much. It will come to you naturally," I advised.
"I guess," Gray said, looking tired and frustrated again.
"I have faith in you. Just do it," I said gently and to set an example, I started working on my own paper.
It was past lunch by the time Gray showed me a rough draft of his second attempt and this time it was marginally better.
"I like," I said approvingly.
"Yeah?" he grinned. I nodded and he looked so pleased with himself, I was tempted to hug him. It wasn't common for such a big muscular guy like Gray to be seen as cute, but to me, he definitely was.
"Hey, can we take a break? I'm fucking starving," I said as my stomach growled.
"Obviously," Gray smirked.
"Want do you feel like eating?" I asked.
"You cooking or we going out?" he asked.
"Short on funds homeboy, so you'll have to deal with my cooking, although you really can't call it cooking. I can do assembling."
"Assembling?" he asked furrowing his brow.
"As in putting something together," I explained. "Sandwiches," I clarified. "I can do sandwiches. And eggs, although, they do come out burnt sometimes. Don't ask me how," I said when Gray shot me a confused look.
"Ok, what kind of assembling can you do?" Gray asked grinning again.
"Well," I began, listing them off my fingers. "There's the classic peanut butter and jelly or sometimes I do peanut butter and Nutella or dark chocolate chips. Then there's the tuna melt. Or chicken salad. Grilled cheese. Grilled cheese with bacon. Or my personal favorite, but one I don't get to eat often- BLT."
"What's so great about BLT's?" Gray asked.
"Come on, a sandwich dedicated to bacon?" I asked incredulously. "That's just awesome!"
Gray laughed at my enthusiasm. "It's just bacon."
"Plus, I don't get to eat bacon often. My mother doesn't buy it too much, because it's not healthy or whatever," I rolled my eyes.
"You eat a lot of junk food?"
"Totally. The typical All-American diet. Sometimes I eat Chinese food that my Mom makes, but I love junk. It's hard for me to balance it all," I said. "So what's your poison?"
"I don't know," Gray said. "What do you want?"
"I don't know. What do you want?" I replied.
"What do you want?" he pressed.
"What do you want?" I asked in a stern tone.
"What do you want?" Gray said with a teasing grin.
I sighed. "This could go on forever. Just make a choice. And you have to choose! You're the guest, it's the polite thing to do!"
Gray shut his mouth and looked stumped. Then his face it up. "You're the chef and a chef never lets anyone influence their choices!" he said triumphantly, looking ridiculously pleased with his comeback.
I burst into laughter. "I'm not a chef, I'm an assembler, remember."
"Too bad."
"God, you just hate making decisions!"
"I really do," Gray admitted. "Sometimes its just easier to let others decide."
I smiled sympathetically. "Ok give me a minute," I said as I pondered what to eat.
"Still hungry over here," Gray teased since I must have taken too long.
"Let's go with grilled cheese and bacon," I said. "Everything else has too many other ingredients, like slicing lettuce and tomatoes."
"You still have to slice cheese and fry the bacon," Gray pointed out.
"But I love bacon. That's no work at all," I said.
"Fair enough. Need some help?" he asked.
"Sure," I said and together we assembled our sandwiches. I handled the bacon while he placed butter in the pan and got the bread and cheese slices ready. In minutes, we had two heavenly and grease filled sandwiches to eat.
"Yummy," I sighed staring at the creation on my plate. I picked up my sandwich and took a huge bite, reveling in the grease that was left on my lips. "Mmm."
Gray smiled as he took a bite and chewed. "Mm," he agreed. "Delicious."
"Told you," I said. I quickly polished off the sandwich and swallowed it down. "Want another?" I asked right before I burped.
Gray laughed and stuffed his last piece of sandwich into his mouth and nodded. Once again, like a team, we made two more sandwiches and dug in.
"Amazing," I murmured.
"Absolutely," he said.
Just then the front door opened and I saw my mother and brother come in.
My mother grimaced. "Kevin, more junky sandwiches!"
I just smiled at her and then my eyes drifted to Teddy who came running up to me. He stopped at my chair and looked at my half eaten sandwich.
"Can I have some?" Teddy asked, his hands behind his back as he smiled goofily at me.
I laughed. "You want some of my food?" I asked the tiny boy.
Teddy nodded peering up at me. I scooted my chair backwards and helped him into my lap. I offered my sandwich to him and he took a hearty bite, crunching on it. He smiled and soon leaned forward for another bite.
"Is it good?" I asked rubbing his nose with mine, while pinching his belly.
Teddy nodded. Then he turned and caught sight of Gray. He stared at Gray before turning his face into the crook of my neck.
"He's shy," I told Gray. I hugged Teddy with one arm and kissed his head. "Hey buddy. Be polite. Say hi," I murmured.
After a few seconds, Teddy peeked at Gray. "Hi," he said softly then cuddled into me shyly.
I shrugged at Gray and hugged Teddy to my chest.
"Hi," Gray said softly. "How old are you Teddy?" he asked.
Teddy looked sideways at Gray, holding onto my shoulder. "Two," he said holding up two fingers. "I'll be three in nine days," he said and smiled.
Gray laughed. "Wow. Are you excited?"
Teddy nodded. "I get to have cake!"
Gray chuckled. "Birthday cake is the best."
Teddy nodded in agreement. "Mommy doesn't let me eat cake often."
"So I heard," Gray said glancing at me. "Junk food is bad for you."
"But it tastes yummy," Teddy pouted. I ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek. He smiled at me and rubbed his nose against my cheek, before kissing me back. I smiled at the child.
"Teddy, come here," my mother said. "Let the boys get back to work."
Teddy slowly lowered himself to the ground. I grabbed his arm before he left. "Say bye," I instructed.
"Bye," Teddy said to Gray before trotting over to my mother, who led him upstairs.
"Your brother is so cute," Gray said.
"I know."
"How come he looks, well, like not like you?" Gray asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked feigning confusion. "We look exactly alike."
Gray shot me a blank look and I laughed.
"We have different Dads," I said.
"Where is your Dad? At work?" Gray asked.
I paused. "Um," I began.
Gray must have sensed my discomfort because he quickly backpedaled. "You don't have to answer that."
"No, it's ok," I said smiling at him. "My real Dad left me and my Mom when I was five. Then my Mom met Teddy's Dad and after dating for a long time, got married, and we were one happy family. Then once my mother was pregnant with Teddy, my stepfather, Teddy's Dad, died in a car accident. Some drunk driver," I said swallowing hard. It still hurt to talk about it, even now. My stepfather had been a good father and it was a shame he wasn't around today and that Teddy never got a chance to meet him.
Gray nodded. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.
"It's all in the past," I said smiling weakly.
"That doesn't mean it can't hurt," Gray said seriously.
I nodded again.
Gray cleared his throat. "So, let me try to write this damn thing again and see if I can get it right. Third times the charm, right?" he asked in an attempt to break the sad mood.
I smiled gratefully.
"Fat chance."
"Thanks a lot, shit head. Aren't you supposed to be encouraging?"
I grinned.
I was beginning to notice something about Mark. We would hang out, have funny conversations, and then he'd be tearing off my clothes. Nothing wrong with that. I was a horny senior in high school. I always wanted sex. But I also wanted substance. I feel like we didn't get to talk about anything important. I still didn't know Mark, except the superficial facts. That was bothering me somewhat.
But I was also weak. It took two to tango. And right now, on this calm Sunday evening, we were in his car making out again. I didn't want to go to his house because I didn't want Cara to know and blab to everyone. I felt weird making out in my room with my Mom and Teddy hanging around. Sure we had eaten dinner, but that was a quick meal and then WHAM, hitting the car to get it on. It was thrilling and seemed fitting for two young gay guys, but I couldn't shake off that feeling that Mark and I should be doing other things besides having sex. I was a weird guy. Most guys would be happy for sex all the time. I was an old man in a young guy's body.
I let out a yell as I came hard, gushing into Mark's expertly sucking mouth. I groaned and threw my head back and I felt the muscles in my face and neck straining desperately. My back was arched as I humped his mouth a few times and I was all hot and sweaty.
"Oh god," I moaned.
Mark pulled off and before he could kiss me, I nudged him on his back, as best as I could in the cramped space. I parted his legs and he grabbed my hair.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I want to," I said before I licked his cock. He hissed and I swept my tongue over his head.
"Oh fuck! Stop teasing me!" he growled.
I smiled and opened my mouth wide, covering my teeth and went down his hard length, only managing about three inches. I tried going further, but I gagged and pulled back.
"Don't worry. It's hard to get it all down on the first try," Mark breathed out and he sighed as I sank down four inches and started sucking gently, whirling my tongue over his hot, hard flesh. Mark gasped and thrust his hips upwards, momentarily gagging me, but I did my best to adjust.
I started fondling his balls as I sucked and once I furiously began to tease his head and piss- slit with my tongue, he let out a strangled cry.
"Baby, I'm cumming!" he warned and I made the fast decision to swallow. At least the first time, so I could see if I liked it or not.
He shot into my mouth and it felt hot and thick, creamy with a weird, but not unlikable taste. I swallowed quickly and when he finished, I could still feel the slimy consistency in my mouth. I pulled off and wiped my lips before looking at him. His hair was in his eyes, his eyes were flashing with lust, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen, and he never looked more beautiful.
He lunged for me and kissed me hard.
"Thank you baby. That was wonderful," Mark said caressing my cheek. We sat side by side, naked, and it seemed so funny, all of sudden.
I laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"Look at us," I said pointing at him and than myself. It's night time, we're sitting in a backseat of a car, naked. It's just funny."
Mark smiled. "I suppose so."
He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and squeezed gently.
"So, I'm beginning to notice a pattern," I began.
"What?" Mark asked.
"Do you notice that we're having sex a lot?" I asked.
Mark grinned. "Complaining?"
"No!" I exclaimed, then blushed. "But I've only known you for about two weeks and I feel kinda, I don't know, like, shit I don't know. I actually like you, like really like you. I kinda also want to spend time with you, not having sex. Like have a balance. If we're having sex all the time, I won't get a chance to get to know you," I finished looking at him.
Mark was quiet for a bit. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I didn't mean to be so pushy," Mark said. "But you get me so hot," he bit his lip staring at me. "So cute, so sweet, such a hot body, and you seem to actually want to be with me."
"Why else would I be with you, unless I wanted to?" I asked with confusion.
"You're so young and sweet. And innocent," he smiled. "But people like me, well, I didn't grow up like you. You're smart, have things going for you, friends, family, but I don't. So, over time, I meet people who don't give a shit about me, and only want me for one thing- fun. Well, fun and sex. But you're different and it's hard for me to adjust to that."
"What I'm saying is that I'd like to get to know you also," he shot me a charming smile. "But I also like having sex with you. It's one of rare times I feel like someone actually cares about me, beyond sex," he grinned. "So how about we go on dates," he said massaging my fingers. "And have great sex."
I laughed and hugged him. "I think we can manage that. I'd like to get to know you better."
Mark kissed the side of my neck. "Promise you won't run when you know me." He actually looked serious and a bit troubled.
"Promise," I whispered kissing his head. "I'll see what assignments I have for school this week," I said. "Maybe we can have dinner and drive to the city, walk around and talk."
"Ok," Mark said intertwining our fingers. "I'm so glad I met you," he said after a moment.
"I'm glad I met you, too," I said, kissing him deeply, moaning as our tongues moved together.
"How come you're never available anymore?" Bill asked looking annoyed when he stopped by after Gray left and while I was getting ready for my night out in the city with Mark.
I smiled in amusement. "Missing me?"
"Well, we always hang out on the weekends, but lately your Saturdays are busy tutoring Gray, which by the way, why?" he asked.
"Because he needs help and he's a really nice guy. Really!" I exclaimed when Bill rolled his eyes.
"Really? He looks like an ass," Bill said. "He just has that face. You know? A cocky jerk face."
"He's really not. He's actually very smart and has some interesting things to say. And most importantly, he's nice," I emphasized. "I'm friends with nice people, not just Asians."
Bill rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever. But the rest of your weekend you're always with Mark."
"I'm a guy in demand," I shrugged.
"I thought it was bros before hos," Bill said, then frowned. "Or bros before, well, whatever Mark is to you."
"We're dating," I said blushing. "We're trying to spend more time together, you know, get to know one another better. I'm so busy during the week with school and babysitting Teddy, that we don't get to see each other a lot. So weekends are my only chance," I said apologetically. "Oh, don't look so pissed," I cajoled. "I see you everyday and we go to school together. And you know, in the long run, like years to come, you and me will always be friends. There's no rush to spend every minute together. You and me will always be best friends. I just, well, this is new for me and I'm happy and excited."
Bill sighed. "Yeah, I know. Fine. I can't help it. I'm a selfish guy. I want my best friend all to myself."
I smiled. "I'm the coolest person you know. I can't blame you." I flinched when he punched my arm.
"Whatever. Just don't become one of those jerks that ditch their friends to be with their girlfriend, well, in your case, boyfriend."
"I promise," I said. "Like I said, we're always gonna be best friends."
"I know that," he said.
"Good."
Bill sat quietly in the kitchen.
"He's picking me up soon. Wanna meet him?" I asked.
"Ok."
Bill was friendly to Mark, but knowing my best friend so well, I knew he had something to say. But I'd wait until my date with Mark was over. I wanted to enjoy the evening, getting to know Mark.
And maybe have a little sex afterwards. I was still a horny teenager!