Step Brothers [BoyxBoy]

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               I quickly pulled back when I realized what was happening. My headache, my sudden trauma just perished away like a diseased cat. Makes no sense, because that's how I feel right now. I was taken aback with little time to think things through.

               "What...Did..." I hesitated as my eyes wobbled. I felt like a drunk man. Intoxicated by the delightful taste of my step brother's tongue. "You just...kissed me."

               "Did you not want me to?" The corners of his mouth quirked upwards.

               "Stop grinning." I snapped. I looked down as I clenched and unclenched my hands nervously. My cheeks felt hot, surely I was blushing. My own pondering was begining to confuse me. I shouldn't think too much or I might end up hurting myself.

               He relaxed his face muscles. "Did I do something wrong?"

               "Yeah," I nodded slowly. "You kissed me."

               "Obviously." He muttered.

               I crawled back until my back was against the wall. I breathed uneasily, mostly gasping for air. This is what it felt like to be scared, to be nervous. I rubbed my cheeks so they could stop feeling so warm and fuzzy.

               "Why." I breathed.

               "I like you."

               "And you just randomly kiss me? What if I'm straight Derek?"

               "But you're not." He pointed out.

               "Well straight guys don't respond when they are kissed by a guy, so no I am not."

               "I'm sorry for kissing you," He looked down at his lap. "I didn't know you were going to react ... so startled."

               "How did you know that I was gay? Nicole told you didn't she?" I asked him.

               By now, everyone who had been invited to the party was gone. The music was still playing but almost inaudible. All that was left was a darkening sun, setting down to be replaced by the captivating moon.

               "You remember when we hung out at the ice skating ring?"

               "Yeah." I answered.

               "Do you specifically remember when Nicole stuck out her tongue at me?"

               "Oh no..."

               "Oh yes."

               "It was a sign?" I whimpered. I felt violated. I felt betrayed by my new American friend. I felt like a bug in a windshield full of different bugs. I'm all the way at the corner where the wipes don't reach. Forever alone. "Why would she tell you? She pinky promised!" 

               "Well she didn't exactly tell you. I told her to find out if you were ... interested in men." He shrugged uncomfortably. "And to stick her tongue out at me if you were."

               "So that's why you looked like you saw a ghost."

               He slightly chuckled. "Yeah, I guess."

               "You don't really look gay." I examined him. His perfection was too much for him to be gay. "Or bi..."

               "I only broke up with Vicky because I want to be with you."