Teach Me To Be Gay (BoyxBoy)

Part Ten

I immediately avert my eyes, putting a hand in front of them to block the, erm, 'view'. "Kade! Man, what the fuck?"

He chuckles, and the sound seems to eco in the tiled room. "Mate, you were the one to walk in on me, I should be asking you that question." The sound of water running stops and I hear the squelching of water as Kade steps onto the bathroom rug. I can hear him grabbing the towel from the rail and when he wraps his soaking arms around my waist, clasping them together behind my back, I can feel the material of the towel rubbing against my jeans, just below my waist.

His wet chest collides with the fabric of my T-shirt, drenching the fabric as my heart beat increases at feeling him so close. I bet he can hear it.

My eyes are still closed, but I've removed my hand to trail it around Kade's body, joining it with my other behind his neck. I feel like I'm playing the girl in our relationship. Yet I couldn't care less. I'm not squinting to block the view anymore, but my eyes remain closed in bliss, feeling pleasure at this moment Kade and I seem to be locked in - it's as if someone's stopped the clock for a minute and everything's frozen in this exact position and this exact moment. And it's an amazing feeling.

I feel Kade's breath fanning across the sensitive skin of my face, and I know the blood is rushing to my cheeks as I feel the tingles appear from the contact of the warm air he fans onto me. My heart feels heavy, but with excitement and anticipation, and I can feel Kade moving forward, his face inching closer to mine, his lips the main attraction of the moment.

It feels like hours have passed, yet it's been a matter of seconds. Hurry up and kiss me, I chant inside my head, wishing telapathy existed for a moment.

And then, for the first time in forever, he doesn't tease me and run, he doesn't leave me hanging, and instead he lets his lips connect with mine in a closed-mouth kiss that I wish could be so much more than that. I want Kade and I want every part of him, and I don't mean just physical. I want to know him - everything about him. I want him to tell me about the car crash, about what he remembers of his family, about finding out he was gay, about all his favourite things (as little as colours and as big as places), I want him to tell me his dreams and ambitions. And in this moment, as our lips move in perfect sync, I realise I've never really known Kade.

This is the boy that's been my best friend for a few years now, who knows all about my crap family, who are in reality just a bunch of stuck up pricks who'd disown me if they found out I am gay, who sits and listens to me complaining for hours. And I've never done the same for him.

But that's gonna change.

 Kade. Standing before me. Looking lost in thought. Completely.

And the look on his face, pained and broken and lost kills me. Because he shouldn't look like this right now. His face shouldn't be morphed into a look of terror and she shouldn't be slowly shrinking, as if he's walking away from me.

He turns and runs, I don't even get a wave from him.

"Kade!" I call out.

No reply.

"Shit, fuck, wanker, damn, fuck-"

My stream of profanities are cut off when the bedroom door opens and something flies towards me. I feel the warmth radiating off of him as his arms wrap around me to engulf me in a hug. "Justie?" His voice is so soft and it breaks as he speaks the damned nickname. I would hit him if it weren't for the broken aura surrounding him and the way he seems so down-trodden.

"Kade? Mate? What's wrong?" Sue me, maybe speaking in his native language will help.

"I heard you screaming," his voice is barely above a whisper, so I let my eyes trail from the blank ceiling to his face, finally looking into his eyes, which look back up at me, forlorn. And to be honest, I don't think I've ever seen Kade so... down. It just isn't within his nature. He's bubbly and lively and nothing like this. At all. "Are you okay?"

Gosh, maybe this is completely and utterly inappropriate timing, but I really, really want to kiss him right now. "I had a nightmare." My mouth opens, sounds form and ta-da! Look what we have here - my internal thoughts being spilled with little to no control because my mouth moves without my brain's command. Way, way too often.

And bless his little soul, I swear Kade's face is even more the picture of sadness than it was literally a second ago. And that's saying something.

"Kade, I want to know you. And I don't just mean your name and favourite colour and things like that, I mean you. I want to know you. So Kade... Tell me everything."

I find it funny how in a moment like this, I can somehow manage to undeniably loose track of time, my surroundings and just everything. The whole world seems to disappear and as Kade proceeds with his story, I can't care less that he goes on through each of the three lessons that take up our Friday. All I care about is Kade.

As we fall asleep, having spent the whole day just laying here, talking, admittedly crying a little, laughing and just being in each other's company, I can just about make out Kade's whisper of, "Justin, I think that was lessons number two," he yawns, "Knowing your guy."

And to be honest, that just opens a whole load of gates. Meaning I'm confused and now have a lot more questions, the most prominent being; Kade, just what do you mean by 'your guy'?

But of course, I'd never ask him that.