Theme: "Worship" by Years and Years
Theo runs his hand through Emil's hair from front to back, grabbing a fistful and tugging Emil's face away from his. Emil smiles. Theo presses his lips to Emil's hungrily, the force of it knocking Emil off balance. His back sinks into the blue gym mat below him. Straddling him, Theo grabs one wrist and then the other, pinning him to the mat. Emil's skin tingles with excitement.
The bell rings. Lunch is over. Time to leave their hiding spot behind the stage's curtain in the gym. It's where they wrote most of their play: the one now featured on all the posters around school. They are a power team: Emileo...Themil...unfortunately their names didn't lend to a great mashup. This didn't lessen the stars in Emil's eyes or the power in Theo's kiss however.
Desperately not wanting to, Emil pulls away. Theo tries to kiss him again, but he turns his face.
"We should probably get to class," Emil says, a little breathless.
"Why? You can't go in there with a massive boner. Let me help you with that," Theo says, rubbing his hand on Emil's jeans.
Emil closes his eyes and kicks his head back slightly.
Theo and Emil stumble into class ten minutes late. Emil's head is spinning. He feels like he's shown up to class drunk.
"Finally decided to show up, did you? Take your seats, gentlemen," Mr. Bransen says.
They sit down next to each other and Theo immediately starts running his fingers up and down Emil's arm. Emil tries to shake him off, embarrassed by the sideways glances they are receiving. Even Mr. Bransen is eyeing them, though he won't say anything for fear of rocking the boat. It's like trying to offer help to a disabled person. You'd do it for anyone, but you don't want to seem like you think they are limited and it would just be awkward to stand there and try to explain that to them, justifying yourself in their eyes, not for their sake, but your own conscience. Instead of offering you just look away and hope they can do it on their own. That's exactly what it was like to be gay right now. There are still those who hurl nasty insults regardless of popular opinion, but for everyone else it's like walking on thin ice. Most ignore it.
"Hey, Mom, Theo's staying for dinner, okay?" Emil calls as they bound up the stairs to his room.
"That's perfect. I've made way too much lasagna. You two working on homework? Do you need an after-school snack to hold you over 'till dinner?" She shouts back, used to the routine.
Emil stops at the top of the steps. Theo nibbles his ear.
"No, I think we're alright," Emil says, trying to keep his voice steady. "We've got a lot of homework, so we probably won't be down until dinner."
Theo pulls Emil into his room and shuts the door behind them. He pushes Emil onto the bed and strips off his shirt, torso so thin he looks almost anorexic. He runs his hand through his messy, sandy-blonde curls, head cocked to the side.
"Ready to do some homework?" Theo asks, raising his eyebrows.
Emil removes his shirt and backs slowly towards the headboard, keeping his eyes locked on Theo. Theo takes a running start and pounces on him, covering his chest and neck with rapid kisses.
Theo has successfully removed Emil's jeans when Emil's dad walks in.
"Son, have you seen..." he pauses, eyes wide, flustered.
Emil scurries quickly from the bed, grabbing his pants off the floor. He just holds them, realizing it's far too late.
"Theo, I think it's time for you to leave," Emil's dad says calmly.
Theo gets up casually and finds his shirt. He salutes Emil's dad, blows Emil a kiss, and leaves.
"Dad, let me..." Emil starts, not exactly sure what to say. He hadn't planned on officially coming out any time soon.
"No, need. I already knew," he says, looking his son in the eye.
"Of course, I'm not blind. I know you and Theo are more than friends. Friends don't look at each other like that."
"Were you going to say anything?" Emil asks, uncomfortable and confused.
"Nah, I didn't want to make it awkward for you. I knew you weren't ready to 'come out,'" he says this phrase awkwardly, "I wanted you to do it on your terms. When you were ready. But...your mom...I'm not sure she can handle this right now. You might have to ease her into the idea...when you're ready, of course. She's sensitive and I'm not sure how she's going to handle not having little grandkids and a daughter-in-law. She can't find you like this. Not like I did..."
Emil looks at the wall, trying to process the information.
"So you knew, but mom has no clue?" he asks finally.
"I don't think so. If she does she's never mentioned it. Besides you know how she's always prodding you for girl information. If she knows, she's deluding herself. Just give her time. She'll come round...but I'm asking you, for her sake, just for a while...can you stop bringing Theo around...maybe just not as often?" his dad says.
"Thanks. Don't forget to wash up before dinner," his dad says, like it's routine.
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