One-Shots

Curiosity Killed the Cat

        “No, I don't mean like that,” I said. “I mean like if he came over to me right now and he told me some nice things I'd probably stand on the tips of my toes and kiss him. Like, I'd probably really like it and I'd wanna do it again and again and...well you get it. I like him like that.”

        I had expected Cole to immediately freak out, because that's what guys did when they learned things like that. I had practiced telling him millions of times in my head, but I never had the guts to say it, somehow that day, I did.

         “Really?” 

         “Really,” I had clarified, unsure of how he would take it.

         “Want me to ask him out for you, Sam?”

        Cole was being completely serious, and that was probably why I started to cry. I've always been a really emotional guy, and I don't think it's because I'm gay. It's just how I am. Even if I had been born straight, I would probably still tear up over silly things. But at the time, I was just genuinely amazed that he would even offer that, though I had told him no as soon as the words had left his mouth. I knew I couldn't be the other boy's type. I was tall, lanky, but I also had an odd look to me. My head was too heart shaped, my eyes were too blue, I wasn't even the slightest bit toned, and I just looked like a really feminine boy. But that's probably because I was and still am a really feminine boy.

        Fast forward to when I was fifteen and Cole was fourteen and you'd have seen me calling him in the middle of the night on a Saturday night to beg him to come over. My parents had thought I was mature enough to take care of myself for the weekend since I was finally fifteen and so I did the obvious thing and had bragged about it to my friends. One thing lead to another and I had for some odd reason told the boy from the year before – that I had later learned was named Jordan – that I would have my entire house to myself for two whole days. We had hung out a few times since I first told Cole that I liked him, and I had continued to lust after him even a year after this realization. He was charming, funny, and he was just an all-around great guy, or so I thought.

He had told me lines over the phone that made me feel extraordinary, important, mature, and simply as if I actually mattered. I had fell for every single word as soon as he uttered them. Now there was nothing incredibly remarkable about Jordan, he was attractive with the nicest skater hair I've ever seen, yes, and he had an impressive way of talking that could make you feel as if you meant something to him, but neither of those are truly real reasons to chase after a guy. Yet, I did anyway. I didn't realize it was all just a game to him, just a typical one-night stand and nothing more.

        He asked me if he could come over and we could hang out, I eagerly agreed, being the pathetic horny fifteen year old boy that I was. I had not mistakenly believed that we would do something more than play video games. I gave him my address and waited patiently for his arrival like the fool I was.

         When he finally got there, I was immensely nervous, but I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. A senior guy was at my house because he wanted to see me. I opened the door slightly, and he made his way in with a broad grin on his face.

         We talked. We laughed. We did play video games, in fact. However, it was leading up to the Big Event. 

         We were sitting in the living room when he gave me a look that sent shivers down my spine. His big brown eyes were engulfed me and carried me off into another world. He was obviously worked up after a while when he leaned in I gave in immediately and let him kiss me. It started off sweet and careful, but eventually one of us lost control and it got more intense, more magical, more rough. I led him – or more so, he led me – upstairs to my room and that was that, I was sure of what would happen next.