Sin (BoyxBoy) ✔️ Book 1

Chapter 12

''There won't be any non-christian things at the party, little brother. We could have pizza and play board games.'' She said to me. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

''You're older by what, one minute?''

''Two minutes. See you later, Gabriel.'' She said, hanging up the phone without another word.

I finished my cigarette before climbing in the car with Luke. He flashed me a soft smile as I sat down next to him, his light dimples popping out with every moment he made.

''Ready to go?'' He asked me. His voice lingered with uncertainty in his voice, his icy blue eyes seeming distant.

''Are you okay?'' I asked him. His eyes widened at my words, avoiding my gaze. I knew he wasn't okay, he's far from it. He hasn't actually expressed his genuine feelings to me yet... I don't blame him. He's been taught that men can't feel. He's been taught to hide how he truly feels and that all the pain that came towards him... he deserved it. And that's not true.

''I will be eventually.'' He finally responded to me. I felt a smile lingering on my lips at his words. He usually tells me that he's okay... even though we both know he's not. He's progressing.

''I know, blondie. We could work through this. One step at a time.'' I reassured him, reaching over and patting him gently on the thigh. He smiled gently down at my tattooed hand, his eyes returning to his distant stance.

I pulled my hand away without another word, placing his bags down in his lap gently before placing the key into the ignition.

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Luke

''Do I look okay?'' I asked Gabriel, grasping onto my crutches as I walked out of the bedroom. He broke his gaze from his book as he looked up at me, a faint smile lingering on his lips as he met my eyes.

''You look great, blondie. I think bright colors are your thing.'' He stated. I looked down at my outfit with a soft smile spreading on my lips. I decided to wear a pair of white skinny jeans and a yellow sweater. It wasn't anything too exciting, but it was definitely different from the regular school outfit I wear.

...And Gabriel's clothes. All he has is black and dark clothes... I get that is what he likes to wear, but it isn't my thing. He has a lot of scary band tee-shirts too. That's not my thing.

''Is that what you're wearing?'' I suddenly asked him. He raised an eyebrow at my words, placing the book down on his lap as I approached him.

''What's wrong with what I'm wearing, Luke?'' He asked with a hint of humor in his voice. I sat down on the couch opposite him before I spoke.

''You always wear black or... dark red or something. And scary tee-shirts...'' I mumbled, motioning towards the shirt he was wearing. I didn't know what band or singer it was- I couldn't make out the writing on it.

''Mmh, are you saying I look bad, Luke?'' He asked me with a smirk lingering on his pierced lips. I felt a blush spread across my face at his words as he crossed his arms across his chest in anticipation for my response.

''N-No, that's not what I meant! You look good, actually really good-'' I went on, feeling the blush get worse on my face. I didn't mean it like that...

''Really good, huh? Thanks, blondie.'' He said to me. I couldn't help but shake my head as I buried my face in my hands, the laughter of Gabriel filling my ears. I sounded like I was flirting with him or something... I don't want him to think I'm gay. That won't be good... that will make him uncomfortable.

He does look good though.

''Alright, Luke. We need to head out now, okay?'' He finally said to me. I pulled my face out of my hands, my eyes were met with Gabriel. His playful smirk wasn't present on his face anymore- his face was twisted in a serious expression.

''Are you sure you want to go? Just tell me if you aren't feeling up for it.'' He asked me. I slowly nodded my head, gazing up at him with a faint smile.

''I know that what happened was pretty bad. It's something that I'll remember for the rest of my life... but what I learned myself over the years is that I shouldn't dwell in the past. If I dwell in the past, hide behind closed doors and be grouchy the rest of my life... I won't ever be happy. Yeah, I need some time to heal... but it doesn't mean I should do it alone. I think this will be good for me.'' I said to him. His eyes widened once I finished my speech, gazing over at me with a big smile on his pierced lips.

''I'm proud of you, Luke. I don't know if anyone has ever told you that... but I'm really proud of you. You're one of the strongest people I know.'' He mumbled to me.

...He's proud of me?

He slowly brought himself up off of the couch, making his way over to me without another word.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around me without another word as he sat down. He pulled me against his chest, his chin resting on top of my head. I quickly wrapped my arms around him, clinging onto him instinctively as he hugged me.

''...I don't usually like giving hugs, but I think you needed it.'' He said in almost a whisper. I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I slowly nodded my head, hugging him tighter without a word.

I was always taught that hugging other guys is... wrong. That guys shouldn't show vulnerability, they shouldn't show affection towards one another. That it was a Sin... it's wrong.

...But I really like his hugs, I hate to say it.

I know it's wrong, but... he's really warm. I can't help but like it.

''I'm proud of you.'' He repeated himself.

''...Thank you.''