Kris
I blinked my eyes open. Tyler raised and eyebrow at me, a controller in his hand. I look around the room, well, Tyler's room.
Sport posters covered his walls and a flat screen TV stood to the right of his bed. A computer desk sat across the room with a few comic books, action figurines, framed photograph, and a laptop. Beside the desk, stood a bookshelf filled with anything but books.
Tyler hugged me. "You're awake!""
I froze.
Tyler. Freaking. Case. Is hugging me.
He pulled back faster than you could say no homo. Not that I was going to. Full homo here.
Tyler blushed.
Okay... this was weirder than my dream about Jacob and Edward leaving Bella for me and all of us pursuing a polyamorous relationship. Some would call it, a better love story than Twilight.
It felt like I was in another universe because there was no way Tyler would give me a hug in this one!
Though I couldn't say I didn't enjoy it.
I tried to sit up only to plop back down on the bed. Turning to Tyler, I pouted and gave him my best puppy dog eyes. He rolled his eyes and pulled me up, his hand on my lower back to keep me steady.
"Why did you kidnap me?" I asked. "Did you finally realize you're in love with me?"
He removed his hand, letting me fall back to the bed again. "You're crazy. The only reason you're here is 'cause you passed out. I took you to the nurse and then my house— since your home phone didn't work."
"Well, can I go home now?" I didn't want him to feel like I owed him more than I already did.
He scoffed. "Hell no. The reason you passed out is because you weren't sleeping or eating. Are you one of those people who starve themselves to lose weight?"
"No, but you shouldn't be so insensitive about that. It's a real issue," I said. He rolled his eyes which made me want to scream. How could someone be so ignorant?
"Then why don't you eat?"
"I forget." I can't stand eating alone.
Tyler ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. "I guess I'll have to force you then."
I glared then smiled sweetly. "Can I have a shower?"
"No."
"May I have a shower?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Kris, I said—" His words came to a halt when he looked at my pout. "Fine."
I held out my arms for him to pick me up and he cursed. He walked us into the bathroom and sat me down on the closed toilet lid while he stripped down to his boxers. I blushed at the sight of his bare body.
I guess sports and exercise had their perks after all.
Tyler helped me out of my clothes. I didn't miss the way his eyes ran over my nipples and down my long legs. He looked away and pulled us into the shower. My face warmed and it wasn't from the hot water either, at least not entirely.
Sliding his leg between mine, he began soaping my hair up. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to concentrate on anything else. Not the way his breath felt on my face or his legs between mine or his hands in my hair— I whined when he tugged a strand.
I squinted my eyes open to to see his smirk. "You're so immature." I shut my eyes again.
"Says you."
"You just..." My words trailed off into a moan when he pulled another strand harder.
"Oh."
My cheeks burn. "Yeah, oh. Now if you don't want to have a gay boy humping your leg then quit."
Tyler's breath hitched but he didn't utter another word, washing my hair out. My heart was erratic and my body trembled. This was so embarrassing.
The shampoo rinsed out. A soft loofa pressed to my skin. I couldn't rip my eyes away from Tyler, his hard face, eyes mixed with irritation and something else.
The loofa brushed my nipple, more than a few times. Oh no. I squeezed my eyes shut and bite my lip from making a weird noise. Not here. Anywhere but here. I tried to think of something else but it was impossible. Tyler felt too good. It would be weird if it didn't. I had never been touched by another person before, of course it was going to send my hormones to the moon and back!
How could I not enjoy being touched by the hottest guy in school?
Tyler
I watched in fascination as I soaped up his girly frame, hairless legs, smooth shoulders, flat stomach, and pink nipples that were too cute to be on the male body.
I wrapped an arm around his waist and continued washing his chest. He inhaled sharply. His face broken into full blown pleasure, eyes squeezed shut and mouth falling open. It sent all the heat in my body to my groin.
I can't believe he's turned on by me.
You like it. I scowled and shoved that thought away. I quickly rinsed Kris off, trying to get this over with as soon as possible. This was way too weird. Kris's half hard cock pressed into my leg for attention.
Something that should've grossed me out.
Fuck.
God, if my buddies from school could see me now. I didn't want to be seen with Kris if it meant people would call me a fag. It wasn't like I had a problem with gay people, I just didn't want to be seen as one of them.
After rinsing him off, I wrapped him in a towel and yanked his wet boxers down his long legs. I did the same for me and led us back into my bedroom.
"Here." I handed him a baggy shirt, sweatpants, and some briefs that shrunk in the washer. I slipped on a pair of boxers, ball shorts, and a T-shirt I cut the sleeves off last summer.
Kris pulled the T-shirt on. I tried my best not to look at his creamy legs. Man, I needed to get laid.
"Why are you being slow?" I demanded.
"I'm tired," Kris whined.
I bent down on the floor in front of him and grabbed the briefs I gave him, ready to pull his towel off.
"Tyler!" He blushed bright red and shoved his hands over my eyes. "Don't look!"
I hoped he felt the way I rolled my eyes. I couldn't believe someone so cocky could be so self conscious at the same time. He didn't even look bad. Maybe not manly, but his body was— I scowled. Why the hell am I fawning over his body like some homo?
"Fine." I closed my eyes but he didn't move his hands. I ripped his towel off and felt his legs. "I might have to fill you up a bit since I can't see what the hell I'm doing." Kris trembled underneath my touch. It was kind of satisfying to know I affected him.
I managed to hike his briefs up to his thighs and let my hand travel up his hip and back down.
"Don't tease me," Kris whined.
How the hell did he get so riled up— wait a minute.
"Are you a virgin?"
Kris went quiet and didn't say a word, he didn't have to. His silence spoke volumes. If I was one of the guys at school, I would've laughed and called him a loser, but I wasn't one of the guys here— and a part of me liked the fact Kris was untouched.
I pulled the briefs all the way up his pale thighs and swell ass. He removed his hands from my face and I could finally see him again. His black hair was a damp mess and green eyes stark against his pale skin.
"I'm hungry," He said.
"You have an appetite now?"
He gave me a small nod. I looked at him and then out my door to the staircase. Fucking hell. I picked him up and boosted him on my hip.
Oh, this was going to be a long week.
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Okay. Finally done with that. ♥ Woo. Another chapter.
I got 17 votes for the last chapter so I was like: "Aw...I feel loved." Because I usually don't get a lot of votes.
So, I just calmed myself down and got a pretty good number so, I'm going to stop freaking all the time.
I'm also going to start leaving a special question at every chapter in the little authors note.
So this one's is:
If you're best friend grabbed your butt what would you do?
> Now, let's see who actually reads the author notes.