I wanted to pee, and badly.
Though, I was currently in class and I didn't want to ask for permission to go to the toilet. I wanted to wait for the period to end actually as I didn't want to miss any important notes and such. Though, after some time, my bladder couldn't hold on anymore so I finally raised my hand and waited for the teacher to notice me.
"Yes, Mr. White?" my teacher said at last with a sigh, stopping in the middle of her lesson to finally acknowledge my raised hand. A few boys and girls of the class glanced back at me at that moment.
"Can I go to the toilet please?" I asked her and a few laughs were heard, even if there was nothing funny at all. The teacher stared at me for a few seconds, probably wondering if she should let me go or not, before finally nodding her head and she continued the lesson where she stopped at.
I stood up from my chair and walked out of the classroom as casually as ever but as soon as I was in the hallways, I sped up to the toilets without wasting another second. As it was class hours, I was pleased to have the toilets all to myself. I quickly went to do my business and when I was done, I went to wash my hands while glancing at my own reflection in the mirror.
It was at that moment that someone arrived.
"Oh, Declan," I heard Pierre's voice and I looked to the side to see him standing at the door, his hand still placed on the handle. The surprise could be seen on his face and I was surprised too. The last time that I saw him was at the fast food and honestly, the high school's toilets was the last place that I expected to see him again. "What are you doing here?"
I couldn't help but chuckle, "What do you think I came in the toilets for? To pee of course."
"Dumb question," he told himself as he walked in, letting the door close behind him. A small smile came on my face. I finished washing my hands and wiped them on my jeans, turning around to lean against the sink. I watched Pierre as he came to stand awkwardly in front of me.
"Well..." I started, seeing that he was remaining silent.
"Well..." he repeated, simply staring at me. I chuckled once again.
"Aren't you going to pee?" I asked him. "Unless you came here for the other important business."
"No! I - I want to pee!" he was quick to say, his cheeks turning pink due to the embarrassment. He glanced at the urinals and then stared back at me. His cheeks' color changed into a darker shade at that moment. I raised one eyebrow at him.
"Aren't you going to make a move?"
"Are you going to remain here?" he asked me back, grabbing the end of his shirt nervously and I frowned.
"You want me to go already?" I folded my arms over my chest. I thought that he would be pleased to be in my presence for some minutes...even if we were in the boys' toilets.
"No, that's not what I mean," he replied and he only made me more confused.
"What is it then?" I asked him and his eyes went back to the urinals. I slowly realized what was the real problem. "Don't tell me that you are embarrassed to pee in front of me?!"
He gulped and avoided my eyes, remaining quiet, and I knew instantly that I was right.
"God, Pierre," I couldn't believe it but I was also amused. "Have you never peed in the presence of other guys before?"
"Of course, I did!" he exclaimed, his face still red and he added something that surprised me, "But those guys weren't you and I - I - ah! Can't you just get out until I'm done and then come back in?"
"Absolutely not," I immediately refused, shaking my head, "Come on, just do it. It won't be that hard."
"But I don't want you to try to look at my - at my - you know what I mean!" he exclaimed again and I really had to laugh this time. "Stop! This isn't funny!"
"Actually, it is," I protested, "I didn't expect you to be so embarrassed for such a simple thing."
"I'm going to use one of the toilet stalls," he declared, advancing towards one of the cabins but I immediately stopped him. I grabbed his arm and turned him around so that he was facing me again. I then wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer.
"Okay, you win," I told him, "How about I just turn around? I promise, no matter how much I want to, I won't try to look at your D - I - C - K."
"You idiot," he hid his face against my chest. "It's not romantic at all to pee in front of your lover. I don't understand why you want me to do it so much."
I tried to not let the fact that he called me his lover affect me and I just kept a normal expression on my face.
"It's a little step that most lovers make one day or another," I told him with a half-shrug, "Well, I wouldn't have made such a big deal out of this if you simply went to pee without dramatizing the situation."
"God, I never thought that one day we would argue about peeing in front of each other," he said and he pulled away from me, looking at me in the eyes, "Okay, hmm, turn around now. I really, really want to free myself."
I shook my head in disbelief and took a few steps back before turning around, giving him my back. I heard him move behind me and a few minutes later, I heard the sound of the water and I turned around again to see him washing his hands.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" I asked him then with a grin and he didn't reply anything, but I could see the little smile on his face.
"What are we going to do now?" he asked me, trying to change the topic of the conversation.
"Hmm, well, normally we should be heading back to our former classes right now," was my reply and he pouted.
"Do you want to go back to class?" he asked me quiet, looking down at his feet.
"Don't you want to go back to class?" I asked him back and he looked at me innocently.
"Maybe I want to stay with you for a few more minutes," he said, "There's not much time left for the period to end anyway."
"There's exactly twenty-two minutes left," I informed him, glancing down at my watch, "Just admit that you want to miss class to be with me, you little rebel."
"Yeah, that's it," he agreed without much hesitation and he took me by surprise, "The toilets are not the best place to stay at though. It's dirty here."
"In dirty toilets, people have dirty talks," I told him and he frowned in confusion, "If we are not going back to class, we should hide before someone sees us."
"But where?" he asked me and I hummed thoughtfully. I threw a quick glance around and suddenly got an idea. I grabbed Pierre's arm and pulled him inside of one of the toilet stalls. I then turned on the lock, locking both of us inside the small cabin.
"Now we can have our dirty talk," I joked and he groaned, laughing at the same time.
"Seriously? In here?" he leaned back against the wall. "There's barely enough space to move properly."
"Who needs space? Just enjoy having your body close to mine," I told him, leaning closer to him and he wrapped his arms around my neck. He smiled at me for a little moment but then after a few seconds, his smile faded away and he wore a more serious expression.
"Are we going to talk about what happened?" he asked me unexpectedly as he slid his fingers through my hair, "About the whole Melanie thing, I mean."
"Really, you are going to bring that up now?" I asked him, my mood changing immediately into a bad one and he sighed. I was trying to not think about that little story but of course, he had to remind me of it.
"We can't really act like if nothing has happened," he told me and I rolled my eyes. He sighed again, "Listen, Melanie told me about your date, well she just wanted to rub what she did with you in my face but I want to hear your side of the story. What Joshua told me at the fast food, is it true? Did she force herself on you?"
"She -" I paused, taking some time to reply. It seemed to be harder for me to talk about this as time passes. "She just forced me to kiss her a few times and she touched me a bit, and yeah." I leaned my head on his shoulder so that he wouldn't see my face. "Damn, I'm feeling stupid, both ridiculous and stupid."
"Why?"
"Because I'm acting like if she raped me or something, when it was just a few kisses and touches in the dark room of a cinema," I replied, "I never thought that being close to her in that way would make me feel so bad, so insecure and...kind of scared. I just don't feel good about this whole thing and the worst is that I don't feel like I have an escape route."
"I'm so sorry," he hugged me tightly, "I never wanted you to go through that. God, I can't believe that I succeeded to put you in this type of situation again. This is all my fault. Why can't I just stop doing that to you each damn time?"
"Pierre-"
"No, listen to me," he cut me off in my sentence, "I refuse to let her be with you in that way. Just ignore her, okay? You don't have to listen to her or do anything that she wants you to. Just push her away as much as you can. Don't worry about what she will do and stop worrying about me. Do what will make you feel better at the end of the day. I'll be alright. I'm old enough to deal with my own family so please, Declan, no more of that."
I didn't say anything at first but then I slowly nodded.
"Okay," I could simply say, "I'll leave everything in your hands."
Nothing else was said for a few minutes and we just remained in each others' arms peacefully.
"Hey, Declan," he whispered suddenly and I hummed softly to tell him to continue, "Can I kiss you to make you forget your kiss with her?"
I couldn't hold in my laughter.
"Now why are you laughing?" He complained and I pulled away to look at his pouting face, touching his cheek.
"I just didn't expect you to say that," I replied to him. "And I never expected you to ask to kiss me in that way." He rolled his eyes and I chuckled. "But yeah, I would really like to share a little gay kiss with you."
I didn't even have time to act that he was already leaning forward to kiss my lips. It was a soft and gentle kiss, and for a moment, he succeeded to make me feel good. I didn't feel any fear, I was not nervous and there was no bubble of awkwardness present in my stomach, unlike my kiss with Melanie. It was just perfect.
It was the opening of the door that made us pull away from each other and we heard someone walk in. The panic could immediately be seen in Pierre's eyes but I placed one finger on my mouth, signalling him to just remain quiet. The person who entered was of course a teenage boy and he seemed to be having a conversation on his phone. It didn't take long for him to go away though and as soon as he was out, Pierre let out a breath of relief.
"Don't be so panic," I told him, feeling amused by his reaction. "No one is going to see us."
"Yeah but if they look down, they will see both of our feet," he mentioned and I rolled my eyes.
"Don't exaggerate. Who the hell would bend down just to see if two people are hiding in one of the stalls?" I asked him and he shrugged, a smile on his face.
"We never know," he said and I couldn't help but roll my eyes once again.
"Well, if you are so worried, jump and wrap your legs around my waist," I told him and he stared at me, blinking.
"Okay," he agreed without much effort and soon after, his legs were wrapped around my waist and his lips were against mine once again.
Somehow, at that moment, I started to wonder if it was really a good thing for me to kiss him like this. I was supposed to play hard to get but instead, I was there pressed against him and kissing his lips again. God, lately we had been more intimate with each other than never before. We were acting more like a couple, without the occasional I love you of course.
My tongue was exploring Pierre's mouth when, suddenly, I felt his hand slide under my shirt and touch my bare back.
"Wow," I said, immediately pulling away from the kiss, "What are you doing? Where are you putting your hands?"
He blushed, "I'm just - hmm - I thought that maybe you would like it if I touch your body b-because I like it when you do it with m-me."
I smirked and moved my mouth to his ear, biting on his earlobe. "I will like it even more if you move your hand to my lower region."
"D-Declan!" He stuttered in horror and he slapped me on the chest, "You pervert!"
My response to his words was to bite him in the neck and he let out a surprise moan. I didn't bite too hard on the skin though. I didn't want to leave behind a hickey. If I could, I would have already marked his skin but I didn't think that his parents would appreciate to find a hickey present on his neck.
I grabbed Pierre's hands and placed them under my shirt, my way of telling him that he could indeed touch my skin if he wanted. He didn't waste a second and immediately moved his hands from my chest to my back. I loved the feeling of having his hands moved on my body. We continued our make-out session and it was only when the bell rang that we stopped, breathless. I put Pierre back on his feet and unlocked the door, coming out first.
"That was nice," Pierre said while going to wash his face and I nodded in agreement.
"We should do that more often," I told him.
"What? Bunking class to come make-out here or making-out in general?" He asked me as I started to fix my hair in the mirror.
"Both," was my reply and he smiled, biting his bottom lip. "Hopefully, now you won't get in trouble with your teacher," I told him and he sighed.
"I will just say that I was doing the important business," he informed me and I laughed.
"I think that I'm going to use the same excuse."