Saving a School (boyxboy)

F*ck! 2

Ashton POV

Whatever Dan was hoping was gonna happen, inviting those two chicks, was not gonna happen.

For one, I had suggested being open at the start of this play. He said we are exclusive. And no way would they set their sights on a guy with a boyfriend. We didn't even tell Jude about what we are doing, much less these straight bimbos. They are here to pick Seth shoes and that's it.

The point was, I was surrounded with blurred lines and had no idea where I stood. Me and Dan had been close as hell before we started, and now that racyer stuff had been left out for a while, I really felt like a gay dude in a very innocent relationship. I liked the LGBTQIA culture, I liked skinship with Dan and I liked leaving behind the douchy macho parts of me. Now, if only I didn't overreact to anything bigger than holding hands, we could go on like that forever.

Like at the mall. There was this moment I felt was funny, when Dora and Becca tried to introduce us as their boyfriends. They had probably been hit on while we didn't notice and came to seek shelter, but unfortunately their lie wasn't believed, as we were selecting eyeliner at the time. I was applying it for Dan while explaining how he doesn't need mascara but could use some eyeshadow in the corner - I had kept in touch with Kana - when the four found us.

Another good thing with how natural I am acting with this gay thing lately is, that we never have to prove ourselves anymore. Something small in our interactions had changed enough that people rarely looked at us and thought 'friends'. I liked it, to be honest, but Dan didn't. With every new interaction I could feel him waiting for that 'yeah right' that we got so often three weeks ago, and his jaw clenching ever so slightly when it was clear it wasn't coming. It was terrifying. Him not wanting us to be as close as we were.

So not kissing him was good. I did not need to see him treating it with the same blasé confidence he treats a fistbump, all the while I'm forgetting what breathing is again. I did not need a proof of how one of us needs or wants more of us than the other.

Everything else goes though. I could tell he really had nothing against it, so I could stick to him all I want. We got food from the court, got called a faggot when I kissed Dan's cheek, wasted two-thirds of our budget for Seth's new shoes and decided to go trifting instead. Which is unfairly expencive in LA, but fun. I found a pair of 80s styele rollerskates and made Dan roll me around the store. And the best part was how much fun Seth had. He got along with the girls swimmingly, making them double over in laughter with his impressions while they dressed him up in every style they could find.

While I was distracted with being happy, Dan pulled me between some overloaded clothing racks. While wearing the skates I was several inches taller than him, so when he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against him, I was taken aback by the unusual angle. He had a foolish smile on his face, staring up at me, his eyes looking almost unfamiliar with the wonky lines I had drew around them.

"We are hiding," he whispered.

"No one can find us," I whispered back. I licked my lips and his eyes flashed there. Some kind of atmosphere was rising, which was strange - it would be there when other people were, but never with just us two around. I sometimes felt like we were forgetting our own supposed sexuality at the end of some days.

But he didn't move anymore, like he was waiting for me to. I kept telling myself I would not get flustered if I initiate it, while ignoring how hard my heart was already beating against my ribcage. My fingers brushed against his neck, running up over his chin and tracing his lips.

"Found you!" came a cheerful call, Dora pulling apart the hanging dresses that were hiding us. For a moment I froze, but Dan was quick.

"No, you didn't!" he answered with a straight face, pulling the clothes back to their place. In a moment he was back where he was, raising my slack hand back to his own face. I would doubt if I imagined the interruption if I didn't hear Dora giggling a few feet away.