Lessons On Kissing Guys (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 13

As soon as I wake up, light streaming in through the window to tell me that the sun has only just risen, I have my laptop open on my lap, making sure that the first thing I do is install the new program I bought. Honestly, if I want this job, I’ll have to apply before someone else snatches up the offer. And obviously, before I apply, I have to show the people that I want the job.

Whilst the download is taking place (curse the thing for deciding it needs a few hours), I decide to keep myself busy for the time being. Which means the majority of the day. Which means actually going out and doing something.

I decide in a split second that I’m gonna take Blair out on a ‘date’ today – shit, I don’t remember the last time I bored myself through one of those, but hopefully today, it won’t be so boring. Especially with me planning it. Gosh, I don’t have a fucking clue why I’ve become so into this whole idea of a relationship (with a guy, might I add) lately. It’s not exactly like me, but I don’t want to think like that, so I throw the thoughts far away, where, hopefully, I’ll never catch them.

Slipping into a top and some jeans, I pick up the phone, making arrangements for a cheap-ish lunch date, before realising I don’t have any money. Thing is, I really don’t want to have to go to Blair for money, yet I also don’t want to not take him out on a date today. I feel like I should. In fact, I want to. I really fucking want to be able to take him out on a casual date, hopefully somewhere we won’t get caught, and to act normal around him. Okay, so that’s blatantly an impossibility considering that bowling alleys are public, and there are a fuck load of people there. Shit, I never plan things very well, do I?

Okay, so this one time, I’m gonna make an exception for myself and borrow some money. Just this once. I swear, only once.

Quickly, I make my way to Blair’s room, not bothering to knock on the door, and instead running in and jumping on the bed. This causes Blair to jump up, effectively head-butting me. Oh, fun fucking times. “Morning mister! I need to ask a favour. Just this once.”

“Sure, what do you want?” He says this as he rubs his head, trying to sooth the pain from our unfortunate head-butting. Oops.

“A bit of money. Like a hundred quid. Dude, I’ll pay you back, I swear.”

He looks at me, with a glint in his eye. “You really want it?” I nod my head (albeit a little unsurely, considering his tone). “Okay, kiss me.” I sigh in relief, thinking he was gonna ask for a lot more than just a simple kiss.

Oh, but boy, it’s not just a simple kiss. As soon as my head has completed the simple bop, up and back down again, his lips are attacking mine in a frenzy, before our tongues are meeting, Blair’s exploring my mouth. And I’ll admit, I’m so caught up in the sensation that comes as a packaged deal with the kiss that I get lost in it. I get lost in this feeling, this sense of security and happiness. I love this feeling. I guess it’s taken me a while though to figure out that this feeling is something to love, not to shy away from.

Typically, as soon as the thought enters my mind, I’m pulling away, unable to get this thought out of my mind that this is something to shy away from, even though I’ve clearly told myself it’s not. It’s really fucking hard to get the thoughts to leave, but after a minute they do.

“Here.” Blair hands me a hundred quid, made up of ten and twenty pound notes. They fit nicely in my hand, like Blair’s shirt fits nicely right now.

“Okay, we’re going out in about half an hour, so be ready.” I say the words, get up, and leave. For some reason, I just need to get out of there for a minute, to clear my mind for a second. And so, to do that, I go downstairs, grab the house phone, and call up the bowling place, having a slot booked for half an hour in no time.