My "Supposedly Straight" Gay Boyfriend (BoyxBoy)

Fourteen

Uh, so I used a Hannah Montana song... :3 Get over it. ^_^

* This chapter may contain grammatical errors and typos. *

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Jay

I woke up to the delicious smell of breakfast wafting through my door from the kitchen. There was a gentle clang of pans, plates, and utensils ringing from the outside, which only slightly ruined the scene. Nevertheless, the fact that food was being prepared made up for it.

I'm not usually a morning person, yet I woke up before ten o'clock without having a problem. I'd say it was probably because I had a date with Tom set for later tonight and I couldn't wait to find out what he had planned.

Besides the date, it could also probably because Tom finally gained the courage to admit to his feelings and to being gay. The situation with his parents is pretty tough. It was worse than my situation before because I didn't have the basis to assume that my parents were homophobic. For Tom, his mom actually had history that caused it.

A smile formed on my face as my eyes got used to the amount of sunlight that was bleeding through the blinds on the window. It was another beautiful day. Or maybe it was just another regular day, but I was too happy to realize it.

A soft knock sounded from the door and it slowly opened. I looked over to check who it was and saw Tom with a goofy smile on his face, peeking his head through the opening.

"Good morning, baby," he greeted and I started to feel warm and tingly all over. Since he admitted to breaking up with Tiffany and wanting me the day before, he also started calling me 'baby.' I wasn't one to argue though, because I loved it. I just wasn't used to it.

"Good morning," I said right back, returning his smile. Tom took it upon himself to open the door even more and to enter the room. The clanging of things continued outside - it was probably Josh setting up the table.

Tom walked over to where I was laying down on my bed and swiftly leaned in to hover over my body. His mouth still sported the smile he had on from earlier as he brought his face closer to mine. I lifted my hands from underneath the blanket and wrapped it around his neck to guide him over to me.

In less than a moment's notice, our mouths were connected, moving in synchronization with one another as our tongues danced together. He climbed on the bed and pinned me down on my position. My wrist were bound by his hand and remained still beside my head as Tom continued to attack my mouth.

It still took some time to actually get used to the idea of being with Tom like this without a care in the world. It was something I've wanted for a while, but now I'm free to do whatever I want. I involuntarily ground our crotches together, eliciting a deep growl from his mouth, which was muffled by mine. His hands drifted down my arms, clutching my hips in a possessive grip. He kept me still from strutting though and pulled his lips away from mine.

"We should really go out there for breakfast. Josh is waiting for us," he mumbled against my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a brief kiss, not being able to keep myself from tasting his lips. I nodded in a agreement and let him go.

"Just give me a minute," I told him. He stood up from his towering position over me and let me get up out of bed. As I headed to my bathroom, he walked towards the door to the living room.

"We'll be waiting for you at the table," he said across the room, opening the door. He turned his head to me, waiting for a reply. As soon as I nodded, he stepped out and gently closed the door.