People Like Us (Boy x Boy)

Our Special Little Secret

Brendan's POV

I grabbed the bottle from off the floor and eyed it suspiciously. Most of its contents had spilled to the carpet. Mom's not going to like that very much, I thought, as a smirk grew on my lips.

"Fuck it," I muttered, before downing the rest of the alcohol. Letting out a burst of air, I tossed the bottle away from me and turned to the stereo, turning the music off as it was starting to annoy me. Sighing, I collapsed on the couch, my head leaning precariously close to the edge. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to take my mind back to the moment with Xavier.

I couldn't necessarily say that my falling on him was an accident. Maybe a part of me wanted it, I don't know. But, I couldn't deny the way my body felt when he'd looked up at me, his eyes, though a bit glazed over, sparkling with desire. I couldn't deny the fact that mini me had gotten a bit excited. Though why, I didn't know. It seemed to have forgotten the fact that I hated the little fucker. Or did I hate him? What bad thing had he ever really done to me? Other than tell me that he was gay and in love with me?

Maybe being gay really is catching, because there was no other way to explain the feelings that coursed through my body. I groaned as I got up from the couch and made my way up the stairs and to my room. I couldn't get infected with whatever thing that made Xavier gay.

I opened the door to my room to find Hannah sitting on my bed, her phone in her hand. She looked up at me when I walked in. I gave her a sly smile as I shut the door behind me and locked it. Hannah arched her brow at me, as if to ask what I was doing. I licked my lips at the sight of her. She had put her heels back on, and her dress had ridden up past her hips. Her lips parted into a little round O as I made my way over to her and plucked the phone from her hands, tossing it down on the bed. I crawled over top of her, until she was laying flat against the bed. Then, I kissed her. She was a bit hesitant, but when I ground my hips against hers, she snapped into action, her hands drifting lower and lower. This time, I didn't feel uncomfortable kissing Hannah. This time, mini me responded eagerly. I sighed in contentment. There was no way I could have felt any desire for Xavier, I thought. It was only the alcohol. And the fact that Xavier got a little girly when he was drunk. I was totally one hundred percent into girls, this being proven by the fact that I was about to get very lucky. Hannah traced her hands down my back and stuck her hands under my shirt. I stuck my tongue in her mouth as my right hand reached up to pull up her dress. She moaned into my mouth and twined her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. She pulled apart from me and sucked in a sharp breath. She leaned in, her breath tickling my ear as she said, "What about - "

"Shh," I interrupted her, before capturing her lips with mine again. I gently bit her lip before sitting up and pulling her in my lap. I grabbed the edge of her dress and pulled it up, tossing it to the floor, leaving her in only her bra and panties. Lust filled me as I trailed kisses across her collarbones and down her chest. I kissed the outer edge of her lacy bra before grinning at her and unhooking the clasps. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to me. There was lust in her eyes, but when I looked deeper, there was also a bit of regret. I didn't have time to wonder what it might have meant, because she began to pull my shirt up over my head and then finally her hands drifted to my jeans. It wasn't long before clothes were off and we lay there kissing. "You're sure?" I asked. I wasn't going to have sex with her if she didn't want to. I wasn't that much of a jerk. Hannah nodded, biting her bottom lip. I grinned and kissed her once more before giving her what she wanted and what I needed.

It was nearly three in the morning when I woke up. Hannah lay curled up beside me, sleeping. I looked at her. She looked at ease in her sleep. Her face was relaxed and she had no makeup on - though when she'd gotten up to wash her face, I didn't know - but she still looked beautiful. I sighed. Getting out of bed silently, I reached for my boxers and pulled it on, then searched through my jeans pocket for my cell phone. I had a missed call from a number that I didn't know.