Immortalfox (Let's See Where This Will go) boyxboy

Aleks POV

The clock on my bedside table read 6:00 A.M.; I groaned. It had been forever since I had last woken at such an early time as this. I shoved my pillow over my head and forced myself to drone out the thoughts that began to speedily race through my head.

Then I remembered. I wasn’t in the same bed as I had been a few days ago. My eyes shot open and I removed the pillow from my face. Next to me laid no one, but on the floor laid Eddie. He was curled up in a ball, a sheet and I small quilt only covering him.

I had gotten to Pennsylvania a few days ago to see Eddie, but that was after I knew of the huge storm that was going to rack the East Coast. Now we were caught in the very middle of it.

I swung my feet over the side of the bed and rested my elbows on my knees, remembering the contents of last night. We had very little power, from what I could remember, and I was relying on my phone as a source of Internet. At the same time, though, I knew that the electricity in Eddie’s apartment would eventually die out. We had been sitting quietly, talking here and there, when Eddie decided to make a quick, crap-quality video on his laptop and try uploading it before we headed downstairs to rummage through his fridge for a potential meal.

He began his video, a candle flickering by his face as he spoke. I went ahead downstairs to get away.

I knew it wasn’t a bad idea to come down here to be with Eddie for the week, but I was fucking bored.

The rest of the night consisted of chatter about what had been going on with us in the past few months and about our careers and friends.

Presently, I rose to my feet and stepped over Eddie, heading to the bathroom.

When I was done, I stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was sticking out in random directions, sporadically deciding to be it’s own being. I chuckled. I looked stupid.

I walked out of the bathroom and stared down at Eddie. His mouth was wide open, drooling all over the pillow beneath him. He was snoring quite loudly, and, to be honest, looked sort of cute, despite the drool.

I leaned down and blew on him, but he didn’t stir. Suddenly, I had an idea. I headed back into the bathroom and got a cup, filling it up with water. I came back out and couldn’t help but to suppress a laugh. I quickly dumped it on him and waited for his reaction. He jumped, grumbling and making weird sounds. I busted out laughing, gasping for air as he looked up, taking in his surroundings in the very dark of the early morning to set his eyes upon me. He scrambled to his feet and I squealed, running from the room to the banister, spinning around it to jump down the stairs.

“Dick!” Eddie screamed, finally catching up with me to tackle me to the ground.

He began tickling me and I him. He poked me in the sides and I screamed—I hated being poked there. I struggled underneath his weight but he was too heavy. He was way more muscly than I was, which sucked in situations like these.

“S-stop!” I gasped, struggling to breath under his weight and with the laughs that kept escaping my mouth.

He finally rolled off of me, slapping me before he did.

“What was that for?” I asked, laughing still.

He stared at me incredulously.

“You asshole! I was sleeping and you dumped water on me!”

“You deserved it,” I murmured.

“What?” he asked, a grin spreading across his face. “I deserved it?”

“N-no!” I said, my eyes going wide. I knew what was coming. I quickly scrambled to my feet, backing away from him.

“Not again…” I said.

Eddie jumped to his feet and tackled me back down to the ground, laughing hysterically as he did.

We jabbed me in the sides a few more times and then proceeded to tickle my armpits and anywhere he knew I was ticklish.

“Eddie—“

Eddie suddenly forced his lips down upon mine. I froze. His tender lips moved hungrily over mine, and I couldn’t help but to moan and let him. I moved my lips underneath his, breathing in his heavenly scent.

He continued to kiss my lips, and I went back to reality. I struggled underneath him again, trying to force him off of me.

“St—“ I tried to say, and then shoved him away.

He flopped next to me, his eyes wide.

“What the hell!” I yelled.

“Aleks! I am so sorry! I didn’t even realize—“

“Realize what? That you were sucking off my face?” I got to my feet, dizzied still by the feeling. His lips on mine, mine on his, it had almost felt…no. No. I wasn’t gay.

Tears began to spring to my eyes. I was so confused.

“Aleks, don’t cry,” he said, getting to his feet as well. He came towards me, but I put my arm out, trying to keep him away.

“No,” I choked on a sob, “stay back.”

“But Aleks, I didn’t mean to kiss you,” he said, staring at me with sad eyes. God, those goddamn eyes were so pretty.

“No,” I said, nothing else coming to my mind. I was too speechless. I turned my back on him and walked away, down the hall. He was blocking the staircase, and I didn’t want to be near him. I was too disoriented and confused to comprehend what had just happened.

I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet lid, trying to figure this out, but at the same time not wanting to. That kiss triggered way too many emotions—hell, every kiss does. But that kiss…I had actually sort of enjoyed it. It was hard to think that, though, that I actually had. But it had been nice, his tender lips pressed down atop of my soft ones. It felt…good.

But no. It couldn’t happen again. I wasn’t gay or bi or anything like that. I liked girls, I liked their bodies…but Eddie’s. His muscles, his cute face, his whiskery facial hair pressed against my face.

I was quivering now, tears still running down my face. I had to forget this had ever happened. It was just a mistake. I liked Eddie, he was my best friend. I didn’t want to lose what we had just because of a stupid kiss. I stood and opened the door, walking out calmly, though my nose and eyes were still puffy. Eddie was still there, and he looked up when I walked out.

“Listen, Aleks—“

“No. You don’t have to say anything.”

“What? I have to apologize, Aleks, it was all a—“

“Misunderstanding, right? Yeah, don’t worry. I’m okay now, and I know. We should just forget that that happened. I’m willing to forget. Friends?” I asked.

Eddie was silent. He looked slightly disappointed for a second, but he perked up. “Sure,” he agreed, “Forgotten.”