𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

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𝙰𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜
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I could still picture him the summer before we had become friends, it had been before he had colored hair so as he had run away from his dad when they played tag in the backyard it was all bright blonde hair lifting from his forehead as the breeze drifted through it like a current. He used to wear these dark blue overalls and a pale yellow Winnie the Pooh shirt underneath, and one of the straps of his overalls was always falling from his small shoulder but the fact never made him run any slower.

I would peek through the hole in our fence watching them sometimes, it was confusing as I did so since I had this strange warmth tightening the muscles in my chest whenever I saw him smile. Jude always had the brightest smile, the kind that made the sun seem less glowing. The problem was that he didn't smile too often even at ten since he was oh so serious all of the time, he had always had an attitude which made me even more drawn to him.

I always assumed it had been in a friendly manner, I was only ten years old when I first walked up to him during recess and called him Pretty Boy Jude Morris as if that had been something all ten-year-old boys did. It wasn't.

As we grew older and closer, I stayed almost every other night at his place and when I didn't stay at his he was at mine.

Around thirteen had been when my eyes were on him a little longer than they should've been, when I had started to touch him unnecessarily on the hand or arm.

I was always so confused whenever it came to Jude but at least I had my attraction to girls to prove my biggest fear wrong. I couldn't like Jude too because I liked girls, it gave me comfort during the stressful battle I fought every day in my mind. Then he kissed me and changed everything that I knew because I didn't just like girls, everything I had ever felt for anyone else faded the moment his lips touched mine.

That day had been like every other afternoon in our Freshman year, we laid side by side in Jude's bed and scrolled through the mindless Instagram posts our peers made then laughed at them together. Then Jude put his phone on the stand next to his bed and rolled onto his side facing me, his hair had been pink back then and he looked cute as always since it hadn't mattered what color his hair was, he was Jude and therefore he was the most stunning person I had ever seen.

I rolled over facing him and sat my phone down too, when I met his eyes a small smile lifted on his lips as did mine. It was quiet for a moment and I noticed him looking down at my lips like he had been contemplating something that could change everything then he reached out timidly placing his hand along my jaw then looked back up questioningly. When I had made no move to push away his hand he leaned up and changed everything like I had been so afraid of.

It had been like everything was made clear when he brushed his lips over mine, I had instantly reciprocated the kiss and my entire body grew taut and warm as his tongue pushed past my lips needily. I didn't know how this sort of thing worked since he was my first kiss but all I knew was that I didn't want it to stop yet, I wrapped my arm around his waist and grabbed the back of his thigh pulling him on top of me so that every part of his body was covering mine. His thighs were spread over my hips and his chest laid on top of mine, his hands ran through my hair, and my hands pushed up his baggy t-shirt feeling the curve of his arching frame then I let them move down cradling the feel of his backside before I squeezed lightly just to know what it was like.

It was intense and passionate but when I realized just how much I enjoyed kissing and touching Jude I pushed him off of me roughly and then quickly left the bed gathering my things. "Aaron?" He said softly as he pushed himself up on his forearms with confusion mixing with the dazed pleasure he had been feeling. His shirt rode up his slim waist bunching around it wrinkled from our make-out and my eyes couldn't leave the sight, Jude noticed and pushed his shirt down and sat up completely. "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

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