My Only (Boyxboy) [OVERHAUL; ON HOLD]

Premonitions

Jake's POV

The words reverberated around the small closet like static in a storm cloud, with the darkness thickening even further.

Justin's presence suddenly became known to me, his clammy hand lightly grasping my own. I was frozen in place and unable to react. Hitched breath, racing heartbeat, slight, nervous jittering; I felt trapped in a blissful, yet nerve-wracking, turbulent, emotional cyclone.

I felt Justin's other hand reach up and, using the backs of his fingers, softly brush then over my cheek. His hand was quite warm, but controlled in movement, shooting prickles of sensation through my face and body.

"Jake, what I'm about to say is something I should've said a long time ago." I heard him take in a breath, trying to control his thoughts. I felt him reach down and, while taking my hand into both of his, held my one hand in front of his face. I could feel his warm, now-orderly, breaths fanning across my knuckles, and down my arm.

Goosebumps and chills rebounded all throughout me, causing my chest to expand and contract rapidly.

*This is a dream... I can't believe this is happening. This isn't happening. It just-*

I cut my thinking off at the point of Justin slowly dropping my hand, and I could feel his air now settling across my shirt and face. He was closer. Much closer.

"Lately, Jake, you've been giving me very weird signals. From that little staring contest in front of the school, to our hug last night. I was confused for a bit." He took in another breath. "But, I've thought long and hard about this, you, us. I've come to terms with my feelings, and I hope you have, too."

Justin was leaning even closer to me. I could sense his chest just a few inches away from mine. God, I wanted to reach out and just touch him, my fingertips being graced with his contact.

However, before my plans of action were able to be enacted, I felt his warm breath blow across my face, close to my mouth.

He allowed his lips to hover in front of mine. He then began to speak with an airy, quiet voice. "I'm done hiding. I'm done running. You are it."

A moment passed with my taut muscles wound tightly as we exchanged warm breaths, now mixing in a mass of anticipation, staring into the consuming darkness. Mouth slightly ajar, I stood still, awaiting whatever circumstance was about to occur.

Suddenly, as his breath hitched and I could sense his mouth about to reach mine, he-

"Jake! Snap out of it!"

I wagged my head, whipping it back and forth, looking at what was before me.

I was standing in the hallway, with Justin only about a foot away from me, snapping his fingers in my face.

"Dude, are you alright? You blanked for a minute. I thought you were having a brain aneurysm or something..."

Justin wasn't touching me like he had been a few seconds ago. He wasn't even as close. But, I thought-

*You're a dumbass! YOU STARTED DAYDREAMING WHEN HE JUST SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!*

I couldn't believe my mind, nor my eyes. Looking around, I really was in the exact same spot I was standing in when Justin jumped around the corner. I looked back at Justin in utter disbelief.

He adopted a look of concern onto his face. "Hey, hey. Look at me," he stated. "You look like you saw a ghost."

Thoughts returned from the "chase" Justin and I had earlier. Remembering those feelings of jealousy, horror, and embarrassment, with the very-real daydream I just had of our almost-make out session, I backed away from Jake slowly.