Secrets {Staig}

Chapter Three and a Half

~C

It's comforting that he's waiting for me, I feel the weight in my chest grow as I inch closer to my house. I don't know how he got in there, seemingly unnoticed. Every time he's gotten into my room I can't really tell how. It always seems he's there. I peek at the crown bag sitting in my passenger seat. Contemplating for a moment as to if I should tell him or not.
    No. I shouldn't. I get that he's on the hard shit, but that's not his fault, he's a huge hypocrite like that.
   I park on the side of the street beside my house, slipping the bag under the passenger seat, best not to bring it inside anyway, I caught a whiff. Which isn't noticeable in Stans house. What a lucky kid.
    I walk inside and see my dad sitting at the table, facing away from me, hes trying to hide what he's doing. Poorly. My mom is pretending she doesn't notice him, or maybe she really doesn't.
   "Hey mom, hey dad" I slip my shoes off and put them up, when I look over they're both staring at me.
    "When did you leave?" My mom asks
    "I told you when I did, I left hours ago"
    "I thought you were in your room"
    "I'm glad to know I would've been called down for dinner."
    "Oh my god, don't be selfish we've had a long day"
     I roll my eyes and go upstairs, mom and dad don't like me very much. It's got nothing to do with me being gay, in fact they were nicer for a bit after I came out. It's just me they have a problem with.
    I walk into my room and close the door, taking a deep breath. I look around and see nobody. Huh. Maybe he got bored waiting for me. I strip down to my boxers and get in bed, putting my phone on the charger and beginning to scroll through Facebook.
    After about five minutes I hear my closet begin to creak. I freeze and look up, flashing my flashlight at my closet. The door is a little bit open. Did he hide himself in my closet?
    I go over and open it, seeing him sitting there in a ball, shaking as usual.
   "Hey babe"
    "You told me not to let her see me"
    "Yeah well I don't know if she can move right now" I roll my eyes
    "I'm so glad you're here" he gets up and we move into bed together, he begins rubbing my chest "we haven't spent quality time together in so long" he runs his hands over my abs "you're so muscular"
    "I would've dressed more presentably if I knew you were in my closet" I chuckle
    "No I like it..." he's quiet as he looks at touches for a few moments "You just look good" he clears his throat.
    I can tell he's putting hints down. He wants to spend the night. He waited for an hour in my closet because he's horny. I can't deny his touches make my chest warm.
    "You think so?" I ask, I've never been good at romance, especially in this aspect.
    "I do..." he trails off as his hand gets below my belly button "can I?" He ask as he flicks my boxer strap.

     He blows me through the hole in my boxers, and I give him nothing in return, telling me I don't need to. Afterward he rolls over and falls asleep, and I sneak out my window to smoke once more. It gives me a nice feeling I've never felt before. Or maybe it was just Stan.