The Grey in Between

Andrew

I wake up with a bang. I jump, nearly dropping my guitar.

What the hell! I yell, looking around fiercely.

S-s-sorry, I uh, fell from my bunk. The kid on the floor says sheepishly, cradling his arm close to him, his face bright red.

I generally consider myself straight. I've had amazing sex with girls, I've enjoyed it like any other hetero guy would. But this guy, boy really, since he looks to be about 15, is really fucking cute.

His long, wavy brown hair barely sweeping over his eyes, which are a bright green and framed in glasses, crooked from his fall. He's small, but built for someone his age. And I could totally be falling for him. Maybe even date him. Holy shit. I knew I always felt uncomfortable about putting a label on my sexuality, and maybe this is why. Because this guy makes my heart and other areas throb.

Hey man, it's fine. Are you okay? I ask him. Helping him up. He's still holding his arm close to him as he readjusts his glasses. The poor guy looks terrified, I hope he's not scared of me.

I-I I'm fine, he breathes, his eyes two fucking saucers.

Maybe it's the piercings or the hair, I wonder.

Are you sure man? Maybe you should let-

I said I'm fine, he cuts me off. I take a step back, taking the whole guy in before realizing his pant are tight around his crotch, and can't help feel mine do the same thinking about his.

Maybe it might workout.

Alright tough guy, I'm Andrew, I grin, this guy is so fucking cute.

Nick, he says in a confused tone. Nodding in my general direction.

Well Nick, thanks for dropping in, and I hope to see you around a lot more! I say, regretting it instantly, could I be any more of a fucktard.

Thanks, Nick says, looking petrified, and excited at the same time, before running out the room, slamming the door behind him.

Fuck.