Sprinkles Of Hope ( A Gay Furry Story ) ( BoyxBoy)

Chapter 4

-Damien-

Shit! He'a coming towards me! What am I gonna do... What am I gonna say!... I tried to avoid eye contact and pretend I didn't notice him. But I couldn't help but look into his eyes when he stood in front of me.

" Damien?.." He asked and tilted his head a bit. God! That was cute..

" Um... Y-yea!.." I stood up and held my hand out to shake his. He chuckled and gladly shook it. What was he laughing about?..

" Nice do'.." He said in the most laid-back way possible. My headfur? What's wrong with it? I took out my phone and looked at my reflection. My ears and tail dropped as I saw my bed-head. I didn't even comb it this morning.. I got too carried away.

Before I could say something, he held out a comb. I sighed and took it, using my phone as a mirror again. I fixed my " do' " and handed him back his comb.

" t-thanks man.." I said and sat back down. He nodded and looked around for somewhere to sit. Where are my manners?? I gasped and retrieved a spare chair. Setting it next to the trapset where I sat. I need to calm down..

" So... What now?..." He asked. I looked at him with a confused look. I remembered our talk from last night and handed him a spare pair of sticks. He studied them and grasped them. He wasn't even holding them right which... Sorta annoyed me. That's when a thought came to mind.

" Noah.. Have you played drums before?.." He lowered his ears and looked off to the side. Ill take that as I no. I hesitated before reaching over and putting a hand on his shoulder.

" h-hey!... Don't worry. Ill teach ya." I giggled and he nodded a little shyly. I wasn't going to make him nervous, so I told him to just watch me. And he seemed okay with that. The second hour bell went off and I started to pack my things up.

-Noah-

I'm an idiot! I should've told him I didn't know what I was doing.. I am glad he took it ok though. I watched him okay for over an hour until the bell rang. He made it look so easy.. I approached him before he could leave. I hope I don't regret asking him this..

" hey uhm.. Damien?.." His ears perked and he looks up at me, swinging on his backpack.

" could you maybe... um.. Show me how you play... Sometime?..." Wow. That sucked.

He giggled a little and paused for a moment " well... I have my own drums at home.. You could come over after I get home from work.."

Perfect! " y-yea..! That would be cool.. I'll see then." I waved and jogged out. That... Could've been less painful.

-Damien-

Wow... First day and he's already coming to my house! Yess! I went through the rest of my day pretty quickly and drove to work. I was I waiter at " Chili's " but my shift wasn't too long since school started again. I was in a pretty good mood so my day went pretty quick. I texted Noah on my way back home.

" Headed back, u still coming over? "

I had already pulled into the driveway by the time he responded.

" Already on my way " he texted back.

I felt excitement return to my stomach as I quickly hopped out of the car.

I opened the door and saw my mom asleep on the couch. Shit.. I guess we can't play too much tonight. My ears perked as I heard a car stop outside. That was... Quick. I quickly ran up into my room and threw my stuff down and got my sticks out. I then heard him knock and ran downstairs before mom woke up. I opened the door and told him we needed to stay quiet. He nodded and walked in gently. He took of his shoes as smoothly as possible and we headed back upstairs.

-Noah-

Huh... Nice house. We jogged up the stairs and into a small bedroom with a trapset in the corner. I was surprised on how he was able to fit it in here. He took out his sticks and sat on his bed, so I did the same.

" well... Sadly, my mother is asleep so we can't actually PLAY today, but i'll teach you some basics." He was held both if his sticks in each hand the same way he did this morning.

" you need to hold them like this, wrap your fingers around the stick but don't let it touch your palm." What?.. Um.. Alrighty.

I picked up mine and tried to replicate his. Was it really this hard to hold drumsticks correctly?.. I'm pathetic. I sighed and he could tell I was struggling. He dropped his and looked at my hands. He paused and reached out, setting his hands ontop of mine. I tried to be serious I could tell he was blushing a little.

" wrap ONLY your fingers around it, not your entire hand. It needs to be able to tilt and feel lose. " he took my hand and made it open completely. He then positioned the stick on my hand, manually wrapping my fingers around it, and turning my hand back over. So the end of the stick was facing down again.

" now when you play, the stick should be able to swing by itself a little. You should get used to it soon." I used his bed as a test drum. It felt so weird.. I don't have a good grip on it at all. But hey, he knows what he was doing, so I just went with it. I heard him giggle a little and I turned to him.

" what's so funny?" I tried to sound menacing, but he giggled a little more. Which was kinda cute..

" it's fun being a teacher for someone that has no idea what he's doing." I lowered my ears and he whimpered a little.

" h-hey... I was just kidding..." He said softly. I decided to have some fun. I charged him and wrestled him to the ground. He was caught of guard but I could hear him laugh and fight back. We were laughing too hard when I heard a female voice tell from downstairs.

" Damien??... What are you doing up there?.."

-Damien-

Shit. My mother has to ruin the fun. He was ontop of me when we stopped.

"n-nothing mom!.. Sorry!" I yelled back. He looked down at me and I looked into his eyes. Then I snapped back into reality and blushed hard. He saw it and jumped up, helping me up to protect his... " manliness " I guess.

" um... Thanks bro... I-ill see you tomorrow. " he stuttered. I could tell he was embarrassed.

" y-y-yea!.. Thanks for coming over..!" He walked out and closed the door behind. I plopped down on my bed the moment he did. That went pretty well.. I guess. I smiled and got the warm feeling inside again. I didn't even notice that I had already passed out.

-Noah-

I sped home and hurried up into my room. Ignoring whatever my parents had to say.

" no....no...." I paced around the room. " This can't be happening!! I... Am I falling for him?... I can't be!... Fuck... I'm not gay... Am I?.." I doubted and fought my own thoughts. Thinking of what I'm going to do with myself.

A little over and hour later. I was lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling.

" Maybe... It's meant to be..." I mumbled and fell asleep.

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