Want You (BoyxBoy)

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*Mature 

-Ry-

A few minutes pass before I hear him approaching, and when he steps into view, I find myself standing up to greet him.

"Hey."

"Hey," he replies. The atmosphere between us feels a little awkward now, but I'm not going to let that ruin the rest of this hang out.

"I got us ready." He glances at the tv and nods.

"Okay."

During the entirety of the next game, we don't speak aside from the warnings we give each other, just making it even more awkward. I was hoping it would clear up some and we could talk some more, but his mom gets home with the pizza before we can.

As I dig into my first slice, his mom starts talking to me. "So, do you go to school with Wesley?" I love how she full names him. It's cute.

"No. I was homeschooled and graduated the year before last."

"Oh. So, you're twenty?"

"Nineteen for three more months."

"You're an April baby?"

I give her a smile. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Wesley's birthday is coming up near the end of March. My baby's going to be nineteen." Wes rolls his eyes at that. "What are you wanting to do for your birthday?" she asks, looking at him.

"I don't know yet. It's still two months away."

"I know, I figured you'd have something planned."

He simply shrugs. "I'll probably just hang out with Alyx."

"Are you friends with Alyx, too?" she asks, turning her attention back to me.

"Yeah. I'm closes friends with his girlfriend, so we've hung out a few times. He introduced me to Wes a few weeks ago."

"Well, I'm glad you decided to be friends with my son. He's a really sweet boy." I have to stop myself from laughing. He's a lot of things, but I haven't gotten to experience this 'sweet boy' yet. He's a little spitfire is what he is.

"Mom!" Wes protests, glaring at her.

She laughs at him before moving through the kitchen. "You two can have the rest of the pizza. I'm going to go wash up."

"Thank you," I tell her. She gives me one last smile before leaving us alone. Once the sound of her door closing can be heard, I decide to tease him. "A sweet boy, hmm?" I ask, letting out the laugh I held back earlier.

He glares at me. "Shut up."

"I'm sure you can be sweet, but you're feisty as fuck around me."

"Because you get on my nerves."

"If that's true, then why'd you even invite me back here?"

"Because of the stai-"

I cut him off. "You wouldn't have really cared about the stain if I 'got on your nerves'," I say, using my fingers to quote it. "Plus, I told you I wasn't worried about it, but you insisted."

"What? Do you want me to say I like you?" he asks in a low voice. Yes. "Because I don't. I'm intrigued by you, at most." Not even a little believable.

I tilt my head some, keeping my voice just as quiet when I ask, "That's why you were just willing to have sex with me as long as I bottomed?"

His eyes grow huge at that. "No!" he whisper-yells. "I wasn't- I just wanted to know if you would. Not right then. You're the one that wanted to do it!"