The Kiss Cam (BoyxBoy) One Shot

The Kiss Cam

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"Hey, dude come on are you ready yet?" He was standing by the door to my room in a way that my mom always stood when she was mad at me about something. It's funny because he has the stance down perfectly, exactly how she does it, hands on his hips and everything.

"Almost. How many times are you going to ask me that? I know I take longer than a normal guy to get ready but what if I see a hot girl that could possibly be the future Mrs. Everett? I mean come on man, think." I mean seriously. Not every body can look as good as him all the time.

Wesley looked at me as if I were stupid, which in most situations that didn't involve math, science, or girls, I probably was. But even though he was gay, I still took longer than him to get ready.

"Lets just go already, we've never missed a game here before and I don't plan on doing it now. I mean we're already going to be late because of you, which to make it up to me you're buying me food." He's doing that thing he does when he's about to get mad where his left eye starts twitching just a little bit. And knowing how he got sometimes if anything to do with one of his precious schedules was ruined, I just nodded.

I've known him my whole life and he could never stay mad at me for long, all I had to do was buy him food and he was fine. This was something I learned early on and have been abusing ever since because lets face it, I fucked up a lot.

Sometimes I wondered how we were still friends. We were so different, almost complete opposites if it weren't for our mutual love of baseball and old films, which I only started watching because he did, but they were always good so I didn't mind.

Our list or differences was almost endless, the top one being that he was into guys and I wasn't. When he told me he was gay, he was terrified. I never really understood why though.

(Flashback Of Course)

I was playing Skate 3 when he walked into my room. The only reason I knew something was wrong was because he didn't sit down next to me or on my bed like he normally did. Instead he just stood there playing with his hands and looking down.

I considered that something was wrong but because he could occasionally be a bit overdramatic I didn't pause the game. I continued to play, but since I'm not a total jack ass I did ask, "Are you okay? Why aren't you sitting down?"

He gulped, "Because I have to tell you something that could quite possibly make you mad or even make you hate me and I would prefer a quick get away if either of those were to happen." This was the part where I paused the game.

My eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Come on man, you know I could never hate you, never have never will. Well except for that one time you killed my hamster back in the third grade."

He smiled, "You never had a pet hamster. You're mom never let you have one because you always took your sisters and tried to make it fly off the roof in a remote control plane."

I stood up, leaving the red controller on the ground. "See? There you go. I never have and I never will hate you. Now what's wrong?"

Shaking his head, he turned to leave once he saw me walking closer. "Actually I don't think I can tell you anymore, I... suddenly forgot."

I reached above him, easily considering I was taller by about four inches, and shut the door. "Just tell me. Since when do we keep secrets?" I grabbed him by the shoulders, turned him back around, and pushed him to sit down on my bed, and then I sat next to him.

"This might sound a little girly but you know you can tell me anything right? You were there for me when my mom died and now it's my turn to be there for you. So come on now, spill it."