A Hundred Shades Of Boy ♡ [BxBxBxB]

as fake as your eyelashes

When Brad and Colby met up the next day at school, the reaction was immediate. Brad shoved playfully at Colby repeatedly, a smile on his face.

"I'm so impressed I saw this coming," Brad started. "At first, it was a joke, you know, the way you looked at Luke was kinda gay. Then I found out Luke is gay– people just know that here, at my old school, it would have been hell for him– and that he was totally obsessed with you. In a not-joke way. And I was like, shit, this is real. And you– you were lusting so hard, man. You must be happy."

"I am," Colby said, just a small smirk playing on his face. He felt happier, that was for sure. He felt right, and he felt better. But he wasn't sure if he was happy. That invisible thing that always nagged at him still sat heavy on his consciousness.

He was gay, he knew that now. And he didn't hate Luke. He knew that now, too.

Luke was just a gorgeous, mildly annoying boy Colby had feelings for. Feelings he never really used to understand. Feelings that he still didn't even really know what to do with.

"How's Emily?" Colby asked, to shift the focus off of himself.

"Emily's great," said Brad, and they started walking to gym class. "I really like her. I think she likes me. We hang out all the time after her volleyball games, when I don't have hockey."

"Is she your girlfriend?" Colby wondered.

Brad shrugged and laughed. "I wish it was that easy."

Colby's stomach felt fuzzy as he thought about gym. Facing Luke for the first time since last night.

He wasn't expecting Luke to be acting the exact same as he always did. Throwing them one of his famous smirks, Luke said, "hi, Colby, hi, Brad," when he saw them, and Colby watched his best friend and the guy he'd slept with last night do some kind of strange handshake.

Colby's eyes traced Luke's body, a body he knew well, now. A body he knew the taste of, the feeling of. Luke's gym shirt was tight, hugging his biceps and chest, falling looser around his stomach. Paired with a flowy black pair of basketball shorts that Colby had the sudden urge to run his hands under so he could feel up Luke's thighs.

Ugh. Getting through gym class was going to be hard– literally– if Colby started thinking too much about Luke.

But it was too late, because Colby was watching Luke's Adam's apple move as he talked to Brad– and Colby ached to wrap his hands around Luke's neck, press him into the wall and kiss him to stop the words from coming out of his mouth.

Then– then came Sasha.

Colby had somehow forgotten about Sasha. Seeing the cute, curly-haired boy made Colby feel horrified– did Sasha know? Did Sasha care? Was Sasha really Luke's boyfriend after all and Colby was sort of mistress now?

Luke smiled brightly when Sasha smoothly slid in next to him.

Something twisted up uncomfortably in Colby's chest. Luke didn't look at him like that.

"Good morning, Sash," Luke spoke, but Sasha was looking at Colby when he replied, "'morning, Luke."

Colby couldn't read Sasha's eyes. But they were big, and brown, and pretty. "Hi, Frenchie."

The nickname relieved Colby. It made him feel like they were fine, after all. "Hi, Sasha."

Sasha. His name was French too. Colby had known that, though.

Even though Colby had kind of forced his crush on Sasha, he didn't blame himself. Sasha had been a good choice. Now that Colby let himself appreciate boys, he knew Sasha was hot. And not just in you-have-nice-lips-so-I'd-kiss-you-if-you-were-a-girl way. He was hot in a you're a boy, you have cool hair and nice lips and a cute face and I'd like to kiss it, please, way.