Forbbiden Kisses (Boy/Boy oneshots)

Sleepover

Sleep-over

Dedicated to PurplePimp. A close friend who’s mind is as sexy as my own

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Reece’s POV

I almost burst with excitement when Angel told me about her sweet sixteen birthday party and sleepover. It was a sexy mascaraed theme. Wear whatever you want as long as you had a mask.

“Ok, so right after school we have to find something sexy to wear.” She said as she looked in the mirror of her locker. I nodded in agreement, hip-bumping her to look in her mirror too. She rolled her eyes but shared. I used my nails to brush down my black hair, which was tipped in bright blonde. My bright hazel eyes glittered back at me; a light coat of eyeliner marked them. I turned my head to look at the few studs in my ears. The only three piercings besides my tongue piercing. My ever so slightly tanned skin looked fine. I nodded in approval and looked over at Angel. She didn’t look like the typical Angel. She didn’t have pale ivory skin, bright blue eyes, or curly gold hair. Her skin was the color of caramel, due to her Latino genes. Her eyes were large, covered with thick lashes, and were the color of coffee. Her hair was as flat as a bored but was smooth as silk, and the color of the night. She saw me looking and winked. “Thinking of someone familiar.” I groaned laying my head on the cool lockers. I wasn’t until she brought it up. Him. As in Sebastian. As in her father.  

Angel and her father moved her almost six years ago. Angel was just turning 10 and I was 12. We literally ran into each other at the park. Resulting in the two of us being covered in ice-cream. My ice-cream. We stared at each other for a few moments then busted out laughing. We became attached at the hip, always together. Two weeks later we decided to go to her house. My mother approved because she knew I was going to be homosexual before I knew. But of course I had to meet her father. I was nervous at first, and then I saw him. My tween hormones started going crazy at the sight of the beautiful Latino man in front of me. He smiled at me, and I was instantly hot. Sweating. I murmured a shy hello, and thankfully Angel was impatient enough and dragged me to her room. Where I found my instant love for fashion. She’d put make up on me and make me try on clothes every time I went over for the first couple years. When Angel turned 13, she suddenly confronted me.

“You like him don’t you?” I started coughing choking around my drink.

                “What?!” I exclaimed. She rolled her eyes.

“My dad. You like my dad don’t you?” I didn’t answer but my face heated up and she squealed hugging me. “Don’t worry I won’t tell him….he’s gay too.” I almost started coughing again.

Yep those were good times alright.

The bell to go home went off and Angel grabbed my arm and dragged me down the halls. I almost lost my footing but managed to stay upright.

“So where are we going?” I asked her. She shrugged.

“Well we need masks so the costume store first.” I nodded, and started driving in the direction of the costume store. Angel squealed and ran over to the full costumes, I just walked over to the masks. I already knew what I was going to wear. I was going to wear a soft, fancy, button up, white dress shirt. And a pair of black skinny jeans. I knew it was nothing dramatic but I had a feeling it’d be the perfect thing. I glanced through the masks and grinned as one caught my eye. It was black and white, but had small red glitter tribal designs coming from the top corner. Perfect. I gently held it in my hands as if it may break.

I looked around and spotted Angel looking at a short black and purple, fairy based outfit. It’d be very good for the mascaraed theme. I nodded my approval and she squealed again, and almost ripped it from the shelves and went on a hunt for a mask. After an hour we found velvet purple one that had small back feathers and roses in the corner.