Boys Like Boys (Septiplier)

Boys Like Boys

The music video and song used above are what inspired me to write this story. I suggest you watch the video first before reading any further. Also, a trigger warning is in order for verbal, emotional, and/or physical abuse and homophobic slurs.

The sky was the color of a creamsicle as the sun was setting in the distance. I walked down the street, appreciating the beautiful shade of orange as I approached his house. He was throwing a party tonight, and of course, I had to be there before anyone else. I was his best friend.

Sean.

I knocked on his door, turning my attention back to the beautiful sky for a moment before seeing the door open out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head to see Sean's bright smile and his big, baby blue eyes.

"Hey, Mark!" he said, opening his arms for a hug. I hugged him tightly, with my whole body. Sean was my everything. When we were together, I could feel the chemistry. But he had someone else.

"Hi there, Mark," said Lea, his girlfriend. She gave me a stiff, A-frame hug. I hugged her back, begrudgingly. Lea was not my favorite person in the world, and not just because she was in the way of Sean and I. She didn't always treat him very well. But Sean loved her, so I didn't try to force them away from each other.

I sat down on the couch as Sean handed me a soda. I opened it and took a sip, not even caring what flavor it was. I was lost in thought. Sean was the only guy I had ever had feelings for, so it was all a bit confusing. All I know is that it infuriated me on the inside when Sean would talk about Lea, good or bad. He told me she punched him? Pissed. He told me she was a good kisser? Pissed. He told me she would say hurtful things when she was drunk? Pissed. He told me they had great sex? Pissed.

Lea just pissed me off, period.

But I had never shown him how I truly felt about him or her or anything involving the situation. Sean was happy. I lived to see him happy, and I wasn't going to risk ruining it for my own happiness. How I wish I was the one that made him smile...

He waved his hand in front of my face. "Mark?" he said, finally getting my attention.

"Oh, sorry," I said, shaking my head and clearing my mind. "What's up?"

"Lea and I are gonna go get in the pool," he stated. "Do you wanna come?"

"Sure," I chirped. If there was an opportunity to have fun with Sean, I was going to take it. But then I thought about it. "But I didn't bring my swim trunks, I forgot them."

"That's alright," he told me. "We're close to the same waist size. I think I have another pair that will fit you." He smiled at me, and my heart melted. Oh god, that smile. I could look at it forever.

"Thanks," I said as I got up, following him to his room. I looked around, seeing piles of clothes and various objects on the floor. A stereotypical young adult male's room. Then I remembered. Even after two years of dating, Lea still hadn't moved in with him. I wondered why. Did she think he would cramp her style or something? God, she was so fucking shallow sometimes. I would never see what he saw in her.

Sean knelt down in front of his chest of drawers and dug around, finding one pair of swim trunks, then another that he handed to me. I realized I would have to get naked in front of him, since Lea was probably using the bathroom to change into her swimsuit. I blushed and turned around, facing Jack's desk with the mirror attached. I took off my shirt and sat it on the floor next to me. Jack looked back at me and wolf-whistled when he saw my muscles. I blushed and shook my head. If only I knew he really meant that, I thought. When he turned back around, I pulled off my jeans and my boxer-briefs, leaving me naked. I looked up into the mirror, seeing that Sean was also naked. I blushed even harder than before when I saw his bare bottom, all taut and begging for me to touch it. I bit my lip and put on my swim trunks, letting out a heavy sigh. Well, at least they fit.