Anthropophobia

Security

Jack's POV:

Security.
This was what I felt at this moment.
I know, it sounds kinda weird or crazy. But it was actually security. His lips were so soft like, cotton candy and I know this is a bad example, but you know what I mean. His kiss so carefully.
My first kiss and it was amazing.

He pulled away. "I-I'm sorry!", he stammered, looking to the ground with his beautiful brown eyes. But I just brought our lips back together. All the shyness, the fear, the worries and the mistrust were gone. I was a completely different person. A person, who didn't want this moment to end. Our lips moving in sync, my hand crawling up his back, just to run my hand trough his beautiful black hair. Our chests moving up and down rapidly, my heard beating out of my chest, nearly exploding. His hands, now on my hip, pulled me nearer, so that our chests touched.

I opened my mouth slowly, quivering, his tongue entering it, exploring it and finally hitting my tongue, sending a shiver down my entire body. But he was not rough. No. He was gentle. He allowed my tounge to get in his mouth. To feel him more. To taste him. It was the greatest feeling I had ever expected.

I pulled away, looking in his chocolate-brown eyes.
"That, that was..." "...magical?", I asked. "Yes." "I don't mind." I smiled. "Well", he said grinning, "you put our lips back together." I rubbed over the back of my head. "True..." He kissed my cheek, what made me blush. "I love you Jackaboy. And I think this kiss told enough." I chuckled because of my nickname. Jackaboy. How sweet. "Well, Markimoo." Markimoo? Well it sounded a bit sweet. So he wouldn't mind, would he? "Markimoo?" "Yes?", I said nervously, but he just smirked.

"Does that mean I'm gay?" He scratched his head. "And what if?" "Mark. Does this make me a bad person?" He shook his head. "Why would it?" He smiled in my direction. "Because it's not normal. Man and woman. And one or two babies. That's a good and normal relationship..."

He grabbed my wrists. "We love each other. Isn't that normal? We have each other and no one will seperate us." I let out a sigh. "You're so right." "Do, do you want to tell anybody? It'll make you feel better!" "I kinda want to tell someone..." "Tell my mom!", his eyes full of excitement. "Tell your...WHAT?"
"Yes! Why not?" "First: I don't know her, and second, I have a little problem with other people." "Jack, it's my mom..." "But..." "Jackaboy!" He raised an eyebrow. "Is this our first argument? Wow. Two minutes together and we already argue.", I said chapfallen. "I don't spoil for a fight, I just want to make it better. Trust me."

I looked to the ground. Silence.

"Ok."

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I sat on the couch. Rolled up to a ball and knibbling on my fingernails. "She wanted to be here since twenty minutes...", I heard Mark mumbling from the corridor. "Are you worried?" "Of course I'm wor-", he shouted back when the doorbell rang. I winched at the noise the doorbell made. Mark pushed the button to open the door. (You know what I mean, the thing at the front door in a flat.) I heard someone in the staircase and my worries grew. More. And more. Up to infinity. (And beyond. ;P) Mark opened my front door. "Hey Mom! Come in! Jack is in the living room." I frightened and bit my tongue. "Mark!", I shouted, "can, can you come first?" I heard him rolling his eyes. "Again, it's my mom!"
"Mark, please." I heard a sigh from the corridor and a "Wait a
second...", until Mark came in. "What?" "Ju-ju-just turn around!", I stammered. "Wait wh-", he shook his head, "Ok.", and I hid behind him. "You can come in!"

I heard his mom entering the room. "Is everything okay with him?" "Yes", Mark tried to pull me forward, but I struggled and he resigned, "it IS! Jack!" I clawed into his back. "No!" "Jack! It's my mom! My mom!" "No! No! No! I don't want!" "You wanted to tell her something so tell her!" "No. She is scaring me!" "I'm what?", his mother asked, perceptible confused. "Long story. Jack stop it!" "No!"

"HEY!", the voice of his mother interrupted our little argument.

"Do you want to tell me something or not?" "She's raising an eyebrow Jackaboy..." I held off. "I, I wan-.."
"You what?" "I, I'm gay and I don't know what to do!" Silence. "Mark?" The voice of his mother now impatient. "We're gay.", he said, turning around and kissing my forehead. "Everything will be okay champ! Don't worry, I'm here.", he flung his arms around my waist, "and it's my mom!", he said with a big grin.

Heyyyyyy. Sorry for this late and confusing ( and maybe boring) update today, but I just had so many things to do (although I had holidays). And I'll write a latin exam tomorrow. (1:21 AM ;-; )Soooo, after this piece
o' shit is done, I have MORE time to write. Yaay!
ByeBye

P.S: This picture shows my town in the morning, cause I couldn't find a good septiplier photo.