How to Get a Boyfriend (boyxboy)

Chapter Eight

I had never been happier in my life than when I woke up the next morning and saw John’s face half-buried in the pillow next to me.  His hair was mussed up in bed head style, and his glasses sat crooked on his nose.  I smiled adoringly.  He’d forgotten to take them off.  I wormed a hand up out of the duvet and carefully slid them off.  He twitched in his sleep and the eye that I could see – his right one – flickered open.

“Morning, boyfriend,” I murmured, leaning in and kissing him on the nose.  He grinned crookedly and hauled himself up so he could kiss me properly.  I wanted to recreate the kiss from the night before, tongues and all, but I knew that my morning breath was a Level 4 biohazard, so I my lips sealed.  When we broke apart, he gazed in to my eyes.  I felt like he could see right in to my soul.

“Dane?” he whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Can I use your shower?  I reek.”

“I’m sure you can, but you may not,” I quipped and burst out laughing.

He pouted attractively.  “Grammar Nazi.”

“Sorry,” I hiccupped, wiping an errant tear from my eye.  “Yeah, first door on the left.  You can use my towel, I’ve got two.”

He smiled and got out of bed, careful not to put his weight on my legs as he did so.  The radiator was under the window, so John walked over to it, picked up the towel and opened the curtains.  I wolf-whistled when the morning sunlight streamed over his glorious body, clad only in white boxers.

“Like what you see?” he said huskily, striking various sexy poses.  I nodded and pretended to drool over him.  Until I actually started drooling, which kinda ruined the moment.

John rolled his eyes at me and started to pull off his underwear.  I was on tenterhooks as the waistband exposed more and more of his ample bush until…

“Oh, no, you ain’t getting’ an eyeful just yet, Dane,” he smirked, wrapping the towel round himself before taking off his boxers fully.  I sat back in bed, slightly crestfallen, but still admiring the semi-hard remnant of his morning wood that showed spectacularly through the thin towel.

“See you in a few,” he winked and strode out of the room.

I heard the shower turn on, and immediately jumped out of bed to retrieve my phone from my trouser pockets, where I’d left it the night before.  There were two texts from Amelia, both along the lines of ‘Did you get any?’  I typed back quickly, ‘Not exactly, but we may be more than just friends now… :P’ and sat for a minute while she sent one back to me.  ‘Details NOW XD’ she wrote, and I smirked.  ‘Not gonna happen, what happens in bed stays in bed ;)’, to which she only replied, ‘Bastard’.  I laughed quietly as the shower turned off and John came back into my room, trying to keep the towel round his waist whilst simultaneously drying his hair.

“You know, it’s nothing I haven’t seen, John,” I said cheekily.  “If it’s easier to dry one part at a time, I don’t mind seeing ya in the buff.”

He raised an eyebrow and continued his struggle.  I rolled my eyes.  Come on, I’d jerked him off the night before!  What was his problem?

John was now hopping around on one leg, putting on his pants from the night before.  I grimaced and got up, crossing to my dresser and pulled out a fresh pair of blue boxers.

“Here, put those on,” I said, tossing them to him.  He eyed them speculatively, then picked them up.

“You need a t-shirt too?”  He sniffed his old one and nodded, grimacing in obvious disgust.  I smirked and fished out a plain black shirt.  John seemed happy enough with his jeans from the night before, so I didn’t offer new ones.

He sat on my bed, finishing towelling his hair, while  I stared at him.

“Uh, Dane, you gonna shower?”

I blinked, then nodded.  Picking up the other towel from the radiator, I hurried into the bathroom.

Under the hot jets of water, I remembered the passion of last night.  I considered jerking off in the shower, before glancing down and seeing what was clearly semen flowing into the drain.  John had busted a nut in the shower already!  I chuckled, shaking my head and got out.

John was no longer in my room, but I heard him and my step-mother moving about downstairs.  I dressed as fast as I could and made for the smell of frying bacon emanating from the kitchen.

My father and John were both seated at the dining table, tucking in to piles of bacon and eggs while Rachel bustled about making drinks.  I sat down next to John, who looked up and smiled, squeezing my hand under the table.  My dad caught the movement and put down his knife and fork.

“So, anything I need to know about last night?” he blurted.

“Uh, dad, nothing happened, and even if it had, you would never be told.”  John blushed furiously and I heard Rachel choke on a sip of tea.

“Were you safe?  Did you use a condom?” he asked awkwardly.

“Oh my God, shut up, we didn’t!” I screamed.  My boyfriend (yay, boyfriend!) seemed to shrink down in his seat.

“Didn’t what?  Have sex or use a condom?” Derrick said, frowning.

“Dad… Okay, we are both still virgins, Jane just overheard us kissing, that’s all.”

“Sounded like a damn sight more than kissing,” my devil-sister said, appearing in the kitchen door.  “Unless it wasn’t just lips you were kissing…”

“Shut.  Up.  If you want to live,” I snarled at her.

Rachel wisely chose this moment to butt into the conversation.

“Okay, Dane, I believe you.  Jane’s just teasing you.  Derrick, stop interrogating him, it’s embarrassing for everybody, and we have a guest.  By the way, dear, do want some toast?” she asked John kindly, putting her hand on his shoulder in caring way.  He shook his head and went even brighter pink.

I glared daggers at everyone until Rachel handed me a plate of food and my attention was diverted.  Jane seemed to take the hint that she would not be welcome at breakfast this morning, and took a bacon sarnie upstairs.  When we all finished, my step-mum cleared away our plates in to the dishwasher and sat down opposite my dad.

“We were thinking you might want to go out today, if you don’t have too much homework.  Lickey Hills, perhaps, or the Bullring?”

“Actually, Mrs B, I gotta get home,” mumbled John.  “Tonnes of homework and my parents will freak if I’m not home soon.”  I tried not to look too disappointed at this news and somehow succeeded.  I forced myself to smile and patted John on the back.

“It’s fine.  Text you later then, and see you at school?”

He nodded and left the table.  I frowned at my placemat like it was a dog that had shat on the carpet, feeling a strange annoyance that John had to leave so soon.  Rachel reached out and stroked my shoulder gently.

“Don’t worry Dane, you’ll see him soon.  We’ll go to the shopping centre and buy you that new computer game you want, yeah?”

My mouth twisted up in to a sad half-smile, before John came back in to the room.

“I just got a text from my mum, she said could you drop me at the train station and she’ll pick me up at the other end?”

“Yes, of course,” replied Derrick, standing up and grabbing his keys from the bowl on the counter.  “Dane, you wanna come?”

“Actually, dad, I think I ought to make a start on that French homework…”

He nodded, not arguing for once and headed out of the house.  I took John’s hand before he could follow and drew him in for a soft kiss.

“Bye,” he breathed, and then he was gone.  I watched from the front door until my dad’s car rounded the corner at the end of the street and they were out of my sight.