My Hero [BoyxBoy] UNEDITIED

Getting out

Evan

I took a deep breath, breathing in the air around me as I kicked off my bed sheets and got up. I folded the sheets and went straight to the showers. Everyone was talking about how excited they were to get out of here. But me, on the other hand, I was thinking about something else entirely. Washing my hair, I stared off into the distance, thinking about where I would go from here. My family absolutely does not want to see me. They wanted me to become a doctor, so when I told them I was joining the Army, they pushed me to the side and shunned me. And when I sent them a letter of how I was doing, finally telling them I was attracted to the same sex, they practically disowned me as their son.

I don't really have any friends I can stay with unless... No he wouldn't, would he? My mind filled with images of him. His long black swishy hair, gray eyes filled with laughter and curiosity. His laugh and smile. The paint that was always on his face. He couldn't go anywhere with out a paintbrush. A smile tugged at my lips as I remember always being with him. We were best friends and I regret not writing to him. His playful smirk and mischief eyes brought back the little crush I had developed in the time I spent with him.

I had known I was gay a long time ago. Even when I was friends with Chase. That was the main reason I distanced myself from him and everyone. I joined the Army so I could find who I was, to know what I was capable of and what were my limits. And during my time here, dogging bullets and carrying 5 times my weight, He crossed my mind more than once a day. And now that little crush is a blaze. There is a no way I could ignore it any longer, no way I could deny that I had feelings for my best friend.

I had to admit, I felt a really strong pull towards him, and I new that I had to see him. He may not like me that same way as I him but at least I could see my best friend. I dried off my hair and body, pulling on my Army greens and throwing my stuff into the duffle bag I brought with me, the first day here. I sighed looking around. I was actually going to miss being here, I've grown so used to the routine of this place, it was going to be a bit strange not waking up to the Drill Sargent screaming in your face.

I walked out the door, everyone was laughing and having fun on their last day here. It reminded me of kids in a classroom, just waiting for the last bell of the day to ring. We I guess it rung. I said my goodbyes, giving them bro hugs and fist bumps, telling them to keep in contact with me. It was a good laugh.

I watched my boot crash down on the grass, imprinting my boots as I walked to the bus stop. I couldn't help but get a little excited as I thought about seeing Chase again. The bus came towards me, kicking up dust and stones and shrieked to a stop. I gave them the money needed and told them where I was going. The lady smiled at me and nodded her head. I sat down in a seat, my bag right beside me. I closed my eyes, laying my head against the window as I jus thought about Chase.

His soft black hair that reaches his shoulders. His eyes just staring at me, emotions hidden deep inside. His thin tall frame, and a body built like a swimmer. I felt myself harden at the thought of his body. I shook my head trying to focus on something else. But it just made it worse as I focused on his face. I remember us talking about something while we sat together at lunch. The swift and smooth way he would speak, they way his lips looks so soft and pink. I remember thinking about what it would feel like to feel those soft pink lips on mine. How he would feel, how he would taste. I remember looking at his hands. His small pale hands, that were so good and painting. I shook my head before I could think of anything else and make things worse.

Instead I watched the scenery around me. The trees that just whipped by the grass changing to road. the dirt road changing to pavement as the bus got closer and closer to many of our destinations. The drive took most of the day but luckily we arrived into the town I was going to be at before dark. I thanked the driver and walked on. I wasn't sure where he lived but I do remember where his parents did. We used to just hang out there all the time.

So I walked along the road until I reached his parents house. Along the way I would get honked at by passing cars and thanked for my services. I was still wearing my Army greens. I stopped, looking at the house I noticed it hasn't changed much. The light blue of the cozy cottage house was comforting as you could see the screen door wide open and the other door was closed. I raised a brow at the door as I slowly approached the porch, my footsteps soft and tentative. I wonder if they would remember me?

I brought my fist up knocking on the door lightly. Silence.

I knocked once more. The door opened to a familiar face.

But not the one I was expecting.

"Evan?"

 I shivered. My name coming off of his lips like that I surprise.

"Chase?" I asked surprised as well. I saw emotions flicker across his eyes too fast. I was only able to catch a few like surprise, happiness, and ... lust? Nope. No way, I just imagined it. I looked at him awkwardly. He hasn't changed much. He's still the tall swimmer built bot I knew. Well guy. His hair was long and black still, his face lost some of that baby fat, making his features sharper and more handsome. His eyes are a beautiful gray, shining brightly and framed by the longest black eyelashes ever. His pale skin was clothed in a black T-shirt and some blue skinny jeans. I raised a brow, he wears skinny jeans? Yea I guess, I remember he used to wear them all the time in school. I looked back up to his shocked face. He had yellow paint on his right cheek.

He shook his head, laughing he closed he door behind him, stepping on the porch. He pulled me into a hug, I was surprised but quickly I wrapped my arms around his small frame and hugged him closer. He smell the same as always, paint and popcorn. He was about the same height as me just an inch shorter. I smiled as I remembered he used to be taller than me.

He laughed and pulled back, "What are you doing here?" He smiled, his eyes filled with curiosity. My smile faded, "Well- uh- yea my parents don't really think of me as their son anymore and I don't really have anywhere else to go, so I thought I could stop by or something..." He cut off my rambling with laughter.

"You know your always welcome to stay here. You can stay here forever, I'm not gonna chase you out." He smiled, making my heart stop. Forever. God if only he knew what he was doing to me.

He let me in. The inside of the house was as I remembered it. Different colored rooms and mahogany floors and cupboards. I realized something then, when I walked into his parents bedroom, they weren't here. I turned around to se Chase watching me. he ducked his gaze as soon as he noticed I had caught him. "Where's the folks?'' I asked.

"Oh," He smiled sheepishly, "they moved to Cali for better work and they gave me the house so it's just me. And now you."

I shivered. Just me and him. I guess he caught my shiver and just stared at me, and I boldly stared back at him. I couldn't help but look at the slight smirk on his lips, flashing me a dimple. His hair looked so soft, my fingers itched to run through it. I cleared my throat, my voice coming out a bit deep and husky, "Where do I sleep? If, you know, you want me around." I said staring him in the eye, not bothering to cover up what I was feeling. Feeling towards him.

I saw him visible swallow, his Adams Apple bobbing up and down. I knew I was being strange but I couldn't help but notice how his bright gray eyes darkened a bit. "Uh, yea just, you remember where I used to sleep? You can stay there. I've changed it around a bit so it's not so... childish." He smirked.

I let out a chuckle, "Wouldn't bother me none, you remember, My room was worse. I had to share my sisters pink frilly room." He laughed at the memory. I rolled my eyes. My sister was always trying to get me to do something girly. No wonder I am they way I am. Shaking my head, I walked into the old room, Chase in front of me. I watched his ass in the tight fitted jeans. I felt my jeans tighten as he was just inches from me.

We stopped looking into the old room. Memories flooded as I remember us playing with toy dinosaurs and cardboards boxes. Making forts out of sheets and anything else we could find. "Go ahead unpack, I'll just be, ya know, painting." he mumbled, walking off, his shoulders slumped.

My brows furrowed in confusion but I threw the duffle bag on the floor, taking in the familiar surroundings, I smiled slightly.

Now if only he was gay too.