How Far is Too Far? (boyxboy)

How Far is Too Far? ~ Chapter Three ~

It's Angel here :D again... you'll have to get used to my babbling at the front of each chapter.  So what do you think of Luke so far? Little tease? ;D

BOYXBOY read at your own risk and don't complain at me.

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-- Luke's POV --

Okay, so I was kissing an insanely cute guy in a janitor closet and thinking about my older brother.  Did that make me insane?  Nah... 

I pulled Ryan closer and mewled slightly as he ran a hand teasingly up my side.  Mmm, yeah, I like that.

If you want me, you can just say so.

My eyes shot open and I froze.  What the hell Gabe!? Get out of my make out session, you freak!

"Luke?" Ryan's green eyes were inches from mine, concerned. "You okay?"

No, no I'm not, thanks for asking.  I stared into his innocent, worried features and mentally kicked myself in the balls.  Why was I dragging this sweet sweet boy into this?  Oh right... because I happen to be the world's biggest tease, and one boy isn't enough for me.  Don't get me wrong, I wasn't always like this.  It wasn't my fault what happened in the sixth grade with Leo... I shuddered and shook the thought away.

"Luke?" All the lust that he had held for me before was gone and I sighed.

"I'm okay, Ryan," I said, gently tracing his cheek. "But thanks for telling me how you feel, or uh," I chuckled, biting my lip and letting my gaze travel slowly up his toned build. "Showing me."

He blushed lightly. "I'm usually not like that it's just ... you drive me crazy."

"Mmm, thank you darlin." I grinned and dropped my hand to twine my fingers with his, then brought our hands to my cheek.  I sighed lightly and closed my eyes, leaning into the touch.  I reopened them a few seconds later.  "Well, I'm pretty sure we wasted a good fifteen minutes in here, so why don't we head back out to Kira and---"

"No!"

I tilted my head. "No?"

He turned scarlet and I felt my heart throb painfully for the poor boy, then blinked.  Why was I already so attached to him?  Surely one kiss, no matter how amazingly hot it was, meant I was in love so soon?  And what did he want from me, if he turned any redder I'd accuse his mother of experimenting with a tomato.

"No."

I couldn't help but smile.  "Ryan, you're making it sound like I'm trying to molest you."

"Just give me a minute." he rushed out, stumbling over his words.  He was staring at his feet, his shaggy brown hair covering his jade green eyes.

I waited patiently, brushing my black hair back into place.  I've had guys pull me into the janitor's closet to have a quick kiss and then blow it off like it was nothing, but not one of them wanted to stay and talk afterwards.  It's like cuddling with words... way too manly for them, right?  I smiled to myself as I let my mind wander.

"I like you!"

I froze, staring at him with my eyes wide.  Sure, people've said 'I like you' to me before, but for some reason this made me tingle from head to toe.  I blurted the only thing that came to mind, "Say what now?"

He began to stammer again. "I-I know we're not the best of friends and that you have a million other guys and girls after you and that you're a really popular guy and that everyone likes you and that you probably won't think twice about dating someone like me and that you're probably laughing at me on the inside and thinking that I need to leave before I infest you with some type of rare nerd-disease--"