The Set Up *~BoyxBoy Romance~*

Chapter Six

The Set Up

Chapter Six

I made sure to avoid the phone that night, as I was sure that Summer was going to do her worst to bully me into saying I was sorry for the way I acted earlier. Even though...I kind of was. But no need for her to rub it in right now. Not until I figure things out a little bit better. And Jake? Well, I'm sure that Jake was going to be a 'guy' about the whole thing. You know...just wait a day or two, show up at my back door, and we go back to being buds without ever mentioning it again. I didn't really expect him to be too concerned with the emotional act of 'making up'. Our way of making up has always been reduced to a few well-placed curse words, a painful punch in the arm, and snickering while we look for a bruise to show up. At least that I understood. That I could handle. But this situation with Adam...that was something different.

My mind wandered over to him every five minutes, it seemed. I couldn't get him out of my head if I tried. I probably spent ninety percent of my Saturday night staring off into space, just trying to picture his smile. I remembered every detail. And every thought was sensual, erotic even...but not really sexual. I just...I wanted to touch him. I wanted to put a hand on his soft stomach and feel him breathing. Or feel the fabric of his shirt. Or maybe take a deep sniff of his soft hair. It made me quake inside to even picture myself kissing him on the cheek. And I found myself either smiling or blushing for no reason at all, over and over again. I thought about his voice, and his accent, and the way it sounded when he said my name and the shine in his eyes. He knew that I was gay. He knew. And he was smiling at me. I mean...do you have any idea how monumental that is? To suddenly be faced with an opportunity like this after spending a majority of your waking life wondering if it's even possible to find something this amazing? Being gay, and finding a boyfriend, and having sex? That was something that I always wished for, but never actually considered before. It was a fantasy. Like wishing I was infinitely rich or wanting to be a cowboy when I grew up. You never actually expect something like that to step into the realm of reality or even near it. So when it does, it scares the hell out of you. Why? I don't know. Maybe because I have to actually work to be 'worthy' of it now. I actually have to deal with the idea that there really is somebody out there for me. And there's such a pleasantly helpless feeling in knowing that.

My mom could tell that something was up when I was drifting during dinner. She kind of looked over at me and saw my attention span reduced to that of a goldfish.

"Is there anything you want to talk about, hon?" She asked out of nowhere.

"Wha...huh?" I looked back at my plate, and realized that I had been lazily pushing the same potato piece with my fork for about five minutes now.

"You seem a bit distracted. I just thought maybe you needed an ear." She always offered, never pushed.

But there was a lot of stuff that I never expected my mom to understand. And yet, since I was hopelessly lost on this one, I thought she might have more of a hint than I did.

"Well..." I started playing with my food a bit more, twirling endless circles with my fork, and tried to push far enough past the initial embarrassment to speak to her about it. "...I was kind of thinking about...something."

"Something?" She asked.

"Or...someone."

"Ohh...someone." She smiled, and I smirked a bit too, with a blush.

"Don't make fun of me."

"Who's making fun? I smiled. I can smile at my son, can't I?"

I looked away, but she did her best to hold back her grin.