There's The Cat and Then There's Me [boyxboy]

Chapter Eight: Alive In a Nightmare

My pillow feels weird… was the first thought that ran through my head early that Sunday morning; Sunday being the last day of holidays until I begin my new term at Westwood. Mum and Dad wouldn’t get home until about midday tomorrow, unfortunately to close for my liking… I preferred my alone time.

Reluctantly I forced my eyelids open, emitting a muffled groan into the oddly hard pillow. As my senses slowly awoke I felt something wrapped tightly around my back, hugging me into the unfamiliar surface. It rumbled slightly beneath me, the steady warmth causing me to feel drowsy once again. I forced my eyes back open, willing myself to stay awake.

Hard… warm… MOVING… pillow….

When my vision finally managed to focus itself into some form of reality, I noticed that the ‘pillow’ I was laying my head on was actually a stomach… a very nice and comfy stomach. I blinked drowsily, not entirely registering that my body had somehow become wrapped tightly around the person who I wished I had never set eyes on, let alone invited home.

Accel grinned, noticing my dishevelled appearance and bleary eyes. His own eyes had faded to a clear and soft jade overnight, like pools of green water with sunlight dappled through them.

“Morning sunshine,” he laughed. His voice was as smooth as honey to my dulled senses, seeping through the cracks in my weak defences.

I blinked lazily attempting to gain my bearings. It took me about half an hour on an average school day to partially awake. The fact that it was holidays and I hadn’t had a troubled sleep meant it would take me at least four times the usual amount for my body to slip out of zombie mode. Mentally it would take me the rest of the day.

Morning… my mind slurred as my mouth was only capable of Neanderthal speech. Instead I grunted the equivalent of ‘good morning’ in my new found language.

 “Guuuh Mouuun uuh,” I slurred in zombie mode.

Accel laughed again pulling me back into him and landed a firm kiss on my unresisting lips.

What the fuck!  

My eyes flew open at the searing contact, every muscle tensing in realization. Instantly my body jerked away, so hard I tumbled unceremoniously on the ground. Landing on the wooden floor in a heap I stared at the alert demon like boy balancing casually on the olive covers.

“What the hell!” I croaked fiercely, wiping any trace of him from my lips with the back of my hand, “What the hell was that!”

He smirked. “Don’t bullshit yourself Andrew. You know exactly what that was.”

What the hell!

“No!”

“Don’t deny it,” his husky voice slithered through the strained atmosphere crawling straight to my gut. Unnervingly it turned in response to the boy’s sensual whisper.   

Searching his eyes for any excuse not to know exactly what that in fact was, I desperately tried to come up with a valid explanation as to why I had just spent the night in another boy’s arms, HIS arms, and to the reason why said boy had just kissed me!

 But there was none.

Shit… I really am going crazy. I just slept with another guy. Well not literally but well… I SLEPT WITH A GUY!

I must be gay… no. No WAY. I am one hundred percent straight… boobs, legs, long hair, skirts, lips… jeans… lips piercing… husky voice… mmm… jade eyes… black hair… porcelain skin…

NO!

Every time train of thought led back to HIM! Every single one! What the hell was happening to me? I let a boy KISS me. Only gay guys do that…. homosexual people! And I am not homosexual! I don’t like guys!