Smile For Me. [BoyxBoy]

His Friends

Busting through Mark's door, I ignored his yelp and went to grip on his shoulder. Mark looked at me, confused before he blushed suddenly and looked away surprising the fuck out of me. Now that just confirmed it.

Testing my luck, I met his lips with mine, glad he gasped and I easily slipped my tongue in his mouth. He tasted good, like chocolate and my eyes closed in bliss at the chance to kiss him again.

I pulled away from him and took a step back, just in case he got mad again. He wasn't and his face was beet red. Mark covered his lips with the back of his hand and he stared at me, bewildered.

"W-why did you-"

"You're gay, aren't you?"

Mark's eyes widened and that confirmed everything that ran through my head as I ran up the stairs. If Mark was gay, then the reason why he always bickered with Tom was because... The boy's eyes watered but I didn't dare fall for it. I was not going to fall for his 'I'm a sad boy' face. Mark lied to me...not really lying but he held back important information from him.

"How long Mark?" I scowled at him, letting him know he wasn't going to avoid this conversation and he sniffed.

Running a hand over his head, he gave me a defeated look as he sank to the floor, sagging his shoulders. "Since I could remember," he replied, not meeting me eyes.

Even after I figured it out, I still couldn't believe it. My Mark? Was gay?

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I asked sadly. I wasn't mad anymore, just unhappy he never told me. Was it hard? Was it really?

Mark wiped his eyes but still didn't look at me. "It wasn't like I didn't try. It's my fault for keeping my mother's words at heart. It's hard to let it go when I know I haven't changed from when I was with her. We fought, we argued, she knew. She knew I was gay and she made me pay for it. With words and her actions, but we both know she was better with words when it came to me.

I joined him on the floor in front of him so at least it would be easier for him to look at me. He gave a miserable sigh then surprised me when a sad smile appeared on his face. "I don't hate other gay people. More like I don't really care what they do with their life but I hate myself for being gay. I cannot come out because of that. Back then when you kissed me, all I could see when I closed my eyes was my mother's face laughing at me, her sick words making me want to vomit. I should have known it was you I was hitting back then, I shouldn't have done such a terrible thing to you and it was all because I was scared and her words kept reminding me of my time with her."

"So Tom?" I asked because if my guess was correct, I was going to feel really bad.

Mark nodded then finally met my eyes and my heart shrank. "I liked Tom. That was why I was so pissed about him being with Yale. I didn't want to hit Yale back then because I knew the guilt would kill me. God, I'm such a terrible friend."

I was right. Mark liked Tom, that was why Yale's presence around him irritated him.

Sighing, I rubbed the nape of my neck before I said, "That's a lot of shit you kept from me Mark. If your sister didn't tell me you didn't hate gays, I would never had known. I would never have known the real you. The you who is scared to find love." I crawled closer to him and placed a hand on his lap then added, "Because I'm jealous and petty, I'm going to say this: You never had a chance with Tom. He would have just awkwardly turned you down."

Mark chuckled. "I know. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It isn't something I planned on telling anyone."

I smiled and reach for his hands on his lap. I brought it to my lips and left a kiss on it before saying, "I guess I'll have to take it slow then."