ONE EYED BOY [C. Grimes][Rarl]

animal

Warnings: porn, porn, also a bit of porn

Lustful thinking was not something that usually occupied my mind. I was usually tame in that sense. Sexuality hadn't crossed my mind up until I started having the dreams. I found myself having a sort of craving for physical contact. It stresses me out, considerably, and even more so when my thoughts turn on one of my friends.

Gritting my teeth, I gaze from my spot on the bank of the lake as Ron and Mikey wade in the water, shirts off and jeans hanging low on their hips.

Mikey had a bit of a childish look about him. He wasn't my type, even if he was undoubtedly cute, in a strange 'Mikey' type of way. Ron, on the other hand was looking dangerously attractive, with his smile and small hips being clutched by the soaked denim of his waist band. I laid down, resting an arm over my eyes as my hat tumbled from my head. The blazing heat had coaxed us all out of our shirts. Even Enid sat beside me sun bathing in just an old and beaten bra.

It was strange, how she could make such a relaxed position look so hostile. She was like a snake, drinking in the sun on a sizzling rock, just daring you to inch closer into the proximity of her poisonous fangs.

Yet, I found myself agreeing that she wasn't my type, and vice versa. Enid had spilled her secret to me of her own preferences, and we'd agreed that we would cover for each other. She was comfortable being half naked around me, despite Mikey's lingering gaze at her rack.

"He's looking again," I comment, moving my arm slightly and catching him in the act of practically drooling, eyes unfocused. I wasn't the only one to notice, as Ron clapped in his face, jerking the bigger boy from his traveling imagination. I laugh and so does Enid.

"Yeah, he's not the only one staring," she said as our laughter died down.

I raised an eyebrow in question, sitting up on my elbows again.

"You've got quite a hungry look in your eye."

I know she's not talking about me looking at her. My cheeks heat up, and it's not from the blistering rays of the high sun.

"Is it that obvious?" I ask, voice wavering slightly as my eyebrows knit in worry.

"Don't worry, Grimes." She closes her eyes again, wiggling to get comfy on her beach blanket.

"We both know how oblivious he is."

Though he acts as if he doesn't know, I feel as if he does. The way he acts around me, it's like he's... teasing me. Even now, with his wet jeans hugging his ass while he faces away from me; it drives me nuts. It's not fair. I'm too shy to approach him and actually ask him how he feels about boys, or if he's just into chicks.

"Why don't you just come out to him?" Enid's voice is lowered and I close my eyes in annoyance. God, it's like she reads my fucking mind.

"Why don't you?"

"Because me liking tits is irrelevant to the situation."

I let out a scoff and she hands me a cold bottle. I sip it, tasting the tang of the beer on my tongue. Maybe she's right. I could get him alone and tell him I'm gay, or that I'm into him. It might not even end badly.

Worst case scenario, he thinks I'm weird.

Best case- I bite my bottom lip.

You know, maybe it's worth a shot.

"Ron!" My voice carries and he turns around, curly locks plastered to his forehead from Mikey splashing him.

"I need your help, um.."