The next morning I do the same routine.
Wake up, forget about Tom, brush my teeth, forget about Tom, put my clothes on, forget about Tom, finally after breakfast I grab my backpack and walk out to the bus stop.
My headphones are turned up to its loudest volume even though it's 6:43.
When I get to school the first person I make sure to notice is laughing with our small group of friends.
"Hey guys" I smile moving my binder to cover my growing boner.
"Hey Mark looking good" Tom winked. So do you Tom...
My face grew as red as the tongue on my band t shirt.
I sit down next to Travis.
"Mark wanna come over my place later?" Tom asks me.
I nod but keep my eyes glued to the floor.
I glance up quickly to see him staring at me running his pink tongue over his silver lip ring.
After a long and very hard day of being around Tom, I finally made it home without touching myself.
Unless you count that one time in English.
When I palmed my dick but only for a couple seconds.
Laying in my bed with a hurting stomach, I listen to The Cure.
My stomach was hurting because of how nervous I was just to see Tom in a couple of hours.
God I'm tired.
***
"Mark?" Anne asks opening my door. "Yea?" I ask.
"Mom wants to know if you have plans tonight" she says. "I'm going to Toms"I reply. She nods and closes my door.
Around six I text Tom to let him know I'm coming. "Bye Mom-Bye Anne" I say closing the door.
I make the short walk to his house.
"Hey Man what's up?" Tom smiles opening the door. "Hey" I say.
We walk up to his bedroom that I've been in so many times before.
"New strap?" I ask pointing to a guitar strap I had never seen until now.
"Oh yea-like it?" He smirks. I nod and sit on his bed.
"You okay? You're quiet" Tom says sitting in the office chair only feet away from me.
"Yea I'm fine I just have some things on my mind" I shrug.
"We're best friends you can tell me anything" he says putting his hand on my knee.
Dick stay down.
"Maybe not everything" I smirk. He lifts his eyebrows for only a second.
"Wanna listen to some music?" He asks rolling his squeaky chair over his stereo.
"Yea" I say crossing my arms and sitting back.
He gets out of his chair and I watch as it rises up only a bit. He sits next to me.
"Mark I'm about to say something that may or may not ruin our friendship but I've had a total of four beers before you came so here it goes" he says before taking a long breath.
"I think you're really hot" he says turning to me.
I stared at him my mouth wide open to match my eyes.
"What?" I ask. "Tom I feel the exact same way" I smile.
He leans in and begins to open his mouth.
I do the same and I can feel the heat from his breath tickle my lips.
"Mark?"
"Mark?"
"Mark?"
My eyes pop open.
"God dammit Anne what do you want?" I groan upset that she woke me up only seconds before we kiss.
"Toms downstairs-he said he wants to have band practice at his house" she mutters exiting my room.
That dream felt way to real to me. I change out of my Rolling Stones tee and throw on a black sabbath shirt.
I groan when I realize it has old spaghetti sauce on it.
"Hey Tom" I smile throwing my old faded Dodgers cap on over my curly and unbrushed hair. "Hey" he smirks
Why is he smirking at me?
We make it to his house. The drive was mostly quiet except for my humming.
"Wanna get a soda first?" He asks me
As I make my way to his garage. "Sure" I shrug.
I sit on his counter eating a cookie I stole from 711. "Coke?" He asks.
I nod and seconds later an ice cold red can is in my hands.
"I told you I'm Bi right?" Tom asks staring ahead. "All the time Thomas" I laugh.
"Then why don't you kiss me?" He asks.
I can't breath.
I gasp for air and cough because of the Coca Cola fizzing in my lungs.
He begins to laugh at me dying. Please get the ambulance.
"But I'm serious Mark- it's pretty clear you like me, I've seen those massive boners of yours" he smirks.
I stare at him unable to speak.
"One kiss?" Tom asks me. I nod but I'm not sure if I did so I say yes.
Tom walks over to me and places his hand on my shoulder pulling me closer.
Now I'm thinking with the wrong head.
I press my chest against his and his hand slides down my jeans.
I kiss him and it feels like fireworks in my mouth. I run my hands through his short hair.
I moan quietly when he pushes me against the counter.
My dick is hard.
"Fuck" Tom says when I move on to kissing his jaw.
When I pull away it's clear what we want.
"I guess you're Bi too?" He smirks.
"I can prove it."
I want ToMark to be confirmed.
