The Best Time to Wear a Checkered Madra

The Best Time to Wear a Checkered Madra (is all the time)

It was cold out, and the rain didn't help. The Greasers were off the streets, and so was everyone else, leaving Bob to get home by himself.

He was shaking as the rain seeped through his white polo. That was all he wore (but he still had pants on), having left his checkered shirt at home when he left to go to the movie house earlier.

The rain came down harder. Bob increased his pace, trying to get out of the bad weather. He sneezed, almost making himself trip over his feet. He was only a few blocks away from his home, but he saw that Randy's was closer. He decided he would go there instead. Beside, he didn't feel like hearing his parents coo at him.

At long last, Bob was standing on Randy's porch. He ringed the door bell and wrapped his arms around his body, mentally urging for Randy to answer the door quicker.

The freezing rain dripped down Bob's face as the front door opened. He looked up and smiled at his best friend.

"Man, get in here. You're freezing!" Randy said as he grabbed Bob's arm and pulled him inside. "How long have you been out there?"

Bob sniffled. "It was raining when I left the movies," he answered.

"Come here," Randy said as tugged Bob towards his room. When he there, he set him down on a chair and fetched a towel.

"Take your shirt off or you'll catch a cold," Randy told his friend. Bob did so, sneezing again in the process. He was left shirtless as Randy wrapped the towel around and dried him off himself.

"Thanks," Bob said as Randy left to get a shirt and jammie (pajama) pants for him.

"It's no problem. Where's that checkered shirt you always wear? It would've helped keep the cold out yah," Randy asked.

"I left it at my house.."

"Well, tonight would've been the best time to wear a checkered madra," Randy said with a smile on his face. Bob smiled back at him.

"You can sleep with me in my bed tonight. It's big enough for the both of us," Randy offered and Bob nodded his head, not worrying about his parents.

The two boys climbed in the bed, turning off the lamp. Bob rolled over and pulled the cover up to chin. He jumped when he felt Randy come up behind him and wrap an arm around his waist, pulling their bodies closer together. Bob blushed even harder when his friend nuzzled his face in his hair.

"G'night, Bobby."

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Bob woke up first and was confused as to why he wasn't in his own home. Then he remembered the previous night and felt his face go red when he recalled Randy getting so close...

Rubbing the sleep out of eyes, Bob looked at a clock on the wall. It read 8 o'clock. Bob internally panicked, thinking he was late for school. But then he remembered that it was a Saturday and calmed down, pushing himself closer to Randy who still had his arm around his waist.

"Mornin'," Randy said in a husky voice, moving his head so it was buried in Bob's shoulder.

"Mornin'," Bob replied and yawned. Then his stomach growled. Randy smiled against his shoulder, rubbing Bob's stomach with his hand. He had already pushed his shirt up, exposing his belly button. Bob's face went red at the touch.

"Are you hungry?" Randy asked as he sat up in bed. His stretched his arms, causing his own shirt to raise up. Bob quickly turned his head away when he caught himself looking.

"Yeah," he answered. "I can get breakfast at my house, though."

Bob pulled himself out of bed, and went to put his own clothes on (which had been dried), but Randy stopped him.

"No, please. Stay here," he asked. Bob stopped and looked at him. He was about to protest but saw the look in his friend's eyes and decided it wouldn't hurt to stay.

"O-okay," he replied and draped his clothes along the back of a chair once more.

After stretching a little more, Randy got out of bed himself and walked into the bathroom. Bob awkwardly sat down on the bed. The toilet flushed and Randy walked back out.

"You can use the bathroom if you need to," he said.

"I'm good."

Randy walked over to his bedroom door and opened it. "Are you ready to eat?" he asked his friend nodded and got up to follow him into the kitchen.

Randy's house was two stories, and Bob knew his way around, so he led they way to the kitchen as Randy followed. Randy stared at Bob's booty the whole way there, wishing that was his breakfast.

Yeah, Randy liked Bob more than a friend. But he wouldn't admit it. He was trying to hint it, like when he had spooned Bob that night and made him take his shirt off.

Randy's mom smiled when she saw the two teenagers enter the kitchen.

"Oh! I didn't know you were here," she said a little too enthusiastically at Bob.

Randy and Bob as well both his parents ate breakfast, the two adults asking the younger boy little questions every now and then. He would answer them only to have Randy laugh silently at his derpy answers.

Finally, they were done. One by one, they carried their plates to the sink and put them in.

"Come on!" Randy said and grabbed Bob's arm, pulling him back to his room before the younger could answer.

"What are we gonna do?" Bob asked as the bedroom door was locked and Randy sat beside him on the bed.

Randy told himself he wouldn't tell his best friend about how he felt. He knew it would ruin their friendship. And he hadn't planned on doing so today, but it was eating away at him.

"I... I got something I need to tell you, Bob," he started. He hid the lower half of his face in his hands, feeling his face grow red and refusing to look at his friend in the face. Bob noticed this.

"What's wrong?" Bob asked, leaning closer towards Randy.

The latter couldn't hide it anymore. With Bob's face so close to his, Randy moved forward and kissed him. It only lasted for a quick second before Bob jerked away, more out of surprise than repulsion.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was going to tell you, but-" Randy didn't get to finish his sentence before he started crying. He felt dumb for embarrassing himself like that.

He hid his entire face in his hands as his body started shake. He hardly felt it when Bob placed his hand on his back and rubbed circles.

"It's okay," he whispered softly. Then, Bob removed Randy's face from his hands and used his fingers to wipe away his tears. When the two boys had their bodies facing each other, Bob cupped Randy's face and kissed him.

It lasted for a good few minutes, with Bob's arms around Randy's neck and Randy's hands on Bob's waist. Eventually, they had to pull away and looked each other in the eyes.

"I've wanted that for so long," Randy said and kissed Bob once more.