Kiss Me (yaoi / boyxboy)

Chapter 9

Grey

My eyes flutter open. I take a deep breath in, scanning my environment as I let the breath go. I'm back in my room but for the life of me I can't remember how I got here. There's a flannel on my forehead, a glass of water on my bedside table- the tell tale signs of being ill. I sit up groggily, taking the warm flannel from my forhead, guessing that my parents probably hadn't changed it since I was brought home. Brought home? By who?

I hear voices from downstairs, I wouldn't have seen that as anything strange usually, but there's a voice that I don't quiet recognise... I mean, I've heard it before but muffled through floorboards, it's hard to put a name to. One thing I do know though, is that there's something about it that sends butterflies rustling in my stomach.

I pad, barefooted down stairs and by the time I get to the bottom, it takes everything I've got not to throw myself down the last few steps squealing like a teenage girl.

"Why would you want to go see him anyway? It's not like he's conscious." Simon snaps, standing in the doorway. I'm already getting pissed off by him, he's so bloody rude all the time.

"I'm just worried, sir. Could you please let me see him?" Eli says, his voice slightly strained. Simon hears me in the hall and turns around,

"Your boyfriends here." I feel myself go bright red as Simon chuckles at his 'joke'. He walks off, still laughing.

Eli's blushing too but he smiles at me when he sees me, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, thanks. Do you want to come in?" I gesture for him to come inside but he looks down the corridor after Simon,

"Will your dad mind?"

Actually, he'll probably like it seeing as it means he has something else to make fun of me for. "No, he won't mind."

He doesn't look completely convinced but he comes in anyway.

Eli

He leads me up to his room, in a T-shirt and a pair of blue striped pyjama bottoms that make him look really cute when coupled with his bedhead. There I go again, saying wierd things about him...

He opens his door and I feel my eyes widen as I see everything. The furniture's pretty plain but the walls are covered in sketches and paintings. They're amazing, like every single one is incredible. 

"Whoa... Did you do these?"

He blushes, "Yeah."

"They're really good, like, really really good."

"Thanks." He smiles, pulling out the chair at the desk for me to sit in and making the bed before sitting down. 

"You feeling better?"

"Yeah, how did you even find out about that?"

"Your brother told me."

"Oh, right, you both go to West school... But how did he find out?"

"Apparently some guy called him.. From your number."

He frowns, looking a little confused. Then it's like a light turns on suddenly, "Oh, Drake.."

"Who's Drake?"

"Some guy at my school. I guess he helped me get home." I immediatly don't like Drake. Whoever this guy is- he helped Grey when I didn't. Everything would be so much better if he got into my school. I could see him every day... Protect him when he's in trouble. 

After a few moments he breaks the awkward silence that has fallen, "He's not my dad."

"Who?"

"Simon, the guy downstairs."

"Oh right."

"I mean, he's Finn's dad, but not mine." He looks like he wants to say more. "Crap, I don't know why I brought that up." He laughs humorlessly, obviously trying to hide whatever he's feeling right now. He starts wringing his hands, something I suddenly remember he used to do when he was a kid and someone would pick on him. I don't even think, I just go over to him. He won't look me in the eye. I take his hand, stopping his nervous movement. There's something on his wrist, a red mark. On both of his wrists.

"What happened?"

He gasps, like it's the first time he's seen them as well. "Shit. I- I... nothing." 

"Did someone hurt you?"

"What?" He pulls his hand sharply away, "No. Nothing happened. I'm fine. I'm really fine." He's lying, anyone could see that.

"Grey?" His head is still bowed, "Grey, look at me." I place my finger under his chin, guiding his face to look at mine. I can't get enough of those eyes, dark green threaded with flecks of gold. But I can also see a glaze of tears in them. I want to erase the pain. Everything that happened to him, whatever it is that's making him cry now and everything that's ever made him cry... I don't want him to feel that pain. I want to kiss him better. I lean towards him, his eyes flicker to my lips then back to my eyes. His breath is on my cheek, shallow, soft air tickling my skin. His hand moves tentatively to the back of my neck. His lips seperate slightly. Something tingles between us, something more than lust.

My heart thumps against my chest, if I don't kiss him now, I feel like I'll never. His hand presses on my neck, pulling me closer. I take a breath in and he does the same, it's about to happen-

"Grey!" His door slams open and we quickly pull away. I'm out of breath, my head spinning. Finn stands in the doorway, frozen. He looks from me to Grey. "Holy crap." 

A/N
Aww... They got so close to kissing and Finn has to go and ruin it. Boo. 
＼(^o^)／ Hehe, I thought I should give you guys some sweetness following the dark last chapter! It's so short but meh... school. You know the deal.