Romantic One-Shots

No More Running : 2

I hope this story is smexy enough for all of you amazing readers... it's as an apology for not being able to upload the other stories, and also for what happened with the sequel to 'The Attic'... Remember that these one-shot's are rated R, so you have been warned! Vote and comment, please and thank you :)

~Shax :P

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No More Running Part 2.

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It has been two months since Mike came to live with me. The first weeks, he would tell me that he was looking for a place of his own. I would tell him to take his time. After a month, I told him to stop looking for a place to live, that he could live with me if he didn’t mind. He asked me why and he had this look of hope on his face but it vanished as soon as it registered.

I simply answered, “Coming to a house that is all alone isn’t fun at all. Having you here makes this place feel more… like home.”

Mike’s smile lit up the room. He had unshed tears in his eyes, but he swallowed them and thanked me.

A week or so later, my mom brought two twin size beds to replace my queen size bed in the bedroom. She was ecstatic that Mike was back in our lives, and more that I wouldn’t be living alone. She had said that how I could keep my best friend sleeping in the living room, when we could share the room. Mike and I agreed to share the bedroom and everything worked out great.

Now it’s been two months, close to three, and the tension between us is growing. Mostly sexual tension, if I may add.

At first, Mike would get all shy if I walked out of the bathroom in a towel only. He would avert his gaze most of the time. Then when I would walk around the apartment in only a shirt, Mike would scold me. He would say that I could catch a cold and then miss school, which would lead to my mom worrying. I would just shake my head and walk to my room to pull a shirt on.

Now, it’s Mike the one walking without a shirt and getting out of the bathroom in only a towel.

It was like he was trying to make a point or something, but every time he would get out of the shower I couldn’t help but follow him with my eyes. Since the bathroom was across from the bedroom, we would just get out with towels around the hips and walk into the bedroom. Mike would get out of the bathroom and walk into the bedroom and look for his clothes. Sometimes I would be lying on my bed, which faced the door, so I had a good view.

Mike would act like nothing was happening, and it bothered me a bit. Was I the only one feeling the tension? Then again, Mike might have a boyfriend, or the feelings he had for me were long gone. The thought depressed me a bit. I know I had no right to feel depressed over it since I never showed him that I felt the same way, but I’ve been told that I’m great at hiding my feelings from others. That was one of the reasons why Brenda and I would always argue; because she kept saying that I ‘had’ to tell her that I loved her for her to feel secure.

The thought of Brenda made me grind my teeth. The last time I had talked to her was when she had called Mike a ‘fag’. It had pissed me off to the point of pondering if I should slap her or shove her down the stairs. Then Mike came out and said that it was best if he left. That only made me madder. Ah, Mike. It was useless to deny it anymore. I was attracted to my best friend. I know its cliché, but I couldn’t help it. Mike was very special to me, and the fact that he was really handsome had me throbbing in my jeans.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were here.” I heard Mike say in a low voice.

I was lying on my bed with my arm draped across my eyes, so I had to pull it back and look at him. The moment I did, my eyes widen and I draped my arm across my eyes again. Mike was standing by his bed without a shirt. The button of his jeans was open, showing his black briefs to the world.