Coming out (boyxboy)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

When we were both dry he took my hand a lead me to his room. he pulled out a pair of boxers for me and himself. Mine were pink and had a two hand prints on my bum. He then pulled out shorts for himself and a pair for me. Mine were just simple jean shorts while his had checkers on then. He then turned around with a shirt hiding behind his back. "I was going to give this to you in our anniversary but yeah." He showed me the shirt. It was a simple blue shirt. I looked at him again, but he just turned it around. On the back the word 'his' was written in white bold writing. I took it from him smiling like crazy. He then turned around again pulling the exact shirt out.

So there we were walking around by the beach holding hand and wearing matching shirts. We were talking about nothing and everything. It was good to get out of the house without a worry. Everything was going fine, until an all to familiar car pulled up beside us. My

Dad got out if the car slamming the door. Jason took no time in pulling my hand and running the other direction with my dad hot on our trail.

I was starting to run out of breath, but Jason kept pulling me. I couldn't feel my legs and sweat was running down my face and into my eyes, but Jason kept pulling me. All I wanted to do was curl up and sleep. Disappear into a corner and stay there for the rest of my life. I did love Jason even if I never told him but right now I needed him to let go of me. I needed him to just leave me alone. I so badly wanted to stop running, but I didn't, Jason needed me to keep going.

Once we arrived in an alley way, Jason pulled me behind a trash can. I was having trouble breathing at this point. "Collin I need you take take deep breaths ok? Can you do that for me babe, deep breathes." He rubbed his hand down my back and up to my neck while placing kisses to my neck and shoulder. I did as he told me and managed to breath again. It still felt as if my insides were on fire but not as bad. We suddenly heard my dad's footstep echo through the alley. I once again held my breath. I was panicking. My hands became sweaty and my head began to hurt. Jason seemed to notice my behaviour and with out me asking, he pulled me onto his lap, pressing my head to his chest while he placed kisses on my head. My dad's footsteps faded away and all that was left were the quiet sobs leaving my mouth.

We arrived home in silence. It wasn't an awkward one, just an 'I don't know what to say or do, so I'll stay quiet and enjoy your company' silence. We did hold hands and occasionally stole kisses from one another. When we walked through his door the first thing I did was lay on the floor. I was burning on the inside and the cold floor managed to cool me down. Jason's laughed at me, softly giggling as he lay down beside me, his head near mine. I moved up a bit to places kisses to his lips. Sweet passion filled kisses. He lay there for a while, enjoy each other's company.

It was almost an hour later when we decided to change and watch a movie. I was wearing joggers bit left my shirt off. Jason was only in boxers sprawled out on the bed with me laying on his chest. I wasn't sure what movie we were watching cause I was thinking about what happened today. I didn't want anything stupid to happen. I wanted to stay here forever. I know it's only been 3 weeks since we started dating, but this is serious. We are more then serious.

It was about 5pm when Jason's mum came home. When she saw me sitting on the couch, she placed a soft kiss on my temple. "Sweetie you can stay here for as long as you want. You know you're always welcome." She told me while looking at me. I felt the tears form in my eyes so I looked away but nodded. I cuddled closer to Jason hiding my head in his shoulder.

Dinner was quiet. Everyone seemed lost in thoughts. I know I was. Jason, who was sitting beside me, played around with his food. I gently nudged him with my elbow. He looked at me and smiled "what's wrong babe?" He asked me. " Why won't you eat?" I question him. "I'm not really hungry. To much on my mind." Jason admitted shyly. I leaned my head onto his shoulder, rubbing circles on his leg.

That night we lay on his bed together talking about life. Jason had read to me earlier and I was full on relaxed. we kept stealing kisses from one another and giggling around. The sound of thunder made me stop. I've always hated thunder, since I was a little kid actually. It just so happened that the night my dad first hit my mum, there was a thunder storm. Jason knew about this though and always took advantage of my weak state. We would rap me up in a blanket then curl himself around me. He would also take out his headphones and would make me listens to his music. Not that I didn't like his music.