What My Best Friend Doesn't Know (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 10: Ryan

It's the fourth of July. You know what that means. Happy treason day you colonial bastards. (Says the American Kid)
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James and I walk out to my car, but he stops me before I can get in the driver's seat. 

"What?" I say angrily. 

"First off, cool it. I'm not the one you're mad at. Second, I'm driving. Give me the keys," James says. 

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, "Sorry, but you're not driving." 

"Neither are you. You're bleeding. That's a distraction on the road. I don't feel like dying today," He holds his hand out, "Keys please." 

I hand him my keys, ad slip into the passenger side of my car. He drives us back to his place in silence. I think we're both thinking the same thing. Last time we were in this car we made out. Last time we were in this car I was on top of him. Last time we were in this car the story between us went from PG to PG-13 if you know what I mean. 

James pulls into his drive way and gets out. My nose really hurts. James pulls my head back and makes me look at the sky. 

"How am I supposed to walk inside if I can't see?" I ask. 

"I'll help you, you idiot," He laughs. 

He puts one arm  around my shoulders and the other one on my left arm as he helps me inside to make sure I don't run into anything. As soon as we walk through the door, I hear a gasp from someone to my left. 

"What happened?" I hear Rosie say. 

"That kid Matthew punched him," James answers. He pushed me down into a seat at the kitchen table. 

"Why?" Rosie asks while handing me a rag. I put it on my nose to stop the bleeding. 

"Because he's a dick," I say. 

James hands me a bag of ice, and I wrap it in the rag Rosie gave me. 

"Where's dad?" James asks. 

"He had to work late. Someone came in and needed immediate surgery," Rosie replies. 

"How are you feeling?" He asks next. 

"Better," She replies.  

"Good. Ryan and I will be in my room if you need anything. Come on Ry," James says. 

I walk with him to his room, and lay down in his bed. He sits in the chair by his desk. 

"So," James starts, "Are we going to talk about what happened in the car this morning?"

"We can if you really want to," I say. 

"Okay. So, how did that happen? What were we doing? It's literally a blur for me right now," James says. 

"I was outside your house. You came out flustered. I put two and two together that you had just been jerking off, but didn't get to finish, and um," I clear my throat, "um I started thinking about it, and it turned me on a little. You noticed. You kissed me. Then the rest of what happened." 

"You got turned on by imagining me jerking off?" He asks a little astonished. 

"Shut up," I hiss at him. 

He chuckles, "Did.... did you like it?" He asks quietly. 

"What we did in the car?" I ask. 

He nods. 

I think back to it. Just thinking about it again made a stirring feeling happen in my lower region, "Yes." I say. 

"I-I did too," he says while looking down at the floor. 

"This shouldn't be happening. My mom will actually murder me if she finds out that this happened," I say. 

"My dad will too," He replies, "But... It actually felt right." 

"Maybe it was just both of us being horny as fuck, and not  caring how it happened," I say. 

He stands up and locks the door, "We can always test that theory." 

I sit up, and take the rag off my nose. It had stopped bleeding. James walks over towards the bed, and sits down next to me. 

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Nothing like what we did in the car. Just kissing. If it doesn't feel right to you, or if you're uncomfortable tell me to stop," James says as he inches closer to me. 

I swallow hard. This literally happened this morning and he already wants to go again. I'm so fucked. He inches closer. He is dangerously close to my lips, and then he slowly closes the distance between us until our lips meet. I sigh into the kiss, and I feel my body instinctively relax. Our lips start to move together, and I wrap one arm around his waist and the other travels up and tangles in his hair to bring us closer together. His hands are locked on my hips. 

I feel his tongue graze across my bottom lip, and I open my mouth to grant him access. We make out like that for a decent amount of time before he pulls away, much to my displeasure. We are both out of breath. Somewhere in the process of making out I had ended up in his lap. So i'm sitting in his lap with my head resting on his shoulder, and he has hands hands locked together around my waist. My hands are locked together behind his neck. 

James turns his head into my neck and says, "Tell me that didn't feel right." 

I groan as I feel his cool breath hit my hot neck. We both jump as we hear a knock on his door. 

"Hey guys, I ordered pizza if you want any," Rosie calls in. 

I stare at James and he shrugs. I climb off of him, and he walks to the door, and unlocks it. We walk out to go get pizza with the thought of how right and how wrong this is heavy on both of our minds.