What just happened? (boyxboy)

Ch.7

HEYYYYYOOOOO! <3 I was out earlyer and I went out at luch so I never got a chance to work on the story exept for right now. so anyway VOTE? COMMENT? BECOME A FAN?  i would love you foreeeveerrrrrr <3  hope you enjoy :* :*

Cato's POV (YAYYY)

　

I opened my eyes and I was immediately aware of the raging migraine I had going on in my head. The headache was so bad that it took me just that long to notice that Damien was with me, his head on my chest, jet black emo hair all over the place. I couldn't help but smile remembering what happened all last night, me kissing him near the beginning, then playing the game, then at the very end. The clock on the wall said that it was twelve o'clock. I looked back down to Damien and I started running my fingers through his hair. A smile crept onto my face when I looked down at his sleeping form. Just then he began to stir, I watched with amusement as he started feeling up my abs and all my muscles. He then started looking around the room, disoriented. When he finally looked at me, that was when I started to crack up. His eyes were wide and the rest of his face turned red.

"Shit. That was real." He said to himself.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked him, stroking his cheek.

"I don't know..." He said. He looked at me. "You are sober right?"

I laughed. "Hungover. That's about it."

"So... you are not drunk? Like... at all?"

"No..." I was starting to get concerned. "Why?"

"Nothing."

I bent down and kissed him. Shit. It feels better kissing him sober than when I am drunk. He kissed me back but it felt forced. "What's wrong?" I asked him, my eyebrows furrowed.

He looked frustrated. Like he was trying to figure something out. He looked me in the eyes as if it was me he was trying to figure out. "I- I thought you hated me." He looked down. "I mean... the past month all you have done, was make fun of me being 'the stupid emo kid' and dissing me... then all of a sudden, last night... well you were drunk so I kinda didn't blame you for acting like you did when we met but, you are still ... I don't even know."

I sighed. So thats what it was about. "Dami-" He interupted me before I could finish.

"A-are you gay? "He asked me sounding shy. He seemed almost afraid of my answer.

"Honestly... no. I am bi." He looked suprzed by what I said.

"Do, do you hate me?" He looked down when he asked me this.

"Of course not." I said lifting his chin up with my index finger to make him look at me.

"Do...you, Do you like me?" I couldn't help but smile at his shyness.

I took my time to answer because I loved to see that little look in his eyes. It seemed as if he was dying inside to know the answer. "Yes. I do. Very much." I kind of blushed and looked away. "But seriously, I was never bi before. You changed me. I was always into girls before that night that I met you. Our first kiss was better than any of the kisses I shared with any of my past girlfriends." I looked him in the eye in all seriousness.

He blushed. "So I take from what you said to me last night, you know I like you too? More than a stepbrother should?"

I nodded then kissed him lightly. I whispered, "I can see it in your eyes. When ever you look at me, even when you pretended to hate me, I would always see it. I would always catch you taking glances at me, and at my lips." I kissed him again. I swear to god, I loved it. I burst into flames every time and I love it! When we pulled away I remembered the migraine and I winced.