Saving Liam (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 3- The Rush

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Chapter 3-The Rush

The next few days passed quickly and awkwardly….Liam and I hardly carried on a conversation and he hadn’t hung out with me at school since I had…kissed him. I looked over at him sitting alone in the corner of the cafeteria with his hoodie wrapped tightly around him so that you could hardly see his face. He looked so…alone… It saddened me actually because he seemed like a nice kid and he shouldn’t have to be so alone all of the time. “Drew, baby, are you listening to me?” Michelle whined in my ear bringing me out of my day dream.

Michelle Peterson is my on again off again girlfriend and right now we were definitely off. She only used me for sex and for her image. I was one of, if not the most popular guy in school and she thought that it would make her look better to date me. Honestly sex was probably the only thing that she was good for, to me anyway. I had no interest in an actual relationship with her and as far as I knew that feeling was mutual between the two of us. She was pretty and good in bed, I don’t mean to sound rude, but that was just the way that it was. “Drew…..” She continued to whine.

“What?” I asked somewhat coldly and man did she give me a look.

“I was telling you a story and you weren’t paying any attention,” That was why I had no interest in a relationship with her. She was whiny, needed constant attention, and just needy in general. She was high maintenance. Her story had been something about shoes and I was a dude, there was no reasonable expectation that I would actually listen.

“I have to go get ready for soccer tryouts,” I muttered staring after Liam as he headed towards the locker rooms to do the same. I heard her scoff but I didn’t care. I walked through the maze of hallways until I reached the men’s locker room. Liam wasn’t in there so I changed with the other guys and headed out onto the middle of the track where the tryouts would be held. Liam was already there and stretching by himself. I made no effort to approach him as I had nothing to say. I wanted to say something but I had no idea what would be appropriate for the situation so I said nothing.

Practice started with four laps around the track and Liam matched me step for step. I had always been the fastest on the team and it surprised me that he could keep up. We finished a whole minute before the next guy and we weren’t even out of breath. Next coach had us doing ladders and then we were doing passing drills for about an hour. When it came time to shoot goals I stepped up to the ball and took in the view. It was just me and the goalie and I tried to place myself in the heat of the game. The adrenaline of the fans cheering always pumped me up. That is what I imagined before every shot. I picked my corner and swung my leg connecting perfectly with the ball. There is just this incredible feeling that I get when I kick the ball just right. It’s like you and the ball are one as you feel it snap crisply off of your foot. It bounces off of the part of your foot that it should and soars quickly through the air. I can’t imagine that there has ever been a soccer player that doesn’t know this feeling. This feeling is what every dedicated player lives for. This is the rush.

I watched as the ball rocketed into the back of the net after grazing the top of the goalie’s finger tips. We played lightning, only this was the soccer version. If you made a goal then the person behind you would have to try and make it from the same position. If you miss it and the person after you makes it before you do then you are out. I watched as the ball flew off of Liam’s foot with perfect execution as it had every time before. He was outstanding, maybe even better than me. Either way he was one of the best that this school has ever seen.  The entire team watched in awe along with the coach as it came down to just the two of us left. For about half an hour we went back and forth matching each other shot for shot. Just when it looked like it would never end and we would have to call it a draw, I watched the ball that I had just kicked soar into the goalie’s open arms.

Everyone took in a sharp breath, I NEVER missed, never. I saw a slight smile tug at Liam’s lips as he brought his foot forward to form the same flawless connection with the ball that he had each time before. We all knew that the ball was going in and the team stood in shock as it did just that. I had just been beaten at my own game. That had never happened before and nobody knew how to react. The coach dismissed us to the locker rooms and I made my way over to Liam who had elected to take a cool down jog. I jogged beside him for a few minutes before we both stopped and began to bring it in to the locker rooms.

“You didn’t say that you were that good.”

“You never really asked.” There was no emotion in his voice and he seemed distant.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been acting weird lately.”

“Maybe you’re the one that’s been acting weird.” I hadn’t thought of it that way.

“Seriously, what’s going on man? Have you been sleeping alright?” I asked recalling his whimpering in the night. For the last few nights he had been practically crying in his sleep. I had thought that he was awake but when I had turned the lamp on I had found him sound asleep.

“Just fine,” I noticed that his answers were short and emotionless. He seemed so cut off from the world. Whatever, I would have to try and figure him out later. Now I had to get changed and we needed to get home. My mom would be getting dinner ready and she hated when we were late for dinner. Liam’s screams woke me that night and I quickly jumped up to turn the lamp on. He still insisted on sleeping on the floor and although he was screaming in pain he was still asleep. “Liam! Liam wake up!” I yelled frantically shaking him. He was seriously scaring me. His eyes shot open and more tears cascaded down his cheeks as he scrambled away from me and into the corner of the room. I walked over in front of him and knelt down. “Liam, what is going on?” When he didn’t answer I felt my heart breaking as I felt the urge to comfort him but lacked the knowledge of how to do that. “Liam it will be okay.” I whispered at a near loss for words.

He just shook his head no as he rocked back and forth hugging his knees. I have no idea what compelled me to do it but I reached out and pulled him to my chest. He stiffened at the contact but soon relaxed as I held him there. I moved us back on my bed as the tears continued to roll down his cheeks I half laid down half sat up with Liam on my chest. Eventually he stopped crying after what must have been a straight hour of sitting like this.

After a few minutes of complete silence he shifted his head so that he was craning his neck against my chest to look at me. I used my thumb to brush away a stray tear and I suddenly became aware of how close he really was and how intimate that moment had been. I looked into his green eyes that were puffy from crying and I inhaled slowly before pressing my lips against his. He stiffened before his lips slowly responded to mine. I had no idea what I was doing and I should have been disgusted but I wasn’t even a bit, not now anyway. My head spun as I entwined my fingers in his blond hair and slipped my tongue into his mouth. He moaned and I realized how much that turned me on. He tasted so incredibly good as our tongues clashed with a violent need for each other.

I broke the kiss with my fingers still entangled in his hair. I shifted so his neck was still craned with my arm between his head and my pillow. I slowly and somewhat hesitantly pressed my lips to his jaw line and slowly moved my way down his neck.  He moved his hand to the back of my neck and guided my lips back to his and I soon found myself straddling him without breaking the kiss. His hands snaked around my neck pulling me down closer so that I was practically lying on top of him. My hands found their way up under his t-shirt and I caressed his chest and his smooth abs. I pulled his shirt off and he let me. Now our bare chests touched and it sent lust filled electricity through my body. It wasn’t until my hands had found their way into his shorts and he let out a deep moan that I realized what it was that I was doing. I froze against him pulling my hand from underneath the fabric of his shorts and rolling off of him.

We both panted loudly and he soon fell asleep next to me and I had no desire to push him away as I wrapped my arms around him again pulling him into my chest. I was screwed…All I could think of was the unparalleled rush that kissing him gave me….yep….totally screwed…

What do you think...? What's up with Liam...nightmares?.....theories...?