transit (boyxboy)

twelve

I looked at the vegetable pizza in front of me with a disgusted look.

"I can't believe you like this." I looked at every piece. What would compel a person to even try this?

"I could say the same thing," Vic said as he pushed the box of good pizza towards me.

"Oh, we're switching? Sounds good to me." I reached for my box but he slapped my hand out of the way.

"No. I'm not a puss so I'll eat this god-awful pizza." Vic grabbed a slice and shoved it into his mouth. As he took a bite, he made eye contact with me and closed his eyes when he swallowed. My heart sped up and I looked at him with an expectant look.

"Well?"

"I hate it." He said. He threw the pizza down and I gasped.

"How could you do this? Don't you dare do that ever again in your life, do you hear me?"

"I hate it and I wish it were never baked." Vic crossed his arms over his chest and furrowed his eyebrows and I looked at him with the same look. I couldn't believe him. I just couldn't. How dare he?

"Oh yeah?" I said. I grabbed one of his pizza slices and shoved it in my mouth. I took a huge bite and chewed it as fast as I could. The broccoli crunched in my mouth and the chicken passed alongside it as I swallowed it. "Absolutely terrible," I said, throwing the pizza down just as he did and following his body manner.

"Hey, you don't get to copy me. I was joking, so take it back."

"You were joking, huh? So then, you wouldn't mind if I just took both pizzas? You know, I kind of like yours, too." I said and grabbed both boxes swiftly. He reached for them but fell over onto my lap, his head coming close to my crotch.

"Hey, if you wanted to, you could've just asked." I joked with a laugh. I cracked myself up but Vic just blushed and scrambled back. He sat on his knees and my laughing toned down a bit. I looked at him, though, and he looked so embarrassed.

"Oh, what's wrong? I was joking!" I said. "Don't be a weenie, come on. You can have the pizza." I handed both boxes to him and he happily took a slice of each.

I sat there and sighed. I leaned back but made it so my head was towards Vic. I didn't want to miss anything.

"Hey, you're not going to eat anymore? You only had one bite." Vic said with a mouth full. I chuckled and shook my head.

"I'm alright," I said.

"Why? You don't like being healthy?"

"You call that being healthy?" I pointed upward to the, now, crust he had hanging from his mouth and he ripped it out and finished what was left in his mouth before laying down next to me.

"What gives, though, seriously?" He pushed. I put my arms behind my head and closed my eyes. I wasn't tired, just full of thoughts.

"Just not my thing is all," I said. "What about you?"

"What do you mean?" I turned towards him, propping myself up on my arm.

"Well, tell me about yourself," I suggested. He matched my position and shrugged.

"I did last time."

"Tell me more," I found myself saying. Mentally, I furrowed my eyebrows and asked myself what I was doing? I felt like I had no control over what I was doing tonight. It was so weird but I had no sudden intention of stopping it.

"I don't know, Kellin. I can't think of anything right now."

"Hm, okay." I hummed. My eyes lazily trailed downward and I looked at his physique. It was so curvy and plump but he was still on the skinny side.

"Hey, I have a question," He said. I met my eyes with his and nodded for him to continue. "Why don't you want to eat?" Vic asked with a smile. I couldn't help but laugh and shove him a tiny bit. It wasn't hard but I regretted it. Pushing him, even for play, didn't feel right. It felt like I was doing something wrong and I didn't want to do it again.

I closed my eyes and sighed. I was tired. Too tired. But, most of all, I felt vulnerable. Like I let my guard down and I hated it. I didn't want Vic to see me so comfortable, although, it felt natural to do so around him. I groaned.

"What is it?"

"I'm tired." I answered.

"Well, let me show you to your room." My stomach turned.

"Can I stay in here, do you think?"

"Uh, sure." I opened my eyes and they looked at Vic's. They were so pretty, still. I don't think they'd be ugly. "I can get you some blankets," I got up, walked over to his bed and pointed.

"I'll sleep there," I pointed to the side on the left. "And you can sleep there." I pointed to the stop next to it and he cleared his throat. "Is that okay?" He nodded quickly. I smiled and quickly pulled off my shirt and pants, leaving me in boxer briefs.

"Do you have any sweatpants?" I asked. Vic got up and quickly averted his eyes. He was looking at my chest, I realized but before I could look at him again he threw a pair of pants at me and I put them on.

"Wear this too," He threw a shirt at me and I squinted my eyes.

"Why?"

"Just, do it. I'll be back." I watched as he grabbed some clothes for himself and went into the bathroom.

It didn't take long for him to come out but when he did I was already in the bed and getting comfortable. He did the same soon after he cleaned up and turned off the light.

We lied there in the dark and I felt him move away from me as much as he could.

"Do you want me to get out of the bed, Vic?" I wondered aloud. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable," I said.

"U-uh, no, it's okay." He breathed. His breathing sounded a bit fast so I grabbed the extra blanket on his bed and a pillow and jumped off the bed.

"Where're you goin'?" Vic asked. His voice was small and it sounded high pitched again. I don't think it was going back down, though.

"No worries, I promise," I said. It was quiet after a while.

"Thank you," He whispered and I nodded.

"Goodnight," I said. I closed my eyes and drifted off. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable. It didn't sit right.