What just happened? (boyxboy)

Ch.12

Trace's POV

　

　

FUCK CATO! FUCK HIM!

I fucking HATE him!

It has beed a few hours since Cato has dropped the B bomb and I have been pissed ever since. I mean, I thought the retard was homophobic due to the fact of what he did to me, and he knows full well that I am gay, but then he turnes around and does this! Plus the fact that he had my mom all over him, showering him with pride and love because came out of the closet! Plus Damien knew! I wonder for how long... If he knew for a few days I could have well used the secret against the fucker like he used mine against me!

Currently I was at Shayne's place.We have become great friends! Best friends even. The sad thing is I realy liked him and he realy liked me but... back to thinking about that fucking asshole I guess. I looked down at my hands that were folded in my lap. I could not stop thinking about how he forced me into a relationship with a girl knowing that I am gay. And all this time I thought he was a homophobe! And I can't hurt Karly because she is one of the sweetest girls I have ever met. Yes I know I am normaly a very negitive person but when it comes to a relationship, I am the oposite. I treat the person right... and I am normaly the one with the broken heart so I know how it feels to be dumped so I would never do that. As I sat in Shayne's room on his bed, stairing at my hands, I felt a tear escape and cascade down my cheek. After a while a bunch were falling and I could not hold back the small sob from escaping my throut. I heard the bedroom door open and I tried my best to wipe away the tears, but to no avail. I probably smudged a shit load of my eye liner as well.

"Trace? Trace whats wrong?" Next thing I knew, Shayne had me in his arms and I had mine wrapped arround him. My neck was in his shoulder and the sobs and tears came back but ten times wose as I breathed in his beautiful scent. Some how I ended up laying down on my back with him ontop of me. "Trace. Please tell me what is wrong." He pleaded with me. I hated seeing worry in his beautiful blue eyes.

I placed a hand on his cheek and felt a few more tears fall. Could I say it? Should I say it? Did I want to?. Hell yes.

"I am in love with you Shayne." I whispered, my eyes never leaving his.

I watched as he prossesed this. After a while happyness apeared in his eyes but his face fell to saddness. "Trace I have been inlove with you since that first kiss a month ago." With this more tears came and I could no longer hold it in.

I grabbed his face with both of my hands and pulled his head down, forcing my lips onto his. He kissed back intantly. Instead of asking for entrence I just shoved my toung through his lips earning a moan from Shayne. Our tounges danced, fighting for domanance. I let him win. He explored my mouth making me moan like mad. I weaved my fingers through his long, teased, pink, black and purple hair, and let him take control. At some point his hands found their way up and under my shirt and began to feel up my defined abbs and chest. I loved it. I almost forgot where we were but a knock at the door brought me back and made me groan out of annoyance.

Shayne had a look on his face that said he wanted to murder the being who interupted our first amazing moment since the night we met. He crawled off of me after giving me one last peck on the lips, and whispering for me to fix my eyeliner. Aparently it was smudged and I looked like a raccoon. I didn't even have enough time to get up and go to Shayne's en suit to fix it up before he opened his bedroom door, letting in a worried looking Damien.

As soon as he walked in he started talking not noticing me in the room. "Shayne! Have you seen Trace? I can't find him anywhere! I need to find him! Now!" He kept going and going without taking a breath, therefore not letting Shayne get a word in. As he babled on about how he needed to find me Shayne's mouth would be opening and closing trying to tell him that I am not ten feet from him.