I Need A Reason (boyxboy)

~9~

{Andrew really has some explaining to do...

Andrew's POV

After I hung up with Joey, I dialed Lucas. He was keeping me comfort after Joey moved. "Hey Lucas. Wanna come over tonight?" I said when he answered. "Sure. 'Round what time?" He said. "As soon as you can," I charmed. "See ya," He chuckled, hanging up.

I dashed downstairs, waiting in my living room by the door. Lucas is my best friend, and since Joey moved away, he's all the comfort I have. Willow isn't any help, because when have sisters ever really been helpful. After about 15 minutes, the doorbell rang. My terrier burst into loud, short barks. It was annoying as fuck. I shushed him ad opened the door.

"Hey. What's up?" He asked. I shrugged. "I just need a bit of comfort," I said. "C'mon up to my room," I invited, running up the stairs. His footsteps echoed mine. Lucas made himself cozy on my bed. "Have you talked to him since he left you?" He asked rudely. I shoved him over and sat next to him. "He didn't leave me. He just moved away," I scoff. Lucas rolls his eyes. "And yes, I just got off Skyping with him," I inform him.

"Yeah. Then what happens when your laptop's down? You gonna talk to blank screen?" He laughed. "Lucas. I invited you over to comfort me, not make Joey's move worse for me," I say angrily. "Oh Joey 'this'. Joey 'that'. Its all about Joey. What good is that bastard anyway? Its not like you ever loved him. I know you didn't, because every time you're around him, you were looking for someone else," He rants.

"That's not true," I interject. "Damn right it is. Joey is no good for you Andrew. You're strong, handsome, perfect. And what is he. Some scrawny freshman that lived next door?" Lucas scoffed. "Lucas. If you're not going anywhere with this, then leave. I'm fed up with you," I say bitterly. "You ain't fed up with me. Don't act this way Andrew. I'm only trying to protect you," He says, wrapping his arm around the front of my waist. I slap his hand. "Knock it off Luke. I'm not in the mood for you to toy with me right now," I say, trying to move away.

"I'm not toying with you Andy. Remember in the seventh grade, when I told you I, um, swung both ways? Well, what I haven't told you is that.. I-I have feelings for you," He admits. "Okay. Look Lucas, you're a nice guy and all, but I'm taken," I say. "You're not taken!" He spat, "You're clinging to a boy who is never coming back! Andrew listen to me, just listen! I love you, but I guess I'm not good enough for you, huh."

"Just back off the subject, okay?" I snap. He rubs my arms from behind me, trailing them down to my waistline. He teases my pants, pushing down one side. "Cut it out!" I snap. He doesn't. "Just give me a chance Andrew. I won't screw it up," He begs. "But Lucas, I know you. You'll just end up screwing me," I say. He chuckles, slow and deep, making me uneasy. He continues messing with my pants, when I finally turn and face him. "What's the matter?" He asked, holding me. I squirm.

"Go Lucas," I scold. "I asked for a chance. And you never said no," He smirked. He takes my hand and drags me to my bed. "No screwing," I said. "No promises," He winked. I felt queasy as Lucas took off his shirt, revealing a small tattoo of a crown on his collarbone. "Looks like someone's happy with their choice," He winks. I blush and look away. Lying in the bed, he grabs my hand and forces me next to him.

"Promise me one thing," He says, poking my side lightly. "What?" I ask, roughly shoving his hand away from the hem of my shirt. "If I screw you, you won't blab about it," He says. "Fine," I sigh hesitantly. He grabs my shirt. "What are you doing?" I ask loudly. He says nothing until he successfully pulls the shirt off of me. He then pressed his lips to mine. I start to hear the bed making a faint squeak. It starts to bounce. The little fucker was trying to fuck me. I finally pulled away from the kiss. He didn't stop, trailing kisses down my body until he reached my pants. He glanced up at me. "Never in a million years Lucas!" I bark. He smirks.

His body stops moving, but he still towers over me. I don't move. "I love you," He says. I grab his neck and smash my lips into his. The kiss, becoming more heated by the second. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I found it even harder to believe that I was enjoying it. Lucas' body resumed to his thrust. I pulled away again, my eyes shut. "Lucas," I moan. "I-I love you." He lowers his body, never stopping. "F-Forget about Joey. He's never coming back for you," Lucas says.

We continue for who knows how long. Lucas lies next to me, his legs crossed with mine and his arm draped across my bare chest. I'm nestled into his side, my fingers knotted with his. At least we weren't naked, I mean we still had our jeans on. He kisses my temple and my body starts to feel tired. From what I honestly don't know, because it was Lucas who was doing the, well, doing.

I start to drift, but my laptop dings. I glance at it and see Joey was there. At first I thought it was just my wallpaper changing pictures, like it does, but the he starts to shout. "Andrew. H-How could you?!" He cries. I jump up. "I-Its not what it looks like Joey. I swear!" I defend. "Not what it looks like, you just screwed a boy with your pants on!!" He screamed. "Joey. Listen,-

"No you listen! I thought Skype would be enough to keep us. I was going to surprise you by going over for the summer, but I can see your well over us. Goodbye Andrew. I'm never going back to Boston again!" He rants, hanging up. I feel so small and vulnerable. Lucas comes and cradles me in his arms. I felt tears stream down my face and roll onto my chest. "Its okay Andrew," He comforts, his arms moving all over my upper body. "No it isn't! It's your fault I'm never going to see Joey again. Get lost Lucas!" I snapped. He presses his lips to my temple.

"You just need to cool off. I know Joey was your first real relationship, but you need to distance yourself. I'm here for you," Lucas says, holding me close to him. He throws his shirt back on, kisses my forehead, then leaves. I go over to my window. I watch him glance up towards me and start to get in his car. I open the window.

"Wait Lucas," I call out. He turns and smiles. "I-I didn't mean to... Come back, please," I begged. He smiles and comes back toward the front door. I go back downstairs and he wraps his arms around like he hasn't seen me in years. I press my forehead to his as his hand slipped between my pants and boxers. "Andrew. What's going on?" I hear a voice. "W-Willow? What are you doing?" I jump, making Lucas move his hand. "I heard the door," She said. "What are you doing with my brother Lucas?" She asked roughly.

"You mean my boyfriend?" He said, his hand moving back. "Boyfriend? Andrew. W-What about Joey?" She asked. "Joey isn't coming back to Boston. Ever. Willow, he broke up with me," I lie. She stands still. Without another word, she spins on her heel and leaves. "What was that about?" Lucas asks. "I don't know," I shrug. Lucas takes my hand and we walk back to my room. I lie down on the bed and he comes and cradles me. I nestle my head into the crook of his neck.

"I can't believe it Lucas. I just can't," I mumble sadly. "What?" He asks. "I cheated in him. And he saw. He saw the whole thing," I begin to tear up. Lucas holds me closer and tighter. "Just don't think about it. You have me now," He smiles. I smile at him and squeeze his hand. "What time do you need to go home?" I asked. "Around 9. Why, wanna get rid of me already?" He winked. I playfully hit his stomach.

I snuggle into him. Maybe I should feel bad for cheating on Joey, especially since he saw us doing, uh, that, but I didn't. I enjoyed Lucas' company. Joey never acted like that with me. He was scared to hold my hand at school, or anywhere really. He overreacted, because having panted sex with Lucas wasn't my plan. I changed my own subject. I was dating Lucas now. My best friend, I couldn't screw anything up with him, it could ruin our entire friendship.

I thought about all the good things that would come out if this though. I didn't have to make up a reason for him to come over anymore. Finally, I shut my eyes and rested, my head on his chest. "I love you," Lucas whispers. "I love you too."