Gay One Shots

The Storm (GxG)

The thunder crashed loud and horrifying. The lightning came down far away from here and yet my heart beats like I just run a marathon. I hate storms. When I was a child my mom let my play outside and I loved it.
Being outside was an adventure for someone as small as me, even our tiny backyard seemed like a big world full of mysteries waiting for me and only me. I climbed the highest trees, crawled through the grass, ran after butterflies and imaged flying away with them. And when the sun set I went home and told my mom everything I experimented. I loved talking to her, she always smiled when she listened to me. And her smile was the most beautiful thing in the world just like her. I never liked talking, whenever I was around other people I was the quiet one in the background. But she was different, she made me talk without even trying. It was like she had a spark deep inside, something that made her different, but also beautiful and so full of life. Maybe that was the reason Dad loved her and that's why he didn't loved me, cause I wasn't like her, not a tiny bit. So after her death I moved inside my head, Dad and I only talk about the essential.

I don't even have friends, except of HER.

Well, I don't know if I could consider HER a friend. She is the only one talking to me. I never asked why, but I wondered. At first I never answered when she would talk to me, but at some point I couldn't help and talked. I didn't told her about me, but I asked questions, just a few, but when I did her eyes sparkled. So I kept doing, I kept asking questions just to see that spark. It was the same spark my mom had. And that scared me, that and the fact that I started getting attached to her, I wanted to tell her about me, my dad, my life and my mom. I never told anyone about my mom. She was my secret, the most weren't worth knowing her, they wouldn't get her beauty. Just like they didn't get HER beauty.
That's probably why she was an outcast... just like me.

Another loud crash pulled me back to reality. My whole body jerked, but it didn't matter. I promised my grandma to help her today. She just lived like 4 blocks away, but still the thought of going out there, makes me cringe. However whining wouldn't change something, so I started running.

They rain soon got me soaked. But I couldn't stop. I just ran, like all my fears would disappear when I did. Luckily it worked, till a lightning came down just about a block away, instantly I lost the control of my body completely. I couldn't move at all shaking out of fear. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, but nothing worked as I wanted. Suddenly someone grabbed me and pulled me with them.

"What the heck were you doing out there?" SHE looks at me with an angry expression, at least she is trying to. Even so I was still shaking and to scared to answer. She noticed instantly and put off her jacket to place it around me. Her brown eyes showed concern. Something inside of me felt suddenly warm. It was a nice feeling, but it made me back away, feeling something means you can get hurt and that scared me!

"Hey, everything is fine! I am here! And I won't go anywhere!"
She slowly pet my back calming me down. My whole body started to relax, I slowly won the control back. I look around noticing that we were under a roofed house entry.
"Do you want to come upstairs?" She asked while studying my face. Embarrassed I turned away, I don't want her to look at me. I don't want her to realize what a ugly unsocial loser was standing in front of her!
But nevertheless I nodded, I needed to get away from the storm.

She opened the door and let me inside, then she pulled me upstairs. Her apartment was on the second floor. It wasn't really big, but pretty comfy. There was a bedroom, a bath and the living room paired with the kitchen. She ordered me to sit on the couch, while she started doing something in the kitchen. I didn't know what to do, so I stayed quiet, so did she. I tried to look around and study the room, but no matter how hard I tried, my eyes always went back to her.

Her clothes were more then wet and sticked on her body, her beautiful body. This accented her curves more than I'd liked it to. Her long and wet red hair framed her face, it was beautiful. I mean her hair AND her face. I loved the fiery red tone of her hair, it matched with the color of her soft lips. Don't get me wrong, I don't know if they are soft, but I think so, they look like that and I would give my life to find out.