It All Started With A Kiss (BoyxBoy) (ON HOLD!)

Chapter 2

A pillow smacked against the side of my face. I grumbled but ignored it, hoping that Riley would be smart enough to leave me be. I'm not a morning person and he knows that, so if he continues down this path, I will wake up and beat him up. No lie. But again, hoping never worked out for me. The pillow smacked against my head again. I groaned, cracked my eye open, grabbed the pillow next to me and threw it at him. I could tell by the grunt that he let out that I got him right where I wanted. His face.

"Dude, wake. The fuck. Up! We have Saturday school and if we don't leave soon, we'll be late." He yelled at me while he hit me with the pillow.

"Screw Mr. Kale. Sleep. I need sleep." I mumbled. He sighed and then laid down next to me. He put his hands behind his head while he stared up at the ceiling.

"Do you think Mr. Kale has a girlfriend." He asked in a thoughtful tone.

"Hell, I doubt it. Not with his ugly attitude. He's always in a bad mood and mean." I mumbled, more awake.

"If he's always in a bad mood, then it's his personality." He turned his face to me.

"I guess." I groaned sitting up. "What time is it?"

"It's five in the a.m. We have to be there by seven." He then rolled off of the bed, stood in front of me, and then bending over, he placed both of his hands on my thighs (Which were bare because I was wearing boxers).

"Wanna play the firetruck game?" He asked, shooting me his mischievous smile. I looked at him with a suspicious gaze.

"What's that?" I asked. Even though the game sounded familiar, I couldn't really remember what it was.

"You'll find out." He said as he started to slowly move his hands up my thighs. I would have told him to stop but I couldn't for the life of me open my mouth to object. It felt way too good. My mind automatically started to work as his hands got higher up my leg.

"Red light." I sort of whispered. He shot me a wicked smile and then continued.

"Firetrucks don't stop at red lights." He said.

Well, shit.

I let him keep going because I was sure that he would stop when he got too close be when he reached my tip, I stopped his hands. I kept my eyes hidden from him because there's no doubt that he would see the lust in my eyes. I'm crazy. I know I'm crazy. He does shit like this all the time. Normally I just brush it off and call him gay but that's because we're both playing. And plus, it's all apart of the strong bromance we've formed. He's never actually kissed me before but after he did last night, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Dude stop playing and leave so I can get dressed." I grumbled as I shoved past him and went into his bathroom.

"I'll wait for you downstairs." He called out as he shut the door. After he left, I turned to the mirror and stared at my reflection. I can't be gay. Why would I be? How can I be? I've had so many girlfriends. So many that I can't even count. I've always loved girls. And I'm most definitely not a virgin. Neither is Riley but you know, we have reputations. And I've never, ever, ever had feelings for him "that way". So why is it that when he kisses me, I can't stop thinking about his lips? How come I can't stop wishing that I could kiss him again? Maybe I was bi? No I can't be bi. The thought of kissing another dude other than Riley makes me gag. So maybe I was just bi for Riley?

I instantly cut off my thought process and splashed cold water in my face.

"Just forget about it. Stop thinking about it because even if you were, he'd never like you back. That I know because I know he's one hundred percent straight." I whispered to myself as I continued to splash my face with cold water. After I brushed my teeth, and took a fifteen minute shower, I walked out into his room with a towel hanging on my hips. I walked across his huge room to his closet to pick out some clothes because spending the night was kind of a last minute thing so I didn't bring clothes.