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shot fifteen: hot chocolate and downton abbey

It wasn't awkward even though I was gay. I mean this is what the two of us liked to do on a Friday night. We were curled up together on the sofa watching Downton Abbey, our hot chocolate mugs on the floor so that the dog could help with the process of cleaning them.

David and I were always like this, doing the gayest things ever. My head was on his chest and his was on top of mine, and even though I kind of had a crush on him and he was straight, we still hung out together like two good friends do—except we were three minutes away from finishing the last season.

As the episode concluded, we both had tears in our eyes that we were wiping away, and I was trying to ignore the fact that my gaydar was beeping like nobody's business. However, I ignored it, because I thought it was just my crush on him that was making me like this. And then his head was on top of mine again, and we sighed. He was talking softly about how he thought it should have ended, and I was only listening to his beautiful voice, and feeling his chest moving and vibrating against my hair. But he stopped talking, and I frowned a little. And we just lay there together and existed.

And then his hand came down onto my chest, and then stroked my cheek, and shivers rocketed down my body, and I looked down at his hand and this whole innocent friendship thing melted away with one look. My gaze moved from his hand to his lips to his eyes, and his lips collided with mine.

My breath hitched as I kissed back, and felt his lips moving against mine. And my dreams had been made reality. We kissed for a good thirty seconds, his hand cupping my cheek.

When our lips parted, he was smiling and looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world, and my heart was fluttering out of control.

"Alex, I'm sorry, I-I—"

I raised an eyebrow. He was leading me on. I knew it was too good to be true. "What were you.. were you leading me—"

"No. No I wouldn't never do that," he blushed a deep crimson, visible even in the low light that was on while we were binge watching Downton Abbey.

"What I was going to say was better than that. I was going to say... I was going to say that... that I'm gay," his eyes spilled over and he smiled.

I wrapped my arms around him, and he hugged me back.

"Am I the first person you've told?"

"Yes," he murmured into my ear, and I felt tears spill down his cheeks.

I wrapped my arms around him and he smiled into my neck. "Thanks for telling me. I know how hard it is... to come out."

"Y-yeah."

"Well, you didn't have to kiss me, but like, I'm glad that you're at least hein honest with yourself."

His mouth curled into a smile, and I raised an eyebrow. "Um?"

"You're really not seeing what I'm trying to say are you?" He grinned.

"You're gay. Is that it?" I said, blush coming onto my cheeks.

"No, dummy. I like you. That's what I'm trying to say," he smiled a little.

"Oh well in that case," I started but I didn't get to finish because he'd kissed me again, as I was kissing back. I'd also forgotten what I was going to say.