Is He... Gay!? (boyxboy)

Chapter 23

*GRANT'S POV*

I sit at the table and stir my hot chocolate; It always makes me feel better.

I just don't know what to do. I have this great boyfriend who wants all of me but I'm so far gone for James that I can't even think about what he wants.

I walk back into the living room and see Kyle sitting on the couch with his hands in his pants.

"Can you turn the air off? It's really cold in here.", he says still looking at the tv screen.

I sigh and turn it off then walk back to the couch and sit next to him. Since I'm leaning on the other arm rest, I have a perfect view of him; he's really cute.

I always liked the way his mouth curved into a smirk whenever he was just relaxing.

I looked down his body and realizing he's really toned, much toner than James.

James is beautiful; the curve of his body looks like it will mold perfectly with my body.

God, look at me; thinking of James when I'm staring at my boyfriend.

Why does James deserve my thoughts anyways? He doesn't want anything to do with me. He made sure not to speak to me, but made sure to speak to Maya. After everything that we did together, after leaving after kissing me like that? How the fuck does he get to do that?!

"Grant, you okay?", I look up realizing that I was still sitting across from Kyle and sigh, "yeah, I'm fine.", I probably looked like a train wreck right now.

It's all because of James.

I look back up at Kyle and he's still looking at me with a curious face.

He has his lips poked out and his hands still in his pants.

I lick my lips, feeling an urge I haven't felt in a while. I slowly get up and crawl my way on top of Kyle, kissing him on his forehead. I wanted him. I needed him... to help me move on from James.

I kissed him on the lips, tugging on his hair. He groans into my mouth and I compare his to James.

I kiss him harder to rip James out of my head and pull him onto my lap. He has his arms around my neck and biting his lip. I won't be gentle with him; James liked the gentleness.

I hope he can handle it.

I flip us over so I'm on top and rip his shirt right off. He's looking at me with questioning eyes, but I can tell he doesn't want to ask anything; afraid I might stop. See, he' been wanting to give me his virginity for a while now, but I'm only giving in because I have to. I have to forget about James. Shit, he's taking my virginity too.

I kiss down his neck and make sure to keep his back arched by placing an arm under him. I move down until I'm kissing his stomach. I look up at him ands ee the lust in his eyes.

I smirk and stand up, "Turn over."

He looks at me, "Wait, here? And can you please be gentle?"

"Yes here, and I can't promise you anything.", I say flipping him over.

I tear his pants off and pull him close to my body. He's trying his best not to moan too loudly and the little sounds he's making only makes me want him more.

I push down my pants and boxers, my manhood flinging out, and place him right above it.

I slowly push in, after putting on protection, and grab onto his hips.

This is all I needed to forget about James, this is all I ever needed.

I thrust into him harder and faster; he's long forgotten about holding in his moans.

I bite my lip, trying to hold in my orgasm and close my eyes.

The only face I see is james when I let out everything in me.

I collapse on top of Kyle and he's breathing just as hard as I am.

"Who... who's James?", He says looking at me breathlessly.

"No one." I say, trying to hold him. He looks at me and sits up.

After sex, he seems a lot angrier than usual.

"Yeah, that doesn't seem like it since you just said his name right before you came all in me.", he says crossing his arms.

Fuck.

I rub the back of my head and sigh, "Babe, listen. He's a nobody. Just thought about something he did and I guess his name came out instead of yours.", I say really hoping he'd believe me.

"yeah, well that better be it, Grant. I swear if you're cheating on me, it's done.", He turns around and hops out of bed, probably going to take a shower.

I lay back o the bed and flip on the TV, it's the news.

The anchor lady is talking about a fatal car crash that happened earlier.

The car flipped about three times before hitting a tree.

The person who hit the car has gotten away and is not known at the moment.

They show views of the crash; my breath catches in my throat.

I see a car, then another. Then I see a body being carried on a stretcher.

With almost white blondish hair.