Saving Liam (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 6-I Think I'm Gay

Hey! I'm sorry to have made you all wait so long! I honestly hadn't even realized that it had literally been months since you had seen an update on this story.  This is a short chapter, a filler chapter really, but necessary nonetheless. Sorry if it bores you guys a bit. Vote.Comment.Enjoy!

Chapter 6-I Think I'm Gay

            After an hour or so of kicking my soccer ball at the fence, the urge to go talk to Liam overwhelmed me and I headed inside. I found him sitting on the couch hugging his knees. He was facing the television like he was watching, and it concerned me when I saw that it wasn’t even turned on. He had a faraway look on his face and it scared me. “Hey.” I said lamely as I knelt in front of him so that he had to look down at me. Or he would have had to but he just continued to stare at the TV. with a blank expression on his face. He looked so lost and I wanted to help him but I didn’t know how.

             “How did it happen?” I asked and he looked down at me with soft eyes.

             “She was just old, she went in her sleep.”

             “At least she went peacefully,” I said.

             “Yeah at least her son-in-law didn’t gun her down in her living room.” He laughed bitterly and without humor. I was really concerned as I looked up at his captivating eyes.

               “That is not what I meant.”

               “No, I don’t suppose it was, they never mean it. I’m like a ticking time bomb though, don’t say the wrong thing or Liam might start yelling at you.” He was talking in third person now…weird…

                “Is that what the kids at your old school said?”

               “You have no fucking idea how hard it was to live in that town. I was never just Liam Michaels…I was always Liam Michaels the son of a mass murderer….Liam Michaels the kid who watched his family die…Liam Michaels the freak who randomly cried in homeroom, the kid who probably had issues…Liam Michaels the unapproachable social reject who was forever forced to live in the shadow of what his father had done, swimming in the loss of his family.” By the time he was done, tears had formed at the corners of my eyes. I recalled that he lived in a small town, even in a big city that would probably follow you but I can’t imagine how hard that had been.

                 “I’m so sorry,”

                  “I know, they all were too. They felt the need to remind me of it every day by telling me that too. I couldn’t get away from it, it followed me like a cloud over my life. My friends couldn’t handle it, I became an outcast. They all left me when I needed them most!” He burst into tears and I was lost on what to do. So I did the only thing that I could do. I crawled onto the couch and pulled him into my chest. He stiffened at first but then he relaxed sobbing into me. After a few minutes his sobs quieted to sniffles. “Shit. What am I doing? You don’t care.” He said trying to sit up but I tightened my grip on him.

                   “Of course I care.”

                   “But you said-”

                  “I know what I said, and I know what I meant. Believe me when I say that those are two very different things.”

                  “I don’t know what to say…”

                 “Don’t say anything, Liam, don’t say anything.” I pressed my lips to his in a slow and deliberate kiss. He leaned further into me and tried to deepen the kiss but I wouldn’t let him. For some reason I needed a little more of this. I had never had a kiss quite like this. It was different in a few ways, I mean obviously I was kissing a guy and that was fairly new to me but that wasn’t the main difference.

                  This was a slow and sweet kiss. It was comforting, it wasn’t filled with lust and we weren’t trying to frantically rip each other’s clothes off. This held a meaning that no kiss had ever held for me. It wasn’t about sex or satisfaction it was about reassurance. It wasn’t rushed and there was no need to go further. This was simply about one person letting the other know that they are there for them. That is something that I have never shared with anyone before and it felt damn good.

                   I had never ever kissed a girl without the immediate intention and desire of having sex with her. I had never kissed a girl to kiss her because I cared, it had always been about her body and it was always just in the heat of the moment. It never meant anything. There was never any true passion or emotion behind it. It was never human nature it was always just sexual. To be honest, if I hadn’t had this kiss with Liam, I would have never guessed that I was missing out on something. I would never have thought that being emotional could be a good thing.

                   Shit. I think I’m gay.

                   Liam pulled back breathing heavily and I couldn’t blame him. I had become so lost in my thoughts, in that kiss, that I hadn’t really been breathing at all. Usually when you were out of breath like this after kissing, it was because you had just experienced an intense and heated make out session. Well that was what it meant when it came to me. I didn’t normally do emotions exactly.

                   “Wow.” Liam breathed resting his head back against my chest. My thoughts echoed his, wow indeed….

                   We laid like that for twenty minutes in silence and it felt nice to just have the human contact. When we heard the front door close we leapt apart and stared at the TV. “Boys?” My mom’s voice came.

                    “In here.” I called. She rounded the corner and relief washed over her features. I knew that she had been expecting the worst. She had probably expected tears and maybe even a suicide attempt. That is what I am sure she was worried about when she called me. She wasn’t really that far off base either though. I had to give her credit for that one.

                     “Is everything okay here?” She said looking between us.

                      “Yeah, I think that we will be okay.” I looked at Liam reassuringly and to ask him silently if we would in fact be okay. He nodded in answer to my unasked question.

                      “Good, any particular reason that you are watching a blank television screen?” She eyed us like we were from outer space.

                       “There was nothing good on and we thought we would take the opportunity to get to know each other a little better.” I lied smoothly and easily. A genuine smile came to her face as a sign of approval in our efforts to make the best of this.

                       “That’s nice, I’ll go start dinner.” She turned and left us alone.

                        I stood up and gestured for Liam to follow me upstairs to my room and he did. I shut my door behind us, turning the lock just to be safe. “Liam,”

                         “Yes?”

                         “I think I’m gay.” I whispered hurriedly before stepping forward and quickly placing a hand on both sides of his face. Before he could blink I pressed my lips to his. His lips were still at first and then he realized what was happening and he hurried to kiss me back. In my head, some part of me knew that this was wrong. But right now I couldn’t help but feel how right this was. His arms circled around my neck and we just stood there for a few minutes as we explored the wonderful worlds of each other’s mouths. I pulled back and he looked up at me.

                        “Andrew,”

                       “Yes?”

                       “I think I’m gay too.”

So...is it safe to say that Liam has some serious issues...? Comment!