Race was bored. He was so terribly bored and he wanted to die. All of his friends were busy except one. This one friend, however, was amazing. Race could stare into his eyes forever. But Race wasn't gay, of course, that's what he told himself.
Race felt as if his parents were testing him, though, because no one was home and just the other day he was grounded. He could have one friend over, just one.
Race groaned again and let his face fall into one of his many pillows. After a couple minutes of thought, he picked up his phone. He found the paper with Spot's phone number on it, dialing into his phone.
The phone rang once, twice, three times before Spot picked up.
"Hello" The voice asked curiously. "Hey, S-Spot. I, um, was wondering if you'd like to come over, maybe?" Race said, stuttering only a little. "You know ya folks hate me" Spot stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and in a way, it was. "They aren't ho-" "I'll be there in five".
Race hung up, a smile on his face. Spot wasn't one of his close friends, but he loved hanging out with him. The way his eyes lit up, his cute smile-WAIT, WHAT?! Race let his head fall in his hands. 'Maybe I'm not straight' Race thought, sighing.
He soon heard a knock on his door. He jumped up and rushed down the huge flight of stairs and opened the door quickly. He looked Spot up and down. He was wearing a tank top that showed off his muscles that he earned from playing football and jeans that hugged him in all the right places. He had plain black shoes.
Spot smirked, his face somewhat red. "Soooo, can I come in?" Spot asked, chuckling slightly. Race snapped out of his daze, blushed deeply, and nodded. He moved out of the way and closed the door for Spot.
"Nice house" Spot stated. Spot had never been to his house, they always hung over at Spot's. "Thanks" "I'M HUNGRY" Spot let his shell crack and his silly side out. "I'll make spaghetti" Race replied almost immediately.
Spaghetti was Spot's favourite thing for Race to make, especially when they didn't have enough and had to share. He liked it because they had to sit close and sometimes they'd fight over a piece of it.
Spot smiled, sitting on the counter. Race could tell he was in deep thought. Race only had one question on his mind. "Spotty?" He asked randomly, snapping the other boy out of thought.
Spot hummed in response. "H-How...How'd you know y-you were like...g-gay?" Race asked quietly, his going red. Spot cleared his throat, thinking for a moment.
"Well, I realized that I wasn't like all the other guys who would talk about girls and crushes on girls and how hot girls were. I was in denial though, that's why two years ago I started dating, like, every girl. But one day, I saw this really pretty guy, and I had seen him before many times and talked to him, but it hit me that I really liked him" Spot explained, looking at Race.
Race nodded, feeling a bit of jealousy in his stomach. 'Jealous?! Why would I be jealous? Nope, never' Race thought to himself. He looked at Spot, smiling. "Thanks". Spot hummed, his feet kicking back and forth.
Once Race finished, he handed Spot a bowl of spaghetti and led him up to his room. Spot sat at a random desk, eating his food quickly. Race chuckled and sprawled out on his bed.
Spot looked over, and all he could think about was him laying on top of Race, giving him the time of his life. He finished his food and walked over to Race's bed.
Race looked beautiful to Spot. He was wearing a loose shirt with Spiderman on it and sweat pants. Some of his stomach was showing. His eyes gazed through his eyelashes and stared right back at Spot.
Spot tackled him into a hug, touch deprived. Race chuckled, pulling Spot close to him. Spot remember something about Race.
He was ticklish.
And if you think Spot was gonna pass up this opportunity, you're wrong. Spot's hands slowly made their way up Race's body, making him blush.
Without a warning, Spot began to tickle Race, him screeching loudly. He laughed until their were tears going out of his eyes and he couldn't breathe. He pushed Spot off him, pinning him down to the bed, making Spot even more turned on then he was already.
Spot flipped the two, so he was on top. He smirked as Race's face turned red. "It's so easy to make you blush, Racer" Spot chuckled. Race shook his head. "I could easily make you blush" Race said, making Spot immediately shake his head. "Nah, I never blush".
"Oh yeah?" Race asked, then he switched their positions, and pushed Spot into the board of the bed. He grinded on Spot, earning a loud moan from the other. Spot began panting as Race continued. He could hear him mumbling in Italian which was a major turn on.
Race caught on to this. He moved his hand to Spot's pants, unbuttoning them and ripping them off as he whispered Italian words into Spot's ear. Spot was already a mess of moans, and he really wanted to hear Race's.
He flipped their positions, and made his way to Race's neck. He began leaving a trail of marks and ripped Race's shirt off, causing him to moan loudly.
They both wanted more, and that's what they got that night.
BONUS:
Race walked into school, Spot's letterman jacket was comfortable on him. He didn't bother hiding the hickeys, Spot said he wanted people to know that Race was his. His group whistled and cheered when he walked over to them. Jack told him to make sure he takes care of his little bro. Race, of course, said he would.
It was a good day for Race and he sure did fucking love Spot.
