I am Absolutely, Positively NOT Gay. Am I? [boyxboy]

Chapter 1

“Jace! Jace, come on wake up! Jason! Come on! Jason Alex Mandeville wake up right now or so help me god I will sit on your face!” The voice of my rather impatient best friend broke through my dreams early Monday morning. I groaned and rolled over, opening my eyes to see his face inches away from mine.

“Do you mind? I’m trying to sleep and your voice has particularly grating quality to it this morning,” I mumbled sleepily, trying to push him off my bed in hopes that he would leave me alone but to no avail. Kyle was holding strong and I knew he would not be giving up any time soon. Letting out a frustrated sigh I sit up in my bed. Kyle has a smug smile plastered on his face and I want nothing more than to smack it off. I sit up and shiver as my bare chest gets hit by the cold air.

"Well hello there," I hear Kyle practically purr as his eyes drag over my naked chest. I laugh and this time I manage to push him off my bed. Kyle and I have been best friends since we were three and we have always been very ... touchy feely. Everyone around us is used to us constantly hugging each other, slapping each other’s butts, holding hangs, flirting, even the occasional kiss on the cheek. Everyone always asked us if we were gay, but we didn't care. The most important thing was we knew we weren’t.

Kyle sat up off the floor, eyes still trained on my chest, “When did you get so sexy,” he asked, amusement lit his gaze as his eyes traveled over me.

“I’ve always been sexy idiot,” I say arrogantly as I slide out of bed. The red digits of my alarm clock read 7:00AM meaning I still had half an hour to get ready before I had to drive to school with Kyle. Leaving him sprawled on my bedroom floor I go into my bathroom and start on my shower. I can't help thinking back to when Kyle and I first met fourteen years ago.

"Give it back! You meanie" I said as Kyle held up my truck high over my head. Even then he was a few inches taller and that still hasn't changed. After trying to jump up and reach it for a while I finally decided that tackling him to the ground would be a better idea. We both went toppling down in a flurry of fists and legs. The truck long forgotten as we wrestled on the ground of the school playground.

We didn't get every far before two teachers pulled us apart and dragged us into the office. While sitting in there we both look at each other and smile. "Friends?"

And ever since then, we've been inseparable.

Stepping out of the shower I wrapped a towel around my waist and stand in front of the bathroom mirror trying to fix my hair. Kyle is leaned against the door of the bathroom watching me, “I swear sometimes you’re such a girl. How long does it take for you to take a shower? You’ve been in there for like fifteen minutes!”

I ignore him, being used to him teasing me, and move back into my bedroom, Kyle tagging along. My bedroom isn’t very big. Just large enough to hold a bed, my desk and a flat screen TV mounted on the wall. My closet on the other hand is huge! I open the double doors and step into my own personal heaven. Yes I’m a guy, but excuse me if I like fashion a little too much. I pull on black skinny jeans, a white button up top and a black tie to go with it. I roll up the sleeves of my top up to my elbows. 

Walking out of my closet I finally take a good look at what Kyle is wearing and groan, “Really Kyle? You look like you got ran over by a steamroller. Shirt off. Now.” I command. Kyle is a naturally large boy. He’s around 6’0” tall with a head of long black hair that needs to be cut. Years of football, soccer and hockey have given him rather impressive muscles. He is currently wearing red skinny jeans with a green shirt that just makes me want to strangle him.

“If you wanted to get me naked all you had to do is ask. No need to make excuses,” Kyle says, pulling off his shirt slowly trying to put on a show. His sexy act is failing miserably and I point that out to him as I walk over to one of my wardrobes. Kyle is way too big to fit into any of my clothes. I wasn’t exactly scrawny, but compared to his form I might as well have been. Luckily Kyle spent enough time here for me to have some of his clothes. Rummaging through a drawer I finally find what I was looking for.

“Shut up and put this on,” I said handing him a black shirt rolling my eyes at his earlier comment. I had no intention of 'getting him naked' as he so blatantly put it. Although, looking at his shirtless form now I had to admit he did look incredibly sexy. Woah Jace. Where did that come from? You have a girlfriend, remember Mindy? Yes that's right. Think of her. She has a nice body. Not as nice as Kyle's. Holy shit Jason. You are not gay. And he's your best friend. Stop it!

I felt finger enclose around my chin and my head was being pulled up, "Are you okay?" Kyle asks. He was close now, no longer shirtless and I give him a reassuring smile.

"Fine, just tired is all," I answered, trying to sound convincing. Kyle hugged me close and sighed. "I swear sometimes you are such a girl."

"I think you've already used that insult," I said, my voice muffled by Kyle's chest. This was nice, familiar, I was used to this by now. The PDA, the hugging. It wasn't new. It was just Kyle being Kyle. Clingy and overprotective. So then why did it suddenly feel nice. Stop it!

“Let’s go to school,” I grumbled, pushing Kyle away and walking out of my bedroom. He looks a little hurt, but mostly curious. I had never had a problem with him hugging me before, not that I did now, but I didn’t usually push him away like that. Suddenly feeling bad and walk back and take his hand, reassuring him that I wasn’t mad, and then proceed to pull him out of my room and down the stairs.

I know something is wrong the second I see that my parents are waiting for us in the living room. Kyle squeezes my hand and gives me a worried look; he knows this is bad just as much as I do. Together we walk into the living room and sit on the couch opposite my parents.

“What’s going on?” I asked, trying to search their eyes for anything that might give it away. They’re faces were blank and unreadable and uneasiness built up in my stomach. What was going on.

“Jason. We’re so sorry but you’re father’s company transferred him and, well, what we mean to say is that…” My mother trailed off, unable to continue.

“Mom?” I say weakly, refusing to believe it. Kyle pulled me close, knowing where this was heading. There was no way. No possible way this was happening. I couldn’t just leave my friends behind. Leave Kyle behind. We’ve been friends for fourteen years, I couldn’t be moving away. Maybe this was a joke. Maybe cameras would pop up out of nowhere and strangers would tell me that we had just been pranked. We would have a nice laugh and move on with our lives. But my father quickly ruined that with his next words.

“We’re moving.”  

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Picture of Jace on the right ------>>>

I feel this chapter is too short but it doesn't feel right to continue it soo meh :\