Flash Fiction

Anden and Carter

"Why are you so scared of letting yourself feel something for me?".

Anden, a guy I had been seeing for a while now, was for some reason refusing to let himself get close to me and tonight it had really hurt my feelings. He called me over and we hooked up and then as soon as we were finished he wanted me to leave.

"It feels like you're using me, Anden."

"Because I am!" Anden threw his hands up in frustration, "Carter, we're both using each other. That's the whole reason this even works,  because we both need something from the other.You need a strong male figure to show authority over you because of your twisted daddy issues, and I need someone I can fuck the shit out of to distract me from everything in my life that sucks"

"Bull.Shit." I huffed, "You can't pretend you're some soulless horny beast that's only interested in me for sex. I see how you look at me Anden, I'm not blind. You like me, I KNOW you like me. Why can't you let yourself feel that for just one fucking  second?"

Anden took a step closer to me, "If I could, I would, sugar. But trust me you are not my type, not that I would even actively seek out dating a guy in the first place."

I groaned and rolled my eyes, "Are you serious? Are you really gonna pull the internalized homophobia act with me? I know that we're in an all boys school and people fucking talk but since when are you someone to care about what other people think? I know that's not the reason you're acting like this. Every time we start to get closer in a non sexual way, you pull back. Why." I demanded.

He was again one step closer to me and breathing hot breath on my face now. "It wont. Work. Out."

I caught my breath and found it hard to focus, he was the exact height that made his lips level with my eyes. I stared right at them and spoke carefully, "Just... try" my hand reached out for his, but he drew back and turned away from me. Annoyed, I spun around and marched to the door, flinging it open to retreat home, only to have it slammed by an arm that had reached out from behind me.
I spun around to meet those lips again, only this time I had only a millisecond to stare before they came crashing into mine and I was swept off the ground by Anden's strong arms and set gently on the kitchen counter.

Our lips dared not disconnect, I reached for his neck, his arms, his waist, as my legs eagerly wrapped around his hips. My hands without thought reached for the zip on his pants, but resistantly Anden's hand met mine and interlocked our fingers. He kissed each of my fingers one by one and looked me on the eyes.

"I'm not ready to tell my parents... But when we're walking around at school, I'll put my hand in your back pocket. Deal? And if anyone calls you names, it'll be the last thing they ever do."

I grinned and brushed one of his long brown hairs behind his pierced ear. "Deal."