Teach Me To Be Gay (BoyxBoy)

Part Eight

 “Lesson number one.”

“I am not doing lessons with you.”

“Oh, so you'll do them with another guy?”

“That's not what I meant.”

“What did you mean then?”

I sigh, no matter what he says, he will not convince me to sit down and listen to his voice lecturing me on how to be gay. I'm pretty sure that's not what I was trying to imply when I asked him to teach me to be gay.

I give him 'the look' telling him that he's being stupid.

“Ooh, sassy! I don't think you'll do too bad.”

“What the fuck, man?”

“I mean, you already have the attitude, it shouldn't take long to teach you the rest of the stuff.”

I give him 'the look' again, not caring that I probably look gay. Well Hell, isn't that the point anyway? “I. Am. Not. Taking. Lesson.”

He starts laughing. “Wait, mate, did you think I was gonna have you sit down and listen to me droning on for hours on end?”

As he continues to laugh, I give him a completely bewildered look. In all honesty, that's exactly what I've been thinking. Eventually, his laughter dies down to a chuckle, alongside the occasional hiccup.

“Dude, I-” he hiccups, “I didn't mean it like that. Come on, I'm not that boring, am I?”

He hiccups again, causing a chuckle to escape my lips.

All-of-a-sudden, he starts walking towards me, slowly, tauntingly as he stares me right in the eye. I gulp, my Adam's apple bopping. But in a way, as much as I hate to admit it, it excites me, having him walk to me like he has a plan of things he wants to do to me. Having him look at me in a way that makes my eyes smoulder just from the intenseness of his gaze. The looks he's giving me, it's like he could devour me whole, and it has my stomach erupting into a whole load of butterflies. And I like it. Hell, I love it.

My breaths come out more raspy with each step he takes closer to me. He's so close, I could reach out and touch him.

“I need some help.” His voice is a whisper that send shivers down my spine and tingles through my whole body – and he isn't even touching me.

Before I can take in what he's doing, his lips are on mine, and he's biting at my bottom lip, immediately wishing for entrance. Which I grant him without a second thought. Because believe it or not, I need him just as much as he needs me... if not more.

Our tongues meet and this time, I'm a whole lot less afraid than I've ever been, to kiss him back. I agreed to this. I asked for this. I want to be gay. With him. A guy. My best mate.

My breaths come out as gasps as Kade cuts of the kiss. And I want so much more. But right now, I don't know if I'm ready for more, despite my blatant need for it.

He grins sheepishly up at me as I give him a wide-eyed, confused look, as if to say 'dude, what was that for?'.

“A new trick for getting rid of hiccups?” He offers the suggestion and I roll my eyes. Although, surprisingly, the hiccups are now gone, but it's still a crap excuse. Even though it ended up with a kiss.

Right now, as he looks to the ground out of pure sheepishness, I realise just how adorable my friend looks. It's crazy how one minute he can be completely sexy and the next, the cutest thing to walk the Earth.

I can't help myself as I tilt his chin up, holding it just by the tip of my thumb as I stare him straight in the eyes. His piercing blue eyes gaze right back at me, holding me in a trance. He's so hypnotising it's like he's a magician or something. You know, the ones that hold a clock or something in front of your eyes and your eyes suddenly can't move from it as it swings back and forth, completely holding you in a trance you can't seem to get out of. Well, Kade's eyes are like the clock that I can't seem to look away from.

And then, I lean forward, extremely slowly, keeping him hanging just a little longer, like he always manages to do with me. My breath fans his face and his fans mine, getting me too hot and bothered for my own good. An inch separates our lips, when I see his eyes flickering closed and I follow suit, just as our lips touch.

All the sounds of the cars from the street nearby drown away, I can't hear the birds outside the window or the rain pattering on the rooftop far above us. Everything seems far away as I focus on the feel of his lips on mine.

Pushing him back down, so he's pinned down onto the sofa, I graze my chest against his, the kiss deepening considerably.

Only once I've pulled his shirt off and he's pulled off mine, both of our chests bare and creating a friction as they touch, do I realise what I'm doing. And that I'm not ready to go any further. Hell, I've probably taken it way too far already.

My voice is husky and rough as I breathe out; “Lesson one; kissing a guy.”