Teach Me To Be Gay (BoyxBoy)

Part Nine

Thursday morning. And I'm dreading the five classes I have ahead of me today. Sketching is up first, so I get out of bed early and make my way down stairs, helping myself to a crumpet and some coke. Sue me, I drink fizzy shit in the morning.

As I wait for my crumpet to toast, wishing it would hurry up, I feel two arms snake around my shoulder and lean back into Kade's chest, unfortunately covered with a T-shirt, seeing as he's dressed and ready for the day ahead. I smile, at least I have the day ahead with Kade by my side, despite the fact that I'm not exactly ready to come out yet. Hell, that lesson's not until much, much, much further down the line.

“Hey, Justin.” The way he says my name has my heart melting.

“Kadie.”

He chuckles at the strange nickname that escapes my lips. “You make me sound like a girl.”

“Yeah, my girl.” I twist around and give him a peck on the lips.

Just then, the toaster stops toasting and I grab my crumpets, spreading some butter onto them quickly before stuffing them into my mouth, not bothered that I look like a pig in front of a guy I like. I've always been a pig, no need to start changing now.

Funny thing is, I don't even feel self-conscious as his gaze stays on me, whilst I gulp down some coke and grab my bag from the floor beside me.

“Let's go.”

He grabs his bag and we walk outside. Waiting for him to get onto him motorbike, I strap on the helmet he passes me, then following his lead before he starts the bike. My hands sit on his waist and I wish I could be less afraid to let myself wrap my hands around his waist and lean into him. But that would result in questions, which means needing answers. And I'm not ready to give answers yet.

Throughout the whole ride to school, I'm just sitting behind him, wistfully staring into space. I wish the day could be over with, and it hasn't even begun. I mean, not that I hate university, but right now, every bone in my being has me wanting to wrap my arms around him, to be with Kade, to be able to kiss him, and not care what people think - which is bloody messed up.

"We're here." Kade's voice whispers sneakily into my ear as he gets off the bike, managing to make me jump slightly as I snap back to reality. What is it with Kade that makes me so nervous and excited just to be near him? Okay, well technically, it miiight be that humongous crush I seemed to have developed, but right now, at school, I have to forget about that.

We walk straight to sketching class, not bothering to stop and say hi to the rest of the guys, as we're almost late already. And just as our teacher starts the hour off, we slip in and take the thankfully spare seats at the back of the room. I guess people know we tend to sit here.

"Class, today, I want you, to all draw the person sitting next to you." He stares at us as we wait for more. "Well, go on! What are you waiting for?" See, that's the thing about Mr Ryans, he always just tells us to do our own thing, with barely any instructions.

And so, I look down at the blank piece of paper, and suddenly feel the need to liven it up with a picture of Kade, smiling. I remember back to that breath-taking smile he'd given me when he kissed me this morning, and get to work on drawing it.

I'm too absorbed in my work to hear the teacher's multiple attempts to get me to pack up and leave, until he eventually gives up and leaves the room. Leaving me. Alone. With Kade.

"Come on, Justie, we gots to go." But it goes in one ear and out the other. Hell, I don't even respond to the fucked up nickname he gives me. I'm too busy adding the finishing touches to those lips that I always want to feel on my own.

As two hands wrap around my waist, I automatically lean back into his chest, smiling despite myself. One more stroke of the pencil and I'm done.

I bend my arms back to cover Kade's eye, not caring that my arm's bent into an awkward position now. I can feel his eyelashes tickle my palm as his eyes flutter open. "You didn't see, did you?"

"See what?" He asks, confusion lacing his voice as I realise his eyes had been closed, so he can't have seen.

"Nothing." I turn to face him. "Keep your eyes closed." He nods, and I feel the tickle of his eyelashes against my palm again, before I take my hand away and slip the picture into a folder which I then slip into my bag, not wanting Kade to see at all. "You can open them."

His eyes flicker open before he looks around in confusion. "What was that for?" Oh damn, how do I explain this?

"Uh, no reason." I flash him an innocent smile and he smirks, quickly pecking my lips before leaning back again.

"You're so cute sometimes, Justie."

Then he starts to walk off as I stand still in shock. All-of-a-sudden, I'm chasing after him, screaming; "Oi! Don't call me Justie!"

Four lessons pass by, painstakingly slowly, and at the end of the day, all I want is to snuggle up besides Kade, which is still a weird concept to me as I'm still not used to the idea of being gay, despite the fact that I know I'm gay and Kade's probably figured it out by now – I mean, it is pretty obvious when we're alone. But still, I have to endure the fifteen minute ride on the back of Kade's motorbike, which I somehow manage to do without complaining.

As we near our home, I take the risk of wrapping my arms around Kade's waist and leaning into him, my head resting on his back. I wish I could do this all the time and just stay here forever.

We reach home and almost immediately I'm bolting it inside and running to the lounge where I throw myself on the sofa and wait for Kade to join me, knowing he will.

Minutes later, he still hasn't come into the room, so I force myself up off the sofa in search of him.

My heart starts to palpitate when I call out and get nothing in return and I start to think something has happened to him, and the concept worries me... a lot. When I hear water running from upstairs, I start to think of the worse; maybe he's slipped in the bath tub. Anything could've happened and now he isn't answering and I can't help but think that something happened and I can't live without him and- breathe, Justin, breathe.

When I get to the bathroom (after a furious sprint up the stairs), I push the door open without hesitation to see... Kade, just standing casually in the shower, washing himself without a care in the world... naked.