Climax

Curiosity Made Carl Gay 13

Carl

"You're awake." I yawn and study Terry's face in the morning sunlight. He is sitting up propped on pillows, phone in hand.

He rolls his eyes. "It's almost eleven." His naked chest shines bright in the light. Yesterday night feels like a dream now. We were talking well into the night. I don't know when we slept. It's like talking in the text, but more. I could cuddle and hear his smile and laugh. He kept saying I had rocked his world with one hand job. He has rocked mine without any Js.

"How are you feeling?" I touch his knee.

"My whole body hurts. I took those painkillers. If you lend me a shirt and shorts that would be great. I should go. Mom will be worried." Terry takes my hand and keeps it in his. As if he already knows that I am gonna object.

"Whoa.. slow down. Breakfast first. I'll get you something to wear and check what mom is making." I don't know how to tell him not to go to his house. How can he think it's safe to go to a place where an angry man can shove him around anytime he likes? I need some adult advice, pronto.

"I don't think any of yours will fit. Maybe we should wash mine?" Terry gets up. He just put back his boxers but his shirt is a mess. It took a load off of him last night.

"Come here, I'll show you something." I jump up to open the closet and roll out the crate.

"What is this?"

"Shirts and pants. When I grow out of a size, I keep one of my favorite sets as a memory. This is seventeen years worth of memories." The crate has three shelves each one is a matrix of small squares, each with a year on the side. I love this crate. It's proof that we change. Not just physically. Some of my favorites make me cringe now.

Terry opens the last shelf and takes out a rolled out blue cloth.

"Onesie." He says in awe. "You wore it. Oh my God. Baby Carl... Kill me now."

I blush. "Stop teasing and figure out something to wear. I'll check on mom and be back."

In the bright daylight, I'm not able to satisfy my natural instinct to kiss him. All the way to the kitchen, I wonder why.

"Mom, are you cooking anything nice for brunch?" I ask when I spot her near the stove.

Dad is in his chair, sipping coffee.

"What do you mean? She always cooks nice." Dad cuts in before mom could react.

"I meant fancy. Something like... English muffin benedict...," once mom made it for dad's birthday. "Like with olives and spinach and tomato and nicely done egg yolks.."

They both stare at me.

"Why the fuck would I do that?" Mom asks.

"I have a guest." I say, glaring. "It's just a breakfast, not a three course meal mom, don't give me that face!"

"DAD.... Did you know Carl went out on a date with a GUY????" Fio screams as she comes running in.

From the looks of it she is just coming back from her sleep over and she could not wait to share the news. Gossip Maniac!

"What?" Mom looks at me with raised eyebrows.

"Who is the boy in your room trying on your sixth grade track shirt?" Harry asks, striding in.

Perfect. When did he come? He said he's gonna come next weekend. Wait, is Terry trying my track shirt? I smile. It's red and sleeveless with numbers in glitter glue.