Coming Out

Part Five

I wake up to something moving off my chest. I open my eyes and watch Jorge sit up slowly, trying not to wake me up. He rubs his hands over his face and yawns. 

"You're so beautiful," I blurt out. He snaps his head towards me. 

"Thank you," He blushes. "I didn't know you were awake."

"I was up all night with your goddamn snoring," I laugh. He doesn't snore and I slept better last night than I have in weeks, but he doesn't need to know that.

"I don't snore," He laughs. I pull him back down into my chest.

"Go back to sleep. It's too early," I close my eyes with my arms wrapped around Jorge, tight. 

"I would love to, but I'm about to piss my pants," He untangles my arms from around him and sits up. "So, unless you want me to pee in your bed, I suggest you let me go." 

I groan but let him get up. I watch him walk to the bathroom that's connected to my room. When he closes the door I sit up and check the time: eleven thirty. I stand up and grab two towels from the closet and walk to the bathroom.

When I open the door I see Jorge staring at his neck in the mirror. He's looking at the hickeys I left last night at the party. I laugh and hug him from behind.

"My mom's going to kill me," He looks at me through the mirror. "Just so you know."

I spin him around and kiss him lightly. 

"You have morning breath," Jorge scrunches up his nose.

"Well, you have day old alcohol breath," I kiss his cheek. I set the towels on the counter and pull out my toothbrush. In the cabinet I find a new one and hand it to Jorge. He smiles and thanks me. We brush our teeth next to each other. For the first time ever I got to look in the mirror and watch my boy do something so simple, like brushing his teeth. I hope I get to do this with him forever. 

"Shower with me?" I ask when we finished brushing out teeth. I put his toothbrush next to mine in the holder and smile to myself. 

"Okay," Jorge blushes and pulls the sweater he was wearing last night over his head. I pull my boxers down and turn on the water. I wait for it to get warm and when it does I turn around to tell Jorge. 

I smile at the small, naked boy in front of me and pull him into me. I kiss him lightly before pulling him into the shower with me. Jorge stands under the water, letting it drip down his face and body.

"How are you feeling?" I ask remembering how drunk he was last night.

"I'm okay," He turns around to face me and pushes his wet water out of his face. "I have a little bit of a headache, but it's fine."

"Do you remember everything from last night?" I ask wondering if I should remind him about our talk before bed and that we told each other 'I love you'.

"Yes," He smiles at me and rests his head on my chest. He looks up at me. "I love you," He says slowly. 

"I love you," I lean down and kiss him. 

I help Jorge wash his body, leaving him kisses here and there. When I'm done, he returns the favor and washes mine. When we're finished washing our hair, I turn off the water and hand Jorge a towel. He thanks me and when we're done drying off we go to my room.

"Can I borrow some clothes?" Jorge shivers. 

"Yeah, baby," I pull out a sweater for him followed by some boxers and a pair of sweatpants. It's all too big for him but he looks cute and comfortable. I put a t-shirt and and pair of sweats on too. "Are you hungry?" 

"Yeah."

"Okay, come on," I take his hand and lead him downstairs. When we get to the kitchen, I notice my mom and dad sitting at the table. My mom's working on the computer and my dads reading a book. I let go of Jorge's hand without thinking, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Who's this?" My mom asks. The only one of my friends she's met is Drew.

"Oh, uh, this is Jorge, my friend," My parent's don't even look up, but I watch Jorge's face drop. Everything that was said last night comes rushing back. I sigh and grab two bananas. I tug on Jorge's sleeve and he follows me upstairs. When I close the door and turn around, Jorge's already sitting on my bed, staring at the ground.

"I thought that after last night-" 

"I know. I just panicked. I'm so sorry," I sit on the bed next to Jorge. "I've never done this before."

"I know," He gives me a small smile, but I can see that his eyes are brimmed with tears. 

"How did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"How did you come out?" I take his hand and rub the back of it with my thumb. 

"I guess I never really did," He looks at me. "I don't know. I just never felt like it was something that I needed to announce to the world. Everyone just kind of knew when I started dating guys or assumed when I went out for cheerleading." 

"Oh."

"I guess that puts even more pressure on you because I've never done this before either," He gives me a small smile. "However you want to do it is up to you, but when I did it I was just there and was like, 'oh, by the way I'm gay' and everyone accepted it."

"Okay," I feel like I'm going to throw up. 

I think Jorge can sense how nervous I'm getting because he climbs into my lap and wraps his arms around me. "You don't have to do it today. I understand if you can't." He rests his head in my neck. 

"Okay."

"Okay, what?"

"Let's go," I sit up. I grab Jorge's hand and we walk together out my bedroom door and downstairs to the kitchen. 

I take a deep breath when we stop in front of my parents.

"Actually, Jorge's my boyfriend." My parents look up at me. I can't tell what they're thinking or what they're going to do. I feel a tight squeeze on my hand and look down at Jorge. He's already smiling up at me. 

"Okay," My mom goes back to typing on the computer. I sigh in relief. I look at my dad.

"Benji, we love you," He smile at me. "Nothing else matters."

I look at Jorge and pull him into my chest. I wrap my arms around him and hold him for a minute. I can't believe it. I told my parents. I don't have to hide anymore, at least not here. 

"Okay, well we're going to go upstairs, then," I pull away from Jorge, but keep my hand tightly wrapped in his. 

"Oh, um," My dad starts. "Just make sure you guys are being safe."

"Nope. We're not doing this," I pull a laughing Jorge up the stairs.