Teach Me To Be Gay (BoyxBoy)

Part Twelve

The whole day passes by and Kade still hasn't uttered a word on where he's taking me. I've tried everything. Everything. At first there was bribery, blackmail, seducing and leaving him hanging, and I even tried giving him the silent treatment, but the damned boy knows just how to push my buttons so much so that I can't help but give in. Isn't it meant to be the other way around?

And I swear, despite my hours worth of non-stop questioning, he still hasn't told me, which can only mean he's crazy. Or made of steel. Or something like that. But he's most definitely insane.

So, when six o'clock comes and he turns to face me, I look at him in confusion. Could this possibly be it? Could he actually be about to tell me-

"Go get ready."

So, I guess that's a no?

I stare at him for a second, and then heave a sigh. "I can't get ready if you don't tell me where we're going." Who knows? Maybe I'm pushing my luck a little, but it's definitely worth a try. All I really want right now is to know where we're going. Call me impatient, but I am not waiting another few hours or so just to find out.

"Go get ready, and then you'll see. Just another hour or so before we get to the first of our destinations. But if you don't hurry, we'll be late. So go!" I stare at him for a little while, just stare, wondering what on Earth he means by 'the first of our destinations'. After a moment, he uses his foot to push himself up off the wall he was leaning against, and then walks towards me, heaving an over-dramatic sigh on the way. "Fine then, I'll pick what you're wearing. Come on."

I still can't move though, so he ends up picking me up and hoisting me over his shoulder where he carries me up the stairs, two at a time. By the time we reach the top of the stairs, my head is pounding as an after affect of his jog.

Once we're inside my bedroom, he chucks me on the bed and I push myself up into a sitting position, just observing the way his muscles flex as he moves aside different articles of clothing, searching for something for me to wear. When he turns back to me, I just stare at him again. Seeing how frustrated this gets him, I decide to play a little game. And it pretty much consists of me doing nothing. Because boy do I love seeing Kade get frustrated? Trust me, he looks sexy when his eyes scrunch up as if he's trying to stop himself from lashing out.

I stare and stare, straight into his eyes, unblinking. Any minute now... "Do I have to put these damned things on you myself?" So maybe I wasn't thinking it would go exactly like that. But Hell, that's something I'd love to see. And so what do I do? I stare some more. "Fine. You wanna be like that, mate?" His Australian twang is delightful, making me practically melt as he storms forward, shoving me onto the bed.

 When he strips my trousers off in a hurry, I can feel some teasing words on the tip of my tongue, but seeing his frustration somehow stops me. As much as I love seeing him frustrated, I can't help but think that I've hurt him, as well as irritating him. "Kade," my voice is hesitant.

"I swear to God, if you-"

I hoist myself up and before he can say anything, I press my lips to his, firmly and surely. It effectively cuts off his threat and without letting him doing anything about it, I pull him back onto the bed, hovering above me. My hands rest at his hips as he quickly rests his on either side of my waist, giving him some support as he continues kissing me. What started off as a way to cut off a frustrated Kade (and get something out of it) has turned into something real.

When his tongue slips into my mouth, I'm too far into the kiss to try and bother stopping him from going further. All thoughts of the fact that we're in a rush are gone from my mind as our lips move in a sync that has my heart racing at a mile a minute. However, when he starts grinding against me, I snap out of it. In a desperate attempt to stop the movements, I grip his shoulders and push. But luck is obviously on my side as he continues as if nothing happened.