Jorge stirs when I get up to go to the bathroom. I tried to hold it as long as I could, but I had been laying under him, wide awake, for two hours. He needed his sleep after last night and considering how drunk he was, he's going to feel like shit when he wakes up.
After I finish in the bathroom, I go downstairs and grab a glass of water and pain medicine for Jorge. When I walk back up to my room, Jorge's sitting up with his face in his hands.
"Are you okay?" I walk over to him and set the drink and medicine on the nightstand next to him. I sit on the edge of the bed and put my hand on his thigh.
"My head hurts," Jorge whines. He looks up from his hand only to go right back to it when the brightness from outside hurts his head.
"Here," I walk over to the window and close the blinds. My room goes dark so I turn on a lamp next to the bed so I can still see Jorge.
"Thank you," Jorge takes the medicine I left him and gulps down the rest of the water. "Cuddle me," He groans and lays back down.
I lay down next to him, on my back, and pull him onto my chest.
"I can't tell if you're mad or not."
"I'm not mad," I run my fingers though his hair.
"You should be," Jorge sighs.
"Did you mean what you said?" I close my eyes and try not to think about what will happen if he says yes. "About how the only reason we're together is for sex."
"No. If it was all about sex you wouldn't have picked me up last night or held me while I cried. You wouldn't have rubbed my back when I was throwing up or taken a bath with me." Jorge's voice cracks.
"I love you and I love having sex with you, but that's not what it's about for me," I lift his chin up so he's looking at me.
"I know. It's not for me either," Jorge rubs his eyes. "I only said that because I didn't want to just hookup in the back of your car. I know now it wasn't going to be like that, but I didn't know at the time."
"That's fair. That's how it always was before." I lean down and kiss his cheek. "Things are different now, though."
"I know," Jorge sighs.
"Baby, come here." I pull Jorge up so he's sitting on my lap straddling me. I pile pillows behind me so I can sit up too. "I don't think you understand what you mean to me."
Jorge just looks at me and shakes his head slowly.
"You are the fist thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think about when I go to bed," Jorge looks down at his lap but I pull his head up so he looks at me. "Everything I do is for you. Every football game or test I take at school. When you're not with me my heart literally hurts. It's killing me that I can't kiss you in the hallways or hold you hand when we walk to lunch and I promise I'm working on that."
"I know you are," Jorge rubs his hands up and down my arms. "I'm so proud of you. I see how hard you're trying."
"I just want it to be you and me forever," I let a small tear run down my cheek before brushing it away quickly. "I don't even know how to explain it. You just take up my every thought."
Jorge lays his head on my chest and hugs me tightly. "I'm in love with you, Benji," He whispers.
We lay like that for a while, just enjoying the feeling of holding each other so close. After a while, he sits up and looks at me.
"What's up?" I brush the hair out of his face.
"Do you think that maybe we could go on that date tonight?" He gives me a small smile and looks down.
"You want to?" I smile at him.
"Yes. So bad," He nods his head and blushes.
"Okay, well why don't I take you to your house in a little bit so you and I can get ready, and then I'll pick you up," I kiss his cheek. "Like a real date."
Jorge leans down and kisses me. "I'm so happy with you, Benji."
"I'm happy with you, baby."
We cuddle for a while and then I drive him to his house so I can get ready and set everything up.
"I'll pick you up at eight," I sarcastically wink at him.
"Don't wink at me," Jorge laughs, unbuckling his seat belt.
"What?" I laugh. "I thought you liked me." I sniffle and pretend cry.
"You're so stupid," Jorge laughs and leans over to kiss me. I hold his cheeks and kiss him softly.
"I love you."
"I love you," Jorge smiles and gets out of the car, walking around it and up to his house.
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Coming Out
FanfictionA story of Benji and Jorge going through high school as a gay couple that nobody knows about.