Secrets (boyxboy)

~Chapter Eight~

Will could sense Parker's eyes on him the whole car ride. His gaze was pouring into Will's soul, burying deep inside him, so deep it was uncomfortable. He wasn't sure what Parker was up to, what he was meaning to accomplish by dragging Will out of bed at this time. God if Jack found out they'd both be dead. He was already in the bad books after the party the other night.

"You know what I think, Will Lockwood?" Parker asked, finally taking his gaze off the boy and focusing it on the road. Each streetlight they passed reminded him more and more of how stupid he was being. Why was he so compliant in letting Parker do this to him? Torturing him?

The car was hot despite it being freezing outside. Being alone with Parker always made him hot, nervous.

The boy gulped.

Parker continued, "I think what happens at night is for the night to take."

Will didn't know what that meant.

"The world is different at night," Parker observed, looking out the window mindlessly before turning on the radio in Will's car. The two boys recognised the song immediately, and they couldn't help but feel more relaxed because of this. It wasn't so awkward after a few seconds of the radio playing. "We're different people at night."

For some reason Will felt like pulling over again, so he did.

"How so?"

"I feel I'm a better person at night. I feel like I can do more at night," Parker answered honestly. "I think you're beautiful at night." Will's face flushed red when hearing those words come out of Parker's mouth. He didn't think he'd ever been called beautiful before. He'd been called hot and sexy, never beautiful. He wished the situation wasn't so cliche and stupid. He wished he didn't want to kiss Parker so bad. He wished he didn't get a fluttering feeling in his stomach every time Parker looked at him. He barely knew the boy, but Parker acted like he knew Will inside out. Like they could talk about anything.

He wished Parker was an arsehole at night.

"I think you're beautiful all the time," Parker just kept speaking his thoughts. "I can say it at night, though."

"What else can you say at night?" Will asked, leaning over the seat slightly, but his seat belt was restricting him.

Parker looked at him with dark eyes. "I can say that I've pictured fucking you in the back seat of this car the whole ride," He said, making eye contact the whole time. The younger boy gulped but refused to move because he was afraid of what he'd do if he even blinked.

"I can say that the fact I'm not allowed to fuck you makes it even harder to resist. I can say that I've dreamed about you," Parker just kept going.

"And I know you don't want to do anything bad. You don't want to betray your brother," Parker leaned closer. So much closer so Will could feel Parker's breath on his lips. So much closer so Will could just ever so slightly move and their lips would touch.

Oh, how he wished the situation wasn't so cliche. He wished Parker wasn't Jack's best friend so he could let Parker fuck him in the back of the car. He'd never been fucked before. He wondered if Parker knew that. He wondered if anyone knew that. Can people just tell? Could Parker tell?

"Jack would kill me." Parker closed his eyes for a moment. Then he re-opened them. "So I'll dream about it, and I'll tell you now Will Lockwood that I'll not stop dreaming about it until it happens. Whether that be soon, or never."

~

The next day he was late to school.

Sporting a dishevelled look, he walked into his class and saw once again Matthew was in the seat next to his. A smile appeared on his lips, and he pulled out Will's chair for him, letting him know that's where he wanted him to sit. Part of Will was flattered and glad someone was showing an interest in him. A day ago he would've shown more interest back, but last night threw him off.