A cliché with a gay twist

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Friday 4:47 pm

I'm at Ben's and we're doing literally nothing. We're sitting on his bed, leaning against his pillows. I keep thinking about what Sarah said. That I should tell him. I kinda feel like I should just get it over with, you know? Just rip of the bandage they always say, right?

"I uh- I have to tell you something." I say, turning my head away. "I'm gay Ben. And before you say something, I know I should've told you earlier, but I- I just couldn't and god, I hate that I'm different and-"

"Hey hey hey. Tommy, look at me," He interrupts me and I slowly let my eyes meet his gaze. "You're not different okay? Being gay is not fucking different." He says.

I let out a small sigh. I'm kind of relieved. I mean, he took it well, but I haven't told him that I'm in fucking love with him yet.

"How long have you known?"

"I found out when I was thirteen." I say shyly.

"Me too." He says and I turn my head so fast, it feels like it's gonna fall right off my neck.

"You knew that I was gay all this time?!"

"No, you dumbass. I'm gay too and I also found out when I was thirteen." He says and I just stare at him.

What the actual fuck.

Okay. Maybe this is it. This is the sign I've been waiting for.

I grab his head with two hands and press my lips on his. Good god, I've wanted to do that for so fucking long. He isn't really kissing back, but he's also not pulling back.

I pull back after a few seconds to look in his eyes. I'm not sure what reaction to expect. Before I can finish my list in my head of all the bad things that could happen, he also grabs my face, a bit more gentle though, and he kisses me roughly.

His hand moves from my jaw to my hair and he runs through it. I let my fingers slide underneath the hem of his shirt and softly stroke his back with just the tips of my fingers. I feel him shiver and he traces my bottom lip with his tongue. I open my mouth slightly and let him in.

I'm not sure when or how, but we've slid down, so that we're both lying down on his bed, and he rolls on top of me. While he's doing that we suddenly hear someone coming up the stairs and we both sit up straight as fast as we can. The person walking up the stairs walks past Ben's bedroom and goes into the bathroom.

"Fuck, that was close." I whisper and he chuckles.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to kiss you." I say.

"I do. I've wanted to do that for a really long time too." He says.

"Fucking hell. We've wasted so much time then." I say and cuddle against him. I lie my head on his chest and close my eyes for a second. God, this feels so right.

"I was so scared that our friendship would be ruined if I told you."

"Yeah, me too." Ben says as he strokes my arm. "So, what next?"

"What do you mean?" I mumble against his shirt.

"Like, with us. What are we now? And are we gonna come out?"

"Let's just figure things out on our own first, alright? I mean, it feels really good right now, so let's just focus on that. I don't really need a label right now." I say.

"That sounds nice." He says and he kisses my hair.

"One thing's for sure, I'm gonna be so fucking clingy and I'm gonna steal all of your clothes." I say.

"Sounds nice too."

6:32 pm

I wake up and rub my eyes. Wait. Where the hell am I? I slowly look up and see Ben's cute, sleeping face. I'm still lying in his arms with my head on his chest.

"Dinner's ready!" I hear Mrs Miller yell from downstairs. Is it already dinner time? I wake up Ben.

"Ben. Hey, Big Ben." I whisper and I kiss the tip of his nose. He slowly opens his eyes and smiles when he sees me.

"Your mom called. Dinner's ready." I say.

"I guess you're eating here then." He says with a husky voice. He always has a husky voice when he's just woken up. It's pretty hot.

"Yeah."

"Maybe you could stay over tonight as well?" He offers.

"How could I say no to that." I say and smile. I quickly press my lips on his before we walk downstairs.

"Hi boys. I assumed you were staying over for dinner Tom?" Mrs Miller asks.

"Yep. Oh, and he's also sleeping here." Ben says.

"When is he not." Mr Miller jokes. I love that I'm always welcome here. This really is a second home to me. Like, if I would knock on the door at 4 am they would still welcome me. Ben and I sit down and mrs Miller puts some of her delicious lasagna on our plates.

Ben and I are both only children. His parents chose not to have any other kids and my mom had two miscarriages after me, so she decided not to try again. But we've always been two really close families, so I don't feel like I miss a brother or sister.

Okay so i'm apparently at #452 of neighbors lmao i only have like 25 reads

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