The Act

11 fire

I hate cleaning

When I agree to whatever he has planned he smirks for a second. I'm surprised when he grabs my side lightly and shifts so he's leaning over me more.

Wait..

He leans down slowly looking into my eyes for something. His warm hand rubs circle with his thumb into my him. Electricity goes through my body and I feel hotter.

This is turning me on..

"Oli-" he leans in and I shut up when his lips connect to my own lips. I'm frozen in fear as Oliver, a guy, kisses me.

After a second I start to his back so I'm not rude. Or is it because I like it? He straddles me not breaking the kiss and I blush as we kiss. His hands move against my body and I put my hands on his shoulders.

As I feel myself getting harder I push him away but he only pulls out of the kiss. Not getting off or taking his hands away from my sensitive sides.

"Do you hate it?" He says looking me in the eyes.

"I- I don't k-know?" I stutter stupidity feeling really embarrassed. I've never kissed anyone like this.. I'm so inexplicably for a 20 year old. I'm a fucking virgin..

He leans down and starts kissing my neck. I gasp a little and his fingers train down my chest over my nipple. He licks my neck and starts to suck close to my collarbone.

I lightly put my hands on his chest thinking about pushing him away. He grabs my wrists and pins me down.

His mouth goes back to my own and he starts kissing me again and licks my bottom lip. I part my lips and his tongue explores my mouth as it dances with my tongue.

We kiss for a while and he shifts and i feel him against me.. he's hard.. he pulls away and I make eye contact with him and blush.

"Did you hate it?" He asks again. If I say 'I don't know' again will he kiss me again?

"N-no.. but that doesn't mean anything," I say and he looks down my body and looks at the bulge in my sweatpants.

"Straight boys don't get boners when other guys kiss them," he says and I blush.

"So you're gay?" I ask looking at his crotch...

"I don't like labels, but yeah. I like guys," he says and looks at my shirtless chest. He just kissed me.. and turned me on.. why the fuck am I not grossed out?

I sigh and cover my face. "You think I'm gay?" I ask muffled by my hands.

"Let me ask some questions and I'll answer that. Describe how kissing me felt," he says and I touch his side silently telling him to get off of me. He gets off and I get under my blankets and he lays down on the blankets facing me.

"It felt something like fire," I mumble feeling embarrassed. He smiles and nods.

"Okay how many girls have you dated?" He asks.

"One.. but it lasted a full month," I say hoping to make it sound less pathetic but I actually prove that I am pathetic.

"How many girls had you had sex with?" I blush and look around fiddling with the blankets.

"Wait you're a virgin?" He asks taken completely of guard and looks shocked. I give him a tight lipped smile confirming his question.

His cheeks go red and I look away embarrassed. Why is it a big deal?

"Have you ever had a blowjob or hand job?" He asks still seemingly out of character. He's usually really calm and just doesn't give a fuck. He's cocky too, I've heard him talk to other people and me like he was the best person ever and the hottest.

Now he looks surprised and curious. "N-not a hand job and halfway no to blowjob.." I mumble not looking at him.

"Halfway? What happened?" He asks I I glance at him. Ugh this is embarrassing.

"Well the girl got on her knees and pulled down my pants but uh.. I started crying.. and made her leave," I mumble.

He's quite for a moment. "Okay.. have you ever jerked of to the thought of guys?" He asks and I look away guilty.

"These are all embarrassing questions," I whine.

"Okay well.. yeah, I think you're gay but to scared to actually allow yourself to accept it," he says and I look at him to see if he's serious.

He doesn't look like he's lying..

"But can't I just get with a girl and like it? I don't want to be gay," I say hopefully.

He looks at me sadly. "Don't do that to yourself. I did it for a long time and it got me into a really bad situation. Being gay isnt bad, you don't have to come out but don't force it away," he says and I look at my clock on the wall. Its almost eleven at night...

"I should go to sleep.. we have practice tomorrow morning," I say ignore him a little but I did hear him. I don't know if I'm really gay or not. Just because I got turned on doesn't mean much. I'm sensitive, if anyone gets on me and kisses me like that I'm sure I'd have the same reaction..

That girl just freaked me out by trying to give me a blowjob so suddenly. If she did what Oliver did I probably would have enjoyed it..

"Yeah sure.." he says getting up and some reason I grab his wrists making me not leave.

He stops and looks at me. "C-can you stay for the night? I don't usually have calm days and after practice I got into one.. so c-can you not leave me alone?.. I tend to get into different moods if I'm alone with my thoughts," I say feeling like I need him here.

He looks surprised but nods. "Yeah, definitely.  Its nice being with you when you're not trying to seem rude," he says and I pull up the blankets so he gets under them with me and lays on his back.

Carefully I slide my arm around his torso and get closer to him and cuddle to his side. "I'm never in a calm mood when someone's around but it feels like I'm okay with cuddling.. is that okay?" I ask and he smiles and puts his arm around me.

"Yeah, I like it," he says and I close my eyes feeling good.