Andante

VI

The room around him seemed to fade as he felt the weight of Brett's hand on his thigh. 
That warm hand was the focus of all his attention now, it was like nothing else existed anymore. 

'I haven't either'. The words resounded in the empty space. 
¨Eddy¨, Brett's voice came in a whisper. ¨I hadn't either, until now.¨
He turned to the sweet voice and saw Brett's face. His deep, kind koala eyes, framed by the wire glasses. His black hair, falling over his forehead. His beautiful soft and smooth skin, so much nicer than his own pimply skin. And his lips. 
His lovely pink lips, which were coming closer. 
Automatically he parted his own lips slightly and moved forward to meet him. 
He closed his eyes as Brett's lips touched his own, Brett's warmth flowing into him. 
His belly exploded with butterflies as he kissed him back, slowly at first. 
Brett's lips were soft and smooth, and never had anything felt better than kissing him. He could continue to kiss him forever. 
But somewhere in the distance a car horn blared, or something. The loud sound accosted his ears, and he tried to ignore it with all his might. But the horn kept going, and eventually he had to open his eyes. 

He woke up with a start to the dark and empty room. Shit! His alarm clock! He turned if off hurriedly and lay back down. 
What the fuck?? 
He stared at the ceiling, eyes wide, his heart pumping. 
What just happened? 
The reality of it came crashing into his consciousness. He'd told Brett yesterday afternoon that he'd never felt that way about anyone before. And it was true. He hadn't. He'd also never had a dream like this before. Until now. 
He shook his head vigorously, as if he were trying to rid himself of the images that were still dancing around in his head. Brett's lips, coming closer. Him, responding wholeheartedly, kissing him back. 
Fuck! Stop! He shouted at himself in his head. You can't think that way. Boys can't feel about boys that way. 
This much he knew with absolute certainty. Boys were not supposed to feel things like this about boys. They were not supposed to dream about kissing them. 
If his mother ever found out about this she would disown him. And make him move to the moon. And die from the disappointment in her only son. Not necessarily in that order. 
He scrunched his eyes shut and pounded his temples with his fists. 
He must never think of this again. 
Also, he had to get the fuck up because he'd be late for school. Happy, happy, joy, joy. He would get to face Andrew again as well, who'd have a completely new reason to call him 'sissy' if he ever found this out. 
What a complete joke he was. 

He dragged himself out of bed and quickly pulled some clothes on. Then he forced himself to look in the mirror to fix his hair. He really didn't want to look at himself today. 
He was still shaking his head when he walked out of his room. Come on, man. Put your game face on. 
And that's exactly what he was going to do. No more of this stupid turmoil.

¨Hi Eddy¨, his mother said the second his stepped foot into the kitchen. ¨You're late this morning. Hurry up so you don't get to school late!¨ 
¨I know mum, I'm sorry¨, he said meekly. He tried to avoid looking her in the eye.
No need for her to see his expression and start asking questions. 
¨Are you okay? Are you sick?¨ she asked.
Crap. See, that's what happens. 
¨No, I'm okay. Just a bit of a headache¨, he lied smoothly. 
¨You can go to school with a headache!¨ she said, her tone sharper now. 
¨I know, mum. I wasn't trying to stay home.¨
¨Take some medicine!¨ she ordered.
¨Yes mum.¨

He threw some toast down his throat and grabbed his bag. 
Oh yeah. Life looked great today.