Secrets; Maylor

4

Brian

"Guess what..." Freddie said in a sing-song voice.

"What?" I mimicked him as we walked through the popular hallway that was flooded with students.

"We have English. You need to suck Mr Taylor's dick." He nodded acting matter of factly. I gave him a large swat on the arm which made him burst out in laughter, but I wasn't too impressed.

"I'm not a homosexual. I am sucking no balls nor dick, kind sir."

"Agree to disagree." He laughed and smoothly wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Normal- that's a guy thing, everyone does that. But, he started rubbing my shoulder in a soothing manner. Not like a good ol' rub, it was more sensual and sexual? Jesus, I overthink. Finally, Freddie and I arrived to English, being the first two students as always.

"Hello, boys." Mr Taylor smiled, looking up from a novel. His feet were on his desk as if he had been sitting there for a while.

"Hi." Freddie smiled, "Now, go up there and press yourself up against his desk. I wanna see what he does." He whispered in excitement.

"I'm not gay, stop it! He's a teacher!" I whisper yelled. I could see Mr Taylor take notice of our little conversation in the corner of my eye, "Just, drop it." 

"Alright, lovey." He smiled, carefully resting his hand on my knee. I looked down and looked back up at him. He acted as if he was doing nothing. He just flipped open his notebook with his free hand and continued doing what he was doing. I furrowed my eyebrows but, decided to say nothing. It was officially obvious he was making some sort of move. I just couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

"How are you liking Year-Eleven, boys?" Mr Taylor asked the two of us.

"Ugh! So good! Im now friends with a nerd who appears to be a tree," He did jazz hands pointing towards me as I awkwardly sat there, "And, there are just so many hot new people!" Freddie referenced towards Mr Taylor but, he probably would of thought Freddie meant hot girls. 

Mr Taylor lowly chuckled, "Eh? Gone out with any chicks yet?" He winked.

"Well, I'm actually gay. But, Brian...you seen any yet?" I noticed Mr Taylor avoided eye contact with Freddie after that. He must be homophobic. Thats normal though- I was just hoping he'd be gay...like me.

I fluttered my eyes and stammered quietly, "Uh-Uh, no. Not yet." I said awkwardly.

"You're a handsome man. You'll have fun soon." He laughed as did Freddie.

"I have my eye on someone."  Two pairs of eyes immediately latched onto mine, "Her name's Taylor." Freddie let out a loud laugh but, quickly stopped himself. Sir just nodded, smirking.

"She good lookin'?" Sir asked, walking towards us, becoming interested.

"Beautiful." I sighed, dreamily. 

Carefully, Mr Taylor slid his hand up my arm and whispered, "Maybe let her show you what she's good for." He winked. Students flooded into the room, and soon enough Sir greeted other students.

My cock twitched at those last words. I don't know why but, I seemed to be so attracted to him. His blonde, shaggy hair and those fucking blue eyes. All I could think about is sitting on his lap at his desk. 

"My gaydar just went off the scales. I'll have to put that shit back together."

"G-Gaydar?" I actually didn't know what that meant.

"Oh, lovey!" He chuckled, "You have so much to learn, don't you?" He stroked my hand for a second before Mr Taylor asked for everyone's attention.

-

Long story, short- Freddie's staying at mine tonight. It's a Friday, and he asked to hang out for the night, so why not?

"I can't believe you walk home from school." Freddie huffed and puffed, adjusting his backpack.

"I live five minutes down the road."

"AND!?" He screamed. People in cars passing by began to gave us judgemental glances. We were walking on the footpath; the way to my house.

"Oh, shush! We're walking into my street right now." I sighed.

"Merlot Court? What the fuck- alcoholics." He read the sign. I rolled my eyes and continued walking.

"See, we're home!" I did jazz hands. But, Freddie held a very unamused stare. I shrugged and unlocked the door, "So my parents won't be home. Dad's working late and- uh- I think my Mum has gone to Aunty Sheryl's." I wasn't too sure to be honest.

"Ooh! Fun! No parents! You got any alcohol?" He asked, excitedly.

"My Dad always notices when I take one of his beers."

"Will it be different if I take one?"

"No, but I was gonna drink them anyway. He says I'm responsible enough."

"Ew, you have parents that trust you?" He said in disbelief as the two of us walked into the kitchen. I got Freddie and I a glass of cold water each.

"It's bitchin'." I smiled.

"My parents whoop my ass if I'm late by half an hour." I chuckled at him, handing him his water. He immediately skulled it, throwing his head back as if it was a shot of alcohol, "That wasn't vodka!?" He said in anger.

"Straight?" He thought I would give him vodka with no fucking soda? Is he mentally okay?

"Not really, no." He twirled his glass as I stared at him in confusion. He finally caught on to what i was asking, "OH! You meant the vodka."

Time flew by pretty fast. Freddie and I watched television and played cards. We mostly just goofed around and laughed a lot. It was nice to have a friend again. I felt security and somewhat comfort. I let my guard down more and more as the night went on.

"So, we can sleep on the two couches or we can sleep in my bed." I smiled, cracking open another cold one and handing it to Freddie.

"Your bed sounds nice. Wanna go upstairs?" He hummed. The way he said that gave me some sexual impression. I didn't wanna say that, obviously! I could be wrong. I'm probably overthinking. 

"Sounds good." I grabbed my beer as the two of us scattered up the stairs.

We walked in, and I decided to take a seat on the bed. But, Freddie decided to look at the little trinkets and pictures on my dresser. I watched him look at everything because he seemed to be so intrigued.

"Is this him?" He asked, picking up the photo of Deaky dressed as John Lennon. He twisted the polaroid in my direction before looking at it closer. Nobody really knew John. He was so quiet as was I. We both were- I still am. We blended in but stuck out so well...because we didn't fit in. No one ever took notice of us because we were so quiet and didn't talk to anyone else. We were just really shy but, nobody knew that. "What was his name?"

"J-John, but I call him Deaky." My voice croaked but, I held a weak smile. Freddie gave me a sympathetic look. He carefully placed the photo back on my dresser before giving my friend one last loving look. 

"He seems lovely." Freddie laid down on my bed, so, I decided to lay next to him, and get myself comfortable.

"Yeah- the best." 

We began to fall into a comfortable silence. We both laid flat on our backs looking at the ceiling- my mind was clear, and not thinking about anything. I don't know about Freddie, though. After a few seconds, I realised that my beer was on Freddie's bed side table. I leaned over him to get my beer, but fell on top of Fred when he grabbed my face, pulling me in for a forceful kiss. His hands rested on my cheeks now. I didn't move my lips at all as I didn't register what was happening. Despite this, Freddie passionately moved his own lips against mine. 

Instead of pulling away I sunk into the kiss...