Brandon’s eyelids fluttered open at the sound of his companion’s mumbling.Lying next to him on the duvet was Justin, who was now a closer friend than ever. His eyes were shut tightly and his hair slick with sweat from their previous activities and his mouth moved to his words of prayer.
“Oh shit. Fuck fuck fuck I forgot you were Christian,” Brandon cried, pushing himself up on his elbows. “I’m so sorry. Is this illegal for you guys? Are you asking for forgiveness?”
Justin smiled and opened his eyes. “Hey, I don’t regret anything. I was praying that no one would find out about us.” He leaned towards Brandon and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Also, I can’t exactly feel my butt, so I’m kinda praying for that too.” He lay back down and slipped his fingers into Brandon’s. Their breathing synchronized, and they fell asleep listening to the song of each other’s heartbeats.
The Day Before
Band was boring as usual. Brandon and Justin were talking after they took off their carriers and drums. As they walked from drum closet to the door, Brandon couldn’t help but glance at Justin’s nice butt and imagine what he looked like without those bothersome clothes. He blushed and felt a familiar hardness press against his pants. He shut his eyes and thought as hard as he could of Ryan in a bra and prayed to Shrek that his boner would calm the heck down.
“Hey you okay?”
Brandon’s eyes flew open and he gaped at Justin. “Uhhhh yeah I’m great!”
They were facing each other, and that’s when Tom came in, carrying his tenor drums. The boys scooted close to each other, and Brandon could feel Justin’s warm breath on his neck. His face flushed red as he realized his boner was very much still there and Justin could definitely feel it from their position. Justin’s hand brushed against his friend’s muscular arm and felt him shiver at the touch.
They quickly stepped apart as soon as the drums were out of the way, both blushing and refusing to make eye contact. “Hey can I hang at your place for a while?” asked Justin, running his fingers through his hair.
“Sure. My ride will be here soon.” Brandon replied, throwing his backpack over his shoulder and grabbing his jacket.
The car ride was silent and there was tension in the air. Brandon’s mom noticed the unusual calmness and smiled to herself understandingly. When they got to their house, the boys kicked off their shoes and towed their backpacks to Brandon’s room.
