Play with me (boyxboy)

Hot

It was August, 30th, and the sun burned my pale skin. Obviously, I hadn't put a foot outside my home for the whole Summer, too busy keeping my precious place in the top 100 of my new online videogame—the only thing I had to do except my homework, which I'd finished in the first month of vacation.

Actually, I hadn't planned to play so much. It'd just happened that all my friends went on holiday at the same time and I didn't because of my sister's graduation ceremony. Usually I went with my best friend's family, but I couldn't this time. What an unlucky year!

I cannot remember a single week without seeing Kyle, my best friend, and now I'd got to bear fourteen whole days without him.

I hadn't believed I could do it. But now it was finally over.

The Harden family had come back today. I hadn't met them at the airport because I didn't have a car, but it took me some minutes to reach Kyle's home on foot.

I didn't even knock on the front door that my friend opened it. I got caught in his crystal-green eyes and suddenly every thing of my summer was ok again.

"Sweety!" he said, opening his arms so I could hug him.

Sweety was one of the nicknames with which Kyle used to call me. He found this thing funny, and I'd kind of got used to it.

His fresh and familiar smell was mixed up with something unknown and sweaty. He still hadn't had the time to get a shower. But I didn't care: I was finally grabbing his brown hair in my hands, my face against his torso. He was way taller then me, and due to this, shortie was another of my wonderful nicknames.

"I missed you so much" I said without moving my face up, my words muffled by his shirt.

Without a reply, he brought his hands on my back and a shiver unexpectedly ran down my spine.

Maybe it's because after two weeks I lost the habit of touching.

That was my thought, but I didn't have time to focus on it that Kyle moved his hand up to my head and gently caressed my hair, as if he missed the feeling of touching it.

"I missed you too, Lime" he whispered against my hear. Lime was my name read backwards. I hadn't ever understood why he had to include that in his ways of calling me, but it was one of his favorites.

The Summer suddenly became hotter, so much that I needed to drawn away from his arms. I felt my cheeks red and I didn't know why, but before I could say something, a familiar voice broke in.

"Emil!"

Behind Kyle, his mother was standing on tiptoe, trying to look at me over his son's shoulder—something almost impossible for her, given Kyle's exaggerated height.

"Auntie May!" I greeted her, and my friend moved so I could pass and hug her. She wasn't a blood relative of mine, but my family and Kyle's had known each other forever. "I hope your trip went well."

As I talked with mother and son, I walked in the house and felt a little nostalgic: I couldn't believe I stayed away from here for so long.

Mr. Harden joined us as soon as the door closed, but Kyle remained a bit absent, so I asked him to go to his room. Maybe he was tired. I was sorry, but I couldn't wait until tomorrow to see him.

"I'm glad you had fun, Kay" I said on the stairs. I knew his house like my own place. His room was on the first floor, and he had a private bathroom. I'd always wanted live there with him, especially because my home wasn't so huge. But maybe I'd spent here at least half of my life.