"When you have to go through EVERYTHING, to get that EVERYTHING."
It's so hard to be someone when you're confused about who or what you're. Tarun is never 'Who' he thought he would be. He has a secret which he is claimed of hiding from everyone. Nei...
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"And... we are home!" I exclaim as I stop the car in front of Tarun's driveway. He almost fell asleep on our short drive home. This boy had drunk more than one bottle of alcohol. First, I thought he is going to be sick and I made a mistake bringing it. But he seems completely fine—besides little drunk—and didn't throw up. He steadily opens his eyes and rubs them a little.
"Hey." He says tilting his head toward me. His phone buzzes on the dashboard. He swipes it from there and looks at it and laughs. But doesn't reply.
"What it is?" I ask.
"It's Graham. He won't leave me alone."
"How so?" I mean, I know everything went good with the 'coming out' thing and I'm so glad about it. Happy for Tarun, that he got such understanding friends.
"He keeps asking me 'Have you ever done it?' He searched on the internet about gay sex and now he is asking me 'Are you bottom or top?'."
"He can't help it. He's in a doubt. Answer him." I chuckle.
"I'm not gonna answer him that." He huffs and decks his phone inside his pocket. "Okay..." I say as I move more closer to me, a hand on his thigh. "...You can tell me, you know." I whisper and I feel him shiver under my touch. Today has been great and unexpected. We went from star gazing to drinking up alcohol to the best orgasm I had in my life. Tarun has that effect on me. A wave of adrenaline runs through my spine directly to my dick. I'm almost getting hard, only thinking about it.
"Shut up." He opens the car door and climbs out but he has a smile on his face. I get out from the driver side too.
"I'd booked a cab. It will drop me to my apartment." I say coming around the car to him.
He frowns. "Why a cab? My mom can drop you off." His mom? It will be better if I walk than going home with her. I don't want his mom to drop me off. It will be too much.
"Tarun. It's late. Your mom might be sleeping right now."
"No. It's..." He fidgets his wristwatch. "Just nine-thirty p.m. She isn't."
"It's alright." I say.
A different expression shadow his face. He looks behind and then at me "Okay, at least come inside for a few minutes. " He urges my hand, dragging me towards his house. He is drunk. "Tarun..." I try to protest.
"Oh. Hey, Tarun." An unfamiliar voice beckons behind us. Tarun stops dragging me. He murmured something in his breathing that I couldn't listen. I turn around to look at the figure. A boy. Maybe I had seen him before, around somewhere but I can't place it. He just appeared from nowhere. Maybe he lives nearby. His gaze travel to me. "You must be Tarun's boyfriend, right?" He speaks. That means this guy definitely knows about Tarun. Knows about us. I feel Tarun go rigid as he leaves my hand. This guy looks somewhere about my age, maybe a little older. Tight biceps. But somehow, even when I don't know the guy, his face is annoying to me. And he is the reason Tarun was dragging me inside because he saw him coming, that much I figured.
