Virgin Angel - Boyxboy

Chapter 7

Lukes POV

When I woke up I was alone; the sheets next to me were cold and empty. Groaning I threw the covers off me and reluctantly rolled myself out of bed. I grabbed my oversized hoodie and slipped it on over my head then left the room in search for Mike. I tried the bathroom first and then headed for the kitchen.

When I got to the entrance of the kitchen I heard my dad and Mike talking. I went to enter but I stopped when I heard dad mention my name.

"Luke loves you, you know?" My dad told Mike.

"Were best friends, of course he loves me; it's kind of part of the deal." Dads laugh rumbled through the kitchen.

"You know that's not what I mean; and you feel the same way. Why not just admit it." I rolled my eyes. Dad is like one of those thirteen year old girls that are in love with homos and squeal at anything the least bit gay. And as much as he likes to think that I'm in love with Mike, I'm not.

"I don't love him like that." Mike argued back at my dad.

"Yet" Dad mumbled to himself rather loudly.

"It wouldn't work between us even if I did like him like that." Of course it wouldn't work, we would end up arguing every two minutes.

"You mean, you like him but you don't think it would work out so you are saying that you don't like him just to hide the fact that you do?" There was a pause for a moment before Mike finally replied.

"That hardly makes sense." For a while there was nothing said so I went to enter the room. I took one step when Mike snapped at my dad. "Fine! I like him alright, just stop staring at me like that!" I step backed shocked. Mike likes me; how can he like me. Me of all the people in the world, I'm just not right for him; he needs someone better. Usually if I found out that someone I slept with was crushing on me I would stay away from them, avoid them until they got over it but it's Mikey; I can't do that to him, especially with all that he's going through. Surely he can see that I'm not right for him, and like he always says, I'm a whore. Why the hell can't he just be as straight as I always thought he was; and why the hell did I have to sleep with him.

After a few minutes of mentally yelling at myself I walked into the kitchen and slumped down on one of the bar stools next to Mikey. Dad watched me for a moment.

"Why are you not wearing pants?" He questioned me.

"Because it's hot?" I questioned him back.

"Then why are you wearing a hoodie?"

"Because I'm wearing no pants?" Mike started laughing.

"You have no idea how funny you two sound at the moment." He stopped laughing when he saw that both dad and I were staring at him. "So how does the beach sound Luke" Mike tried changing the subject.

"Sounds good; but first, I'm hungry." Dad handed me a plate of freshly cooked pancakes. I poured maple syrup over the small stack and started gobbing them down.

"Ew, chew with your mouth closed!" My little sister whined as she came into the room. I did the typical big brother thing and chewed with my mouth right open. "Daddy! Make him close his mouth." For a thirteen year old girl she sure sounds like she is eight. My mouth was starting to ache from chewing how I was so I closed my mouth which pleased her. "Daddy, can we go to the beach today?" The spoilt brat has dad wrapped around her little finger so of course he agreed with her; but I have to admit she is really good at what she does and I have to love her for it. I mean, she was the one that got us concert tickets for The Script last year which was awesome.

"I guess it's a family trip then?" I asked not very impressed, Dad smiled and nodded.

"Stella, go see if your mum wants to come." My sister smiled at dad and then skipped out of the room to find mum. "Boys be ready to leave in half an hour" Dad left the room leaving Mike and I in silence.

"I'm borrowing your spare board shorts" I agreed with him and continued to eat my breakfast.

Maybe if I point out a few babes on the beach Mike will realize I'm not good for him.

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First mum was pissed at me for having sex but I bullshitted my way out of that easily enough but now Dad is pissed at me because I made him leave twenty minutes later than planned making him missed the tide rolling in meaning the water was just about flat and he can't surf on flat water. Unfortunately I don't think I can bullshit my way out of this. When dad gets angry everyone is grumpy and now Stella, mum and Mike are glaring at me while Dad is giving everyone the lecture of why it's important to be ready on time.

"Okay enough!" Mum snapped making us all cringe. "Boys you go out and swim, Stella play in the water no higher than your thighs and you" She pointed at dad "Quit your complaining and either sit with me on the sand or play with Stella! Go!" No one disobeyed her orders we all set off towards the water except for mum who sat down on her towel and pulled out a book.

Mike's POV (I felt like a change in thoughts, sorry!)

For a good ten minutes Luke and I just laid a float getting pushed around by the waves. It wasn't until a bigger wave hit that I realized that we had drifted further out than we wanted. I put my feet on the bottom of the water letting out a relieved sigh when my feet could actually touch the ground. I grabbed Lukes hand and pulled him back closer to me so he didn't drift off further.

"Shit, we drifted pretty far." Luke said and started walking back towards the shore.

We kept walking until the water was rolling around the bottom of our ribs. A thought came to mind when my hand skimmed across Lukes board shorts.

"Have you ever had sex on the beach?" I asked Luke. Luke laughed but answered anyway.

"Not yet, are you offering?" I grinned at him.

"Not right now, your parents are right there." If they weren't here I probably would have said yes. For reasons unknown to my brain when I was with Luke like that, my heart jumped; not in a bad way but in a really chest tightening way. And as sappy as it sounds, I liked the feeling and if I had to be with Luke in a sexual kind of way to feel it again then I would do it over and over.  For all the years that Luke has tried to get me into his bed and I wouldn't I now wish he had tried harder; if I had of known that I was going to feel like I do now after we had been together I would have given in a hell of a lot quicker. I probably would never have felt this way if my stepdad hadn't of threatened me how he did. I hate his guts, every time I see him I remember what he does, what he says and it makes me angry more than anything. My mother thought she was in love with the nicest guy in the world when really she was in love with a pig headed bastard that is willing to rape away the gay out of her son. I know I should tell her but I'm scared, what if he hurts her because I told her, what if she doesn't believe me and it all gets worse?

I hadn't realized I was crying until two thumbs swiped the tears from under my eyes.

"Mikey? Why are you crying?" Luke asked pity laced in his voice. I hate pity, that's one of the reason I had kept what was happening to myself; no matter who I tell they will always pity me.

"Make me feel it again" I begged letting a few more tears fall from my eyes but not allowing them to keep flowing.

"Mikey, I can't keep doing this to you. You asking for sex to solve your problems is only going to make them worse. You need to tell someone so they can do something about him. Get him out of your life Mike." A few more tears fell.

"No one will believe me. He will lie, he will tell my mum that I came onto him; he will turn it all back onto me a seventeen year old boy who doesn't like who his mum married." Luke pulled me into a hug. A small wave pushed against us making us nearly fall over but Luke didn't let go and even if he tried I wouldn't let him.

"Are you going to make me feel like that again or do I have to find someone else?" Mike pulled his head from my shoulder to look into my eyes.

"Not right here, anyone could see." I gave him a weak smile and started walking toward the shore.

Maybe I am addicted to sex.

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I know I know, I suck at updating and this chapter was complete donkey shit but I have a bit of writers block at the moment and can't really think of where this story is headed. I don't think I am going to write the sex scene that was about to happen but if more than one person asks or tells me too I will.