A Brotherly Love

Chapter 4: The date, the confession and the kiss

It was Thursday, and in the morning, when I saw him at school, he told me:
— Hello, Chris.
— Hello, Jake. Thanks for telling me your secret.— I answered.
— No problem, friend. Hey, would you like to hang out with me today in the afternoon to talk about ourselves?— he asked me.
— Yeah, of course.— I answered.
— When we have to leave, would you like to come with me?— he asked me.
— Yes, I would.— I answered.
Later, we were outside walking on the trails, we were chatting:
— And, what's new?— he asked me.
— Well, nothing, and you?— I said.
— Anything. What about girls?— he asked me.
— Well, they're nice, but I don't know if I like one.— I said.
— You have to hear all the truth, Chris. Don't forget that you have other options... and need to know... that I am in love with you, and I want you to choose me and not them.— he said, got near to me and looked at me.
— Oh... well... I need time, Jake, but it's cute coming from you.— I said.
— Okay, but I won't surrender. I'm going to fight for you... till your heart stop beating.— he said.
I blushed. He took my hand and put it on his chest. I blushed more.
— Do you feel it?: meat, bone and warmth.— he said.
I looked at him blushed. He kissed me. When he did it, I caressed his head and caressed his hair while he caressed my hips and my back. We kissed passionately. When he finished to kiss, we took a breath, and he took my cheeks and kissed me again and I didn't want to let him go. I really loved him, so I said:
— I love you too.
He smiled. Then he said:
— I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you.
He went to home and I left alone but couldn't believe it. I loved that werewolf.
When I was at my house, I was thinking about him and only him. And him, him and him. I went to my computer and I saw him online:
— Hello, Jake.
— Hi, Chris. Hey, I'm sorry for... the kiss and you know.
— What are you talking about? It felt so good. Thank you.
— No problem, buddy.
— Will you go to school tomorrow?
— Yes, I will.
— Hey, could I... tell you something?
— Yes, what's the matter?
— You are... so sexy, nice, cute, have a nice smile, you're a beautiful boy and have a sexy body. I like it.
— Whoa! Thanks. Nobody has never told me that.
— Well, now you have one.
It was at night and was too late to stay awake, so I told him:
— It's late, see you tomorrow.
— Bye.
I fell asleep and dreamed with him.