Ecstasy (boyxboy)

Chapter 8

Even's POV

"Fuck off." He's still giggling like the baby he is. 'His laugh is adora...' I hold the thought. 'You're supposed to be getting revenge for Agatha, remember?' Yes I do. 'This boy is the enemy.' I remind myself. Yes he is.

While hanging out with him wasn't part of the plan, I've come to put it in play. Let the poor fool think we're friends anyways. Something extra to crush him with.

I still want to get him wet though. I look at the position he's in on the floor. One duck and he'll be damp. I smirk as I think about the one thing that will get him to lose his balance. He'll probably be so freaked out, he'll fall.

"Not even this?" I automatically pucker my lip as far as it could go; quite comically i might add, leaning towards him. Doing this, I feel ridiculous at the giddy waves of excitement in my tummy. I've always been a troublemaker, I guess. I close my eyes and pucker even harder, hurting my jaws but I don't care.

'He's going to be so -' All I feel are a pair of soft, plump lips on my puckered ones. I pull away immediately, feeling a pleasurable tingle in my lips and in my chest, a bit out of breath. A peck, merely a second or so, but I can remember every little heart stopping detail clearly.

I open my eyes to look at him, shock lacing his features. His eyes a new shade of green, his cheeks a little rosy, his face flushed and his lips, irresistibly pink. In this moment, its like time stops between us as I listen to unsteady breathing while looking at that luscious lower lip. I think about leaning in again but his question halts my thoughts. "What are you doing?" His voice unsteady

I fully come to my senses.'Oh shit!!! You just kissed a dude!!! On the lips!!! He must be thinking you're some faggot right now. You must be a faggot right now!!! No!!! You have to fix this now.' My subconscious panics. "Dude!" 'Yeah, go for the typical 'I'm straight and we're bros' word. Nice try, Even.' "Are you serious? What did you do that for? You let me kiss you." I try for slightly confused. 'You're a piece of shit Even.'

His flustered look quickly switches to dangerous. 'What's up with this boy and his mood swings?' "Let you! You wanna put this on me?! You kissed me!!!"

I roll my eyes, trying for nonchalance while my heart beats at an abnormal rate. "You were supposed to duck and fall into the water. It was a trick, albeit one that failed miserably. Ugh!!!' I start to use my arm and t shirt, pretending to wipe my mouth and faking disgust. "I kissed a dude!!! Gross!!!" 'You know it felt good.' I ignore my lurking subconscious. Go away!!!

"You're lying. You did that on purpose to try my sexuality...again." Well, he has been right that I've been toying with his sexuality but in this case, I wasn't. I never meant to kiss him. This is me talking here!!! Proud homophobe and I'm fucking Catholic and occasionally a member of some hate church in southern California.

I stare at him, giving him a dry look. "I didn't try to kiss you on purpose. It was a trick. You're the one who was supposed to duck cause I made it pretty evident that I was trying to kiss you. You let me, why?" I said, turning the blame to him.

"I'm blind, fucker!!! That's why I couldn't see your disgusting filthy mouth trying to get up on me."

"You?!! Blind?!! Try again buster." I say but he's always retreating. I hurry up, gathering my clothes and start running after him. I start to put them on while still trying to keep up with his long strides. An impossible feat but I make it.

I look at him, his hands are stretched out, his feet slipping on the muddy ground, a branch or two wiping at his face. 'Hooolly Shit. Is he faking it? But he stole your motorcycle at night?' He can see me most of the times. 'But he doesn't remember you. And your beautiful self is pretty hard to forg- 'A yelp brings me out of my narcissistic thoughts. I feel my insides tighten at the thought that he might have hurt himself.