Baby steps ∽『boy ✮ boy -EDITED

Twenty-sixth 👣-edited

     Kissing... the action of two people pressing their lips together. It didn't sound like such a big deal and it shouldn't have been too hard to do it either; lean over, close your eyes and let your lips mold over each other. But saying so, why did everything around me become blurry, my eyes burning and the only sound ringing in my head being the mad beat of my heart?

      What was I supposed to do? How? Was it okay for us to kiss so soon? We haven't even been on our first date yet.

      I gulped, supporting my hands on the handles of Carter's wheelchair. You can do it, Ryder. It's like CPR... just don't blow any air in Carter's mouth or he will think you have a weird kink.

         I closed my eyes, leaning over. A bit closer... and closer... and closer...

       Until the last second when I grabbed Carter's face and tilted it to the right, kissing his cheek instead. Then I stood up straight, masking my embarrassment with all my might.

      "Your kiss, Sir." I tried to fake playfulness, watching Carter frown and roll his eyes. Then he chuckled, crossing his arms around my waist and leaning his chin on my abdomen, looking up at me.

      "Thank you very much, boyfriend. It was very sweet."

      I gulped, placing my hands on Carter's shoulders. Then taking in his features, his rosy lips which resembled a ripe, juicy cherry I started to wonder why didn't I man up and stole a kiss from him. It wouldn't even be stolen because he asked me to kiss him. But now all I could do was to live with regret. I wasn't brave enough to kiss Carter by my own.

      "By the way," Carter started, moving his head and nuzzling it over my shirt. Then he stopped, taking not so subtle sniffs of my scent. "Gosh you smell good."

      I smirked.

      "This was what you wanted to tell me?"

      Carter shook his head.

       "Nope. Actually, I wanted to ask if your aunt told you about Christmas."

     "What about Christmas?"

       "Well, when my dads came to pick me up, your brothers asked them if we wanted to spend Christmas together with you, guys. At your aunt's and their insistence, my fathers agreed."

       My expression broke into a smile.

      "I can't wait Christmas to come around then."

      "Me neither. To be fair, the waters between me and papa are still a bit whirling so changing the scenery would be a blessing. I am also very excited to spend the holiday with you."

     I nodded in understanding.

     The rest of the day passed with Carter and I having a little date. We prepared dinner together, watched some movies and played some games. It sounded like a normal hangout and... to be honest, it really was one. Fancy dates at restaurants or going on top of the highest hill to see the town at night didn't suit us. We enjoyed throwing "cockporn" at each other a lot more. What is best than dating your friend, the person who knows the most basic form of yourself and still loves you? At one moment or another we all give up on extravagant dates and end up farting or burping in front of each other.We should not created an illusion of a perfect couple because it would shatter and disappoint us in the end. Relationships are overrated, more average than we would like to admit. It's just time you spend enjoying with your significant other.