"Is he... gay!?", is all James Morris hear when he walks through the cafeteria during lunch. He knew he should've never drunk that much at the party on Saturday. Now everyone knows his secret. "Is he... gay?", is all Grant Jones hears sitting at the cafeteria table. The two girls next to him are giggling at something on a phone. I mean, why should they care if someone is gay? When these two cross paths and turn each other worlds inside out, will they be able to catch each other or will they both drown?

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP