It Will Always End up being Hurt (BoyxBoy)

It Will Always End up being Hurt (BoyxBoy)

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I arrived at Kherby's home and Kherby is still fast asleep, I got out of the car and thinking I would carry Kherby in bridal style but I stop when I open the other door staring of his face. I couldn't help being stunned by his cuteness and some reason I really like to kiss him right now. I shake my head to remove that thought away my head but it didn't help. I just leaned closer to him and kiss him and the feeling of our lips being attached is like a volcano have just erupted with butterflies not lava. When I pulled out Kherby have awoken by his deep sleep, its like the disney movie Sleeping Beauty and my eyes widen also I panicked inside. What would he say?? Would he hate me? Did he feel that I'm kissing him? Ughhh too many questions in my head right now. Kherby just looked at me with confused in his eyes. "What are you doing?" He asked... P.S. - I don't know if this story is too cliché for you guys and I apologize in advance if this have too many grammatical and spelling error...
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Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020

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