Christopher stood up from the bus seat and walked to the front where the bus driver sat. His stop was coming up in a few seconds, and in the little time he had, he let his gaze wander for a bit. The steering wheel was huge, and he was surprised the driver could squeeze himself behind it, what with his huge gut protruding from his uniform. When the vehicle stopped, Christopher nodded his thanks to the man and stepped onto the pavement briskly. He was the only one that got off at that stop, and there was no one else waiting to be picked up either. He turned and walked towards his girlfriends' home, relaxing his step, knowing it would only take him a couple ten or fifteen minutes to get there. He looked around the neighborhood, which wasn't particularly crowded. He enjoyed going to Sarah's house. He was dearly in love with her, her younger brother was a joy to be around, and her house was lovely. He looked at the McDonald's restaurant, peering inside through the windows. He spotted several families eating inside, but besides them there didn't seem to be a lot of customers. It was, after all, noon on a Monday. He was free of school because his teachers were having conferences all day, and there was no point for him to go there. His girlfriend frequented in the same school, and in the same classes, so she had all the same reasons to stay home from school.

Christopher spotted the house just a few steps away, and before turning up to the driveway, he looked himself in the nearest window, flattening his straight, blond hairs on his head and checking his face in case he had any smudges on it. He pursed his lips momentarily; taking in his good-looking features before taking the last three steps to the door and rang the doorbell. When it opened, he grinned to find Sarah standing in the way and stepped forward, embracing her and kissing her lips passionately as a greeting, keeping his gray-blue eyes open to take in her beauty. She laughed, pretending to be helpless in his arms before he let go of her. Stepping back, he took in her figure and nodded to himself.

“What a beauty you are, today.” Christopher commented, and she blushed gently, poking his chest playfully.

“You don’t look too bad either, Prince Charming.” Sarah replied, and then walked into the house, leading the way into the kitchen. She grabbed her purse before finally facing him. “Sorry babe, but my parents told me I had to go to the grocer’s and buy essentials, then go and pick something up. You don’t need to come with, it’ll only take an hour, and we have all day.” She grinned mischievously and Christopher pouted like a puppy. “Enjoy yourself with my brother!” She called as she walked quickly out of the house, closing the door with a gentle slam.

Christopher was slightly disappointed, but her sibling was a dear, and he wouldn’t mind playing with him for a while. He tugged on his shirt, relieved to feel the cool air rippling towards his chest, refreshing him for a moment. He took his shoes off and left them by the door, alongside the rest of the family’s shoes and began to wander the house, looking for the little brother, heading for his room first.




There was never an ordinary day for Kyle; not living in this house with Sarah. The girl was a darling, sure, but she was also all over the place at the best of times. Her mind always strayed from what she wanted, and she was hard to pinpoint.

Kyle, on the other hand, was much less absent-minded, and his body was small and lean. While he was considered a 'nerd', because he actually did his homework, he also had a nice body; he took good care of himself. Being sixteen, he was a year and a half younger than his sister, and he had his whole life ahead of him.

But even he had some secrets; two of which being that he was gay, and the other having to do with the huge, insurmountable crush placed on the very love of his sister's life. He had told nobody; not even his best friend. Only he and his journal knew, and, just to be safe, it was one of those Password Journals. Girly as they were, they kept unwanted eyes out of his business.

Currently, he lay on his stomach on the bed, flipping through the pages of his chemistry book, sighing as he looked for the answers to his homework. He hated this class with an extreme passion, but the teacher was cool and helped him out a lot, because he needed it. Being such a good student got him accelerated in classes, and instead of being a Junior, he just so happened to be a Senior; same grade as his sister and her boyfriend. It just made everything so much easier, and yet it still brought a challenge to the table every night when it came time for homework.

Currently, he wore a thin white t-shirt and a pair of dark blue, school-issue basketball shorts, and a pair of white and blue tube socks. His shoes lay at the front door with everyone else's; he had decided to sleep in his gym clothes, because they were clean and he'd gone into school today on accident; nobody bothered to tell him they had no school, because he'd get into arguments with the principal about how important it was to him.

However, he glanced up at the mirror placed above his twin bed, licking his lips. He was pale, that was for sure; his face was littered with freckles, and his eyes were a deep green. His hair shone brilliantly in the sunlight from the window, a bright red that was still dark enough to be considered natural, and it hung in straight clumps all down his head. He had naturally curly hair, but he hated it and would wake up hours before anyone else just to spend forty-five minutes straightening it.

He began to sing softly; he was in choir, as well, and excelled in it.

"Think of me, think of me fo~ondly..."

Christopher had just reached the door, his hand curled around the cold, metal handle, when he heard a gentle singing emerge from within the room. He looked around, as if someone was watching him, even though he was fully aware there was no one else in the house besides Kyle and himself. He turned the handle as gently as he could, swinging the door open a crack, checking whether Kyle was facing the door. When he saw that he was laying on his bed, with his back to the door, Christopher swung the door open all the way and leaned in the door frame, listening a few more seconds to his soft singing. It was soothing, and Christopher closed his eyes, folding his arms on his chest as he relaxed, breathing slowly and silently.

He began to think of Sarah, and how much they would enjoy themselves in her own room, on her own bed. The seconds ticked by as he imagined all sorts of activities going on in that room, but suddenly he began picturing Kyle in front of him, Kyle being the one he was embracing and kissing so passionately, Kyle being the one that he was running his hands over. What frightened Christopher the most was that this… day dream… was actually sort of nice.

He opened his eyes in shock and let his gaze travel up and down Kyle’s nimble body. It scared him slightly that he was enjoying the view, but didn’t feel any angst against it. He noted how wonderfully smooth his legs looked from that angle, and the way his spine protruded sensually. Smirking, he crept up to the bed, standing over him silently before leaning down, holding his breath as he got his mouth as close to Kyle’s ear as possible. Grinning, he leaned in further, taking care not to touch him in the slightest, and uttered a single word.

“Boo.”

He was delighted by Kyle’s reaction, and laughed heartily, poking his side playfully.

(Ugh, so little. Sorry D': )

Laying there singing, the younger boy didn't even realize his door had opened. He had closed the Chemistry book, giving up for the moment, and rest his chin atop the thick bundle of words and pictures. His body had moved to sit up slightly, but otherwise he took no notice of anything around him. He had heard Christopher and his sister downstairs and decided that he didn't want to know what it was they would be doing down there, and instead he set about singing even more intently.

However, soon he felt and heard the word 'Boo', his body jolting back into a laying position as he flattened himself to the bed, green eyes wide.

"Nngh! C-chris...what are you...doing?!" He cried, panting and looking up at the other with the cutest, almost most sensual look he had in him. He didn't realize how cute the slight tears in his eyes looked, nor did he take notice of the fact that his plump lips were wet from licking them and that he had a slight blush on his cheeks.

Truth be told, the young man had the ability to sometimes be a bit on the naughty side, and while he sang and thought about his sister and Christopher, he began to wonder what it would be like if he had Chris all to himself. It would definitely be a new experience for him, and he could totally see himself learning things about the human body he'd never thought about before. To be honest, he wasn't a very perverted person, and spent more time learning about practical things that didn't involve a second person, or one's own hand.

"Geez...you scared me..." He mumbled, sitting up a bit but keeping his pointed hip bones pressed tightly to the bed; Chris didn't need to see what thoughts about him did to the poor redhead beside and beneath him.

(( I think mine's kind of short, too. D8 ))

Christopher watched Kyle curiously, giving off a few gentle chuckles as the other sat up slightly. Christopher himself turned around and walked to the desk, pulling out the chair and sitting in it, facing Kyle as he leaned back, getting relaxed. Letting his gaze flit briefly past his own hips he breathed a sigh of relief; there had been no erection from the profane thoughts he had had of Kyle and himself. Grinning, he watched Kyle’s emotions. He could be so innocently sensual with any sentiments he felt at any point, and the almost-teary-eyed touch his eyes had was utterly captivating. Christopher was expecting tears to come pouring out of those beautiful eyes and run down his cheeks, leaving two shimmering trails on his pale skin. But that never happened, and eventually the teary-eyed look disappeared. Christopher looked at the book Kyle had probably been looking through and scowled. Chemistry. He loathed that subject with all of his soul, and let his teachers know it every day. He got bad marks in it almost all the time.

Getting out of the chair, he grabbed the book and sat down where it had once been lying, his right leg and hip touching Kyle’s. Christopher absent-mindedly flipped through the pages, only thinking of the tingling sensations he felt on his skin from merely touching Kyle’s body. He finally closed the book and put it away, turning to Kyle, relaxing his body against the wall.

“Well, your sister left me here all alone, and told me to play with you for a few hours while she’s out and does some errands.” He began, licking his lips unconsciously when he finished speaking, his gaze resting on the freckled face that belonged to Kyle. Christopher reached up with one hand and ran it through his blond hair, grateful to have gotten a few strands out of his eyes. He looked away for a second, staring in his lap before looking back at Kyle. “What do you suppose we do, then?” He asked, trying to stimulate conversation, or provoke Kyle to get up and find the two of them something they could spend their time doing. He cocked his head slightly to one side in question, swallowing spit involuntarily.


(I guess it'll begin speeding up soon enough :/)

Kyle hadn't much listened at first, but after realizing that his sister had left them alone and Christopher was touching him...his mind instantly turned to the basics. He just hoped it didn't leak out of his mouth; that lower lip quivered a little and he closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath. He really didn't want to think too hard about the fire shooting straight to his belly and his groin just from the touch alone, but it rapidly began overtaking any and every thought that he could come up with.

"Um.." He shifted a little, the softest, breathiest moan leaving his lips; stupid bed, molesting him when he was trying to get off the subject. Get off...that certainly didn't help. He sighed, soon collapsing to the bed with the brightest blush to rival his hair in color spread across his cheeks.

"I 'unno." He finally spoke, his voice muffled as he hid his face and clamped his eyes shut. He hated this feeling; he was intellectual, but he had no learning or running knowledge with people, relationships...sure, he'd had a few crushes over the years, but that had been as far as any of it had ever gone. Not very many people found Kyle very appealing or fun to look at, and someone who did was rare. However, if he only knew the thoughts running through Christopher's head at that moment, he probably would have only attributed it to chance.

"H-how about...Scrabble?" He was great with word games; he wanted to be an English major when he got out of high school. And maybe thinking hard on the game would help him out of this suddenly odd state.

ERROR

When Kyle realized that Christopher wasn't bringing the game back up to his room, the redhead sighed in defeat and slowly pushed up.

"What am I supposed to do about you?" He hissed to his crotch, impatiently and desperately looking around the room. Cold shower could work...but he could always just ask Chris-- that thought was stopped dead as he felt himself throb in his shorts. He gave off a slight moan and whimpered unpleasantly, giving himself a sad glance in the mirror.

He decided to call down to Chris, but his words were jumbled and didn't want to come out how he wanted them to.

"Hey, Chris? Um...I need a col--shower. I um...I'll be right off--OUT. Out. Just..um..." He leant a bit too close to the railing on the stairs and brushed himself against it, moaning low and rather loudly. An embarassed squeak left the boy and he nearly ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind himself and leaning against it, sinking down to sit against it. He panted hotly, sweat prickling his body.

"I hate you." He sighed, looking down at his erection. "Just leave me alone." He added, but it only twitched a bit harder, looking back at him to the best of its ability and seeming to tease him.

(Gotta get off for the day. See you tomorrow! :3)

Christopher waited impatiently for Kyle to get there, and when he couldn’t hear him coming, he stood up, attempting to move the rest of the game up to his bedroom just as the other called down, telling him he needed a shower. Christopher suddenly felt jealous. He desperately needed a shower himself, and now Kyle needed one?! Definitely not for the same reasons… Sighing, he left the game where it was and made his way up the stairs, his crotch pitching a small tent between his legs. Hearing a door slam, he assumed it was the bathroom door, and reached it mere seconds later. Christopher could heard strange muttering coming from the inside, and caught the words, “I hate you,” which confused him. He considered for a second to ignore it, but changed his mind and knocked on the door.

“Why do you hate me?” He asked in an almost pitiful voice, assuming automatically that it was himself Kyle was speaking of. After all, there was nobody else around the house besides the two of them. He was disappointed, to say in the least, although he couldn’t even begin to guess why. He had most probably begun thinking of Kyle in the same way he thought of Sarah, and was confused.

Standing this close to the door, the tip of his erection brushed against the wood surface, a gentle rippling of pleasure running through him, beginning at the summit of his hard-on and spreading over his body. It was followed closely by merciful shivers over his spine. His lips parted a centimeter and an almost silent moan began to escape from his lips before he clamped his mouth shut by slamming both palms against it, wincing as he practically slapped himself.

“Nn… Ng-!” Were the only recognizable sounds escaping through his fingers.

Soon, he heard the other speaking to him through the door, and his red cheeks only shined brighter. He was mostly naked, now, just staring at himself before turning to look over his shoulder.

"No, no...I could never hate you.." He offered, almost sounding dream as he spoke. "I...hate...myself." He offered, not sure what to say. He really didn't want to say 'I hate my hard-on', because that would totally make himself known to the other. And that, well, that was bad. It just wouldn't work at all.

"I..I'm totally talking to myself. I love you." That didn't come out right. He felt himself twitch again and he gasped suddenly, "I mean...I...I don't...I uh...well..." Now he'd gone and dug himself into a hole that he couldn't get out of. It was going to be bad as soon as he opened that door, but...he made his way over to it, a towel wrapped snugly about his waist but not hiding the obvious need he held. He unlocked and opened the door, only to find Christopher in close contact to himself, feeling both of their erections brush, Kyle's beneath the other's. This made him gasp and he looked up into the other's eyes, searching for some kind of answer.

It was an understatement to say that Christopher was surprised when Kyle opened the door, considering what he had just said. Christopher had even considered the fact that he was joking. In between the few milliseconds it took for their erections to brush against each other, his gaze had begun to wander across Kyle’s half naked body, starting at his shoulders, where the bones protruding sensually. He moved his stare down to his chest, which wasn’t as well-toned as his own, and almost child-like in its own manner, yet lustful. Christopher shot his tongue out from his mouth, licking his lips nervously. His gaze met with Kyle’s waist just as their erections brushed against each other. He heard the soft gasp that escaped the other’s lips, and felt him look him in the eye. Christopher didn’t dare look up, frightened of what he would see. He felt sweat begin to dot his forehead lightly, and he finally looked back at Kyle.

“You… love me…” He repeated what Kyle had said just moments earlier from behind the door. He let the phrase run around his mind, like a fly circling a delicious piece of mango, considering the choices of landing, to begin indulging in its sweetness and the risk of being killed for such an action. Christopher felt all sorts of emotions overwhelm him, and was sure they all showed on his face. Confusion, amazement, shock, love, desire, pleasure, more confusion, doubt, and finally shame. “You love me.” He recited a second time, like a stuck record. The meaning of the words was only just starting to set in, and he had spoken stronger, like he was sure of it. Because he was sure of it. He took a step forward, which wounded up being a small shuffle, considering the space between the two relatively minimal. Their erections touched again, and Christopher let a gentle sigh of pleasure slip through his lips. His arms reached up and grabbed Kyle’s shoulders, holding them tightly. His skin against his own was… nerve-racking. Christopher just wanted to take Kyle, right then and there. “Forgive me.” He murmured, speaking mostly to himself and the currently absent Sarah as he leaned his torso forward, moving his head to one side, letting his lips connect with Kyle’s.

He didn’t act for a moment, just letting their lips touch childishly. A fraction of a second passed before he began to truly kiss him, moving his mouth partly open and closed, closing his eyes as the hands gripping Kyle’s shoulders forced him to come closer to his body. Their chests were touching, and the erections were now practically pressed up against each other. Christopher decided to be daring, and moved his right leg forward, curling it around the back of Kyle’s leg, their erections coming together even closer, if that was even possible.

Kyle had honestly been scared out of his mind as soon as he heard the shaky repetition of his words, and he had almost slammed the door shut and started crying. However, his arms had gone numb and the vessel was under siege; there were no responses from any part of his body, and his mind was on overload trying to get them to reply with even the vaguest twitch or tremor; just something to prove they were still connected.

However, soon he found the other's lips on his, and the second iteration of his words hit his ears a little late, sending a fluttering pack of feral butterflies into his heart and stomach, and he felt his whole being throb as the other pulled him close. First their chests and erections brushed, then touched more fully, the feeling of the other's cotton shirt like a stingy electrical storm against his own thin, frail body. Then the feeling of the other's buldge against his own hit him with some kind of shock that nearly bowled him over, and then there was that leg! If his mind had been frantic a moment before, now it had reeled into a scramble, groping for any sense from any functioning part of his body. It was like everything but his mind was shut off, and there was nothing he could do to get any reaction. That is, until he felt something...

His lips twitched against the heat of the other's body, and he suddenly felt fire ignite through his whole system, draining him of immobility and pushing him to life, arms wrapping around the taller boy's neck, legs going weak but trying to stay up with all of his might. His lips moved against the elder's, eyes fluttering closed and continuing to start at his face despite the blindness of his lids. Every emotion that had flashed over his face in that matter of seconds ran through his mind, the only thing that made sense as his body moved of its own accord, his leg looping around the other's hips and almost pulling back; his legs were rapidly giving out.

Christopher kept his eyes open, watching Kyle gently. The emotions that passed his face were amusing to watch, and he was partly surprised when the other responded in a positive manner to his kiss, returning it softly. When his legs seemed to buckle under his weight, Christopher tightened his grip on Kyle’s shoulders, but that was when he just about wrapped his leg around his waist, and Christopher suddenly became aware of what was going on. He closed his eyes as hard as he could, making lights flash everywhere, then opened them again within a second, pulling away from Kyle abruptly. He pushed him away, still gripping him by the shoulders, holding him at arms’ length. His jaw had dropped, and it felt like it would drop to the floor if it could. His gray-blue eyes were wide open, staring at Kyle in shock. One word flashed through his brain on no end as he struggled to fight against desire. Sarah…

A sigh slipped past his lips and Christopher looked away, avoiding Kyle’s eyes. “I can’t. Sarah…” He hissed under his breath, letting go of Kyle. He let his gaze wander to his own erection that seemed to throb from longing. He had been so close… so close, yet… His conscience forced him to stay faithful to his girlfriend. Although… in terms of pleasure, Kyle was so much nicer. It was like kissing an innocent child. Christopher looked up into his face, biting his lower lip nervously. He so wanted to dive deep into that mouth, take him right there, on the floor. He took a step back, then another, until his back collided with the wall. His feelings were so confusing, and he felt he had to get away while he battled an inner war, between faith and desire. “Kyle…” He whispered, staring at those eyes that belonged to Kyle. “I think I love you…” He whispered, re-taking his steps and walking back to the other.

This time he felt surer of himself, and moved with ease. He slipped his arms around Kyle, his hands gripping his lean waist as he pulled each other closer. Their erections touched once again, making Christopher gasp loudly. One hand moved nervously around Kyle’s waist, fingering the towel that hindered Christopher from really seeing him. The knot that kept it there was weak, but Christopher didn’t touch it. He moved his head back in again, their lips touching more forcefully, parting his lips mid-kiss to slip his tongue into Kyle’s hot mouth. The hand that had previously been trailing around the towel had begun to pull it up, out of the way, without taking it off. Eventually his fingertips touched skin, and Christopher felt ripples of pleasure take him over, his palm gently covering one half of Kyle’s backside, caressing it gently with his thumb.

At first, Kyle felt like he was being watched, and soon the kiss was broken. He was tugged backwards and he nearly started crying; he was so scared that Christopher would deny him, now, that he shook in the other's arms. His lower lip quivered and he felt the tears leak down his face, the other's eyes so intent on him that he nearly fell to the floor.

However, then he spoke again and suddenly they were touching again and he felt his body catch on fire. The rubbing of the other's shirt and then the overall feeling of heat made him feel like he'd soon pass out. The kiss made him moan, his mouth opening happily for the other, his own tongue moving out to greet Christopher's. He brushed them together again, moaning longer and lower, the hand on his rear driving him positively nuts.

If he didn't want to hurt Sarah...then why was he doing this? It would only hurt all three of them in the long-run, right? It would drive something bad to happen...as logical as he tried to be, though, his mind quickly ignored any thoughts of that, focusing more on the now and how amazing it was and that the other was so hot against his own body.

Christopher was beginning to get overtaken by the pleasure, and the kissing became rougher, a strong indication that he wanted more. The hand that was cupped around Kyle’s backside tightened its grip repeatedly as it moved closer to his groin. Just before he managed to touch it, the rest of Christopher’s body began moving, seemingly at its own accord, taking two huge steps into the bathroom, partly dragging Kyle with him. He opened his eyes only for a second, to make sure he didn’t smash Kyle into the wall and just lay him across it softly. When he felt the cold tiles on his arms, he let go of the other and stopped kissing his lips. He pressed their hips together lustfully and dipped his head, kissing and nipping along Kyle’s neck, pulling sensually on the skin. His hands went back to his hips, rubbing the towel gently. They took hold of the end of the towel and began to pull it up, intent on revealing all of Kyle’s body.

A second before he managed to whip it off with a flourish, he heard keys jangle at the front door, and the rustle of plastic bags. His eyes shot open and he immediately let go of the towel. He watched it fall back down in despair and stepped away from Kyle, his mouth turned down like a child’s in disappointment. It was Sarah, and she had already finished all of her errands. Christopher took one last, longing look at Kyle before walking briskly out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He STILL had a boner, and it was torturing him. He tugged his shirt down over it in an attempt to hide it, suddenly not so determined to hang out with Sarah anymore. Oh Gods, he had just messed up everything!

“Chri-is?” Sarah called from the kitchen in a singsong voice, unpacking food from the shopping bags. Christopher took a detour into the living room and went into the kitchen that way, to look like he had been there the whole time.

“Yeah, sweetness?” He felt so sickly just saying that. Oh, man, why did he have to go and make out with Kyle… now all he could think about was Kyle! The moment Christopher entered the kitchen, Sarah surprise attacked him, immediately attaching herself to him and rooting her lips to his. It was inevitable that it would happen, but Christopher still wished that she had never noticed. She pressed her own hips against his own and he gasped. She grinned mischievously and reached down to touch it through the fabric when he stopped her, holding her wrist.

“Don’t.” He whispered. She looked confused but didn’t say anything, and simply grinned and walked back to the counter. She continued to unpack everything and he simply leaned against the doorframe, watching her thoughtfully. He wanted to go back upstairs to Kyle so bad it hurt. Literally.

To be completely and perfectly honest, Kyle had been in a whole new world with Chris. His body was shaking and pliable; he'd do anything and everything in his power to please the other, because he couldn't often do that, it seemed. Please other people. He kissed and let himself be kissed, his hips rolled a bit with the towel being brought up, waiting as patiently as possible to be let out...and then it happened.

Chris pulled away, leaving him gasping and whimpering against the wall. When the door was closed and he heard the other descend the stairs, he let himself sink to the floor. Love? Yeah, right. He was loved like Chris needed another hole in the head. He sighed as he looked at his hands, and then at himself. Stupid Sarah. He hated her. With her boobs and her ability to get guys and...gah, he hated everything about her, now.

He just sat there for the longest time before getting up and locking the door. He then got into the shower, sighing heavily, and reached for a shaving razor. Little nicks appeared on his skin, and after a while he wasn't hard anymore. He sat in the bathtub and sobbed for a while, being as quiet as possible. When he got out again, he had the towel totally wrapped around himself and he ran to his room, shutting the door and locking it. He pulled on a black long-sleeve shirt and a dark blue t-shirt to go over it, and a pair of baggy pants. He liked to cover and hide as much of himself as possible when he was upset.

After he was dressed, he lay on his bed on his stomach and tried to sleep. Maybe he'd escape the sudden hurt he felt if he could just sleep. It would be better than feeling what he'd done to himself, as well. He only really got this bad when something really ground-shattering happened to him.

Christopher had detached his thoughts from his body, all of which were directed at Kyle. He wished he could send him his thoughts like he sent messages; with the touch of a button. He was suddenly aware of flashing lights and blinked, coming out of dream world. Sarah was waving her hands in front of his face, blocking then revealing light. That was what had been flashing. She called out to him, accusing him of ignoring her. He shook his head and sneaked a glance to his waist. The boner was, thankfully, gone. How, he couldn’t imagine, but it was gone and he was relieved. He could finally relax for a bit, and planted a huge, fake smile on his lips. One great flaw of Sarah’s was that she couldn’t tell the difference between genuinely happy people and those that were just pretending, and right now he was glad about that. She grinned back and hugged him. He welcomed her this time, pulling one arm around her back and placing the other gently on the back of her head, gently stroking her thin strands.

“I’ve missed you…” She murmured, even though the last time they had been together was last night at his place. He returned the feelings all the same, copying her phrase and leaning down to kiss the top of her head. He was feeling more confused now than ever. He still longed for Kyle, but Sarah was still… his Sarah. His girlfriend. His love. He gently led her to the living room, seating her on the couch and flopping down next to her. He brought an arm around her shoulders, sighing as he relaxed against the sofa. He was dimly aware of the television being turned on, then off.

“Oh, wow, Scrabble!” She exclaimed and he opened his eyes to look at the table. Oh yeah. He smirked as the all too recent memories came flooding back to him. “Should we play? It would be more fun if Kyle would come.” She continued to speak, then looked at him, her eyes brilliantly lit. Christopher nodded, as if agreeing. “Okay, you go get my brother, and I’ll take a quick shower. I didn’t have time for one this morning.” She pouted and shrugged, then rushed up the stairs. He followed her closely, and waited until he heard the bathroom door close until he gripped the door handle that would lead into Kyle’s room.

Christopher took a deep breath and turned it, entering quietly. He closed the door behind him carefully and crept up to the bed. He stood staring at Kyle’s back as he lay on the bed for a while before sitting down at its edge, putting a hand on his shoulder and gently stroking it.

“I’m sorry, kid.” He started, hesitation evident in his voice. “I, uh… still love Sarah. But, um, I think I love you… too?” He spoke carefully, trying not to raise his voice or do anything stupid. “But I’m with Sarah now, and she… can’t know that I’m… that I like you!” He exclaimed and took his hand off of Kyle, suddenly leaning his head in his hands, placing his elbows on his knees. He was so confused it hurt to even think about the issue…

Kyle had been just about asleep when he was suddenly assaulted once more. He thought he'd locked the door, but he guessed it hadn't worked for him like he'd wanted. He sighed a little and scooted over, as far from Chris as he could get.

"I know." He said dully. "Look...I don't...feel so good. So.." he closed his eyes, "Just go screw my sister and get it over with." He let his eyes fall closed irately and he pouted some to the wall beside his bed. He really didn't want to look at Chris at the moment; the painful memories of only ten, twenty minutes ago burning in his chest like he had acid reflux. He sighed a little and shivered, trying to keep the touch of a few seconds ago as loathed instead of loved, so his hips wouldn't react. He growled a little, hating this feeling.

"Just...get out." He didn't sound too convincing, but he felt too down to really try and insinuate his wants in the current way that things were working. Another sigh made him able to breathe again, and he finally realized he hadn't noticed himself holding that last breath. A slight blush worked onto his face and he flattened himself against the wall, laying on his side with his back facing the other. He wasn't in any mood to hear about how his sister was better than him. He really didn't need that.

Christopher was sort of shocked by the reaction he was given by Kyle. He sighed and was about to get up when he changed his mind and reached over, grabbing Kyle’s shoulders and pulling him up, twisting him around to face Christopher. He wouldn’t let him go this time, and dipped in, gently placing his lips on Kyle’s right cheek, then his left. It was a shy kiss, a begging-for-forgiveness kiss. He sighed and kept his grip on Kyle’s nimble body firm, shaking his head in despair. He looked deep into Kyle’s eyes, deciding how to form his sentence, biting his lower lip nervously.

“I really love you, okay? I’m not going to screw your sister again, alright? Ever.” He didn’t add that he still sort of was in love with her, and wasn’t all too willing to give her up, but also wanted Kyle so, so bad. Kyle was so sweet, so much cuter than she was. He told him that, and felt a blush spreading across his face. It was rare for him to feel this, and smirked to himself. “I want you instead of her, from now onwards. I can break up with her right now if you want – but she’s in the shower.” He didn’t wait for Kyle to speak before continuing. “Okay, look, she was the one that sent me up here, but only because she wants you to play Scrabble with us. But I’m asking you to… forgive me and love me back.” He whispered. Once he had finished he took in a deep breath. He could hear the shower being turned off and looked scared. Kyle didn’t have much more time to make up his mind and Christopher leaned forward, moving his arms to wrap around his chest, leaning his own head against Kyle’s forehead.

“I’m begging you.” He whispered, just to make it clear that he wasn’t joking around.

Kyle blinked a little, staring back at the other with wide eyes. Did...did he mean it? He let the words all sink in and he licked his lips, his breathing calming down a little so he didn't have to keep sighing just to breathe. Sometimes he had to do that because his asthma made him need to take deep breaths and let them out quickly. Slowly, he wrapped his arms back around Chris and tugged him closer, sighing gently.

"Never just leave me again." He whispered, closing his eyes and kissing at his lips. "...I'll come play Scrabble." He added, slowly letting his eyes flutter open. "And...if you want me, then break up with her. If you want her...then you don't get me." He made the statement as if he hadn't heard the other speaking about how much he wanted him. "I know you said you would...but I don't want to force you to like me. Okay?"

He heard the shower as well and sighed, "You'd better put me down, though. My sister can get pretty catty when she wants to be. She isn't always the perfect little angel she is for you." And if anyone knew that, it would be Kyle. Tey often got into fights because he would prize something more than she would, and then they'd just have an all-out battle.

Swallowing nervously, Christopher could almost feel time slow down when he heard what Kyle had said, and when the door to the bathroom opened, his heart stopped. But the footsteps that belonged to his future ex-girlfriend didn’t stop at Kyle’s room and simply continued to her own room. Probably to change into a clean pair of clothes. Christopher turned his attention back to Kyle, who had the cutest expression on his face. He resisted doing anything, but then couldn’t and leaned forward, his grip loosening slightly on Kyle’s body as he placed his lips on Kyle’s, kissing him gently. He closed his eyes and relaxed, giving him yet another kiss before getting up again, letting go of Kyle.

“I’ll do it right now. Stay in here.” He whispered just as he heard a door open. He leaned over and kissed the top of Kyle’s head gently. Before turning to leave the room he looked longingly at the other. “She’s probably going to forbid me from coming over ever again. Can you wait outside your house for me when she kicks me out?” He looked pitying at Kyle. That was another great thing about Sarah. She was so predictable. Before Kyle had a chance to answer him he quickly walked out of his room, not closing the door this time. He jumped the last two steps before reaching the bottom of the stairs, landing silently. He padded over to the living room where Sarah was setting up the rest of the Scrabble game.

“Is he coming?” She asked, without looking up. Christopher sighed and walked further into the room but stayed a safe distance from her.

“I need to talk to you.” He said, ignoring her question. She looked up, her attention all on him. Those six words were the most dreadful words any lover would ever hear, and never wanted to hear. They were hardest to say as well. “I want to break up.” He murmured. She was in shock for a moment, then stood up slowly. Her right fist was curled up. She stomped towards him and he backed away, frightened.

“How. Dare. You!” She cried, throwing a punch on his shoulder. She was still as weak as a first grader, thankfully. “Get out!” She screeched, and pointed at the door. He nodded and grabbed his shoes, pulling them on as he rushed out the front door, almost tripping on the ledge. He was shaking all over. That was something he had never imagined doing, ever, and was mostly working on the left-over adrenalin.

Kyle never expected that; he always thought Chris was so happy with his sister. He guessed he was a little better, and that made him purr in joy. He had gotten up and tugged on a pair of slippers, the large fluffy bunny ones his sister had gotten him as a joke for Christmas, and he headed out the back door after going to the kitchen. He walked around the house carefully, looking for Christopher; he saw and heard her ushering him out of the house so suddenly, and he smirked a little. Finally, he was better than that perfect little Sarah; so good at her boyfriend would leave her for him.

He smiled a little when he caught sight of the other, taking his hand and shuffling down the street a bit until they got to the end of the block and he stopped them just around the corner, a fence blocking the view of and from his house. He panted a bit, looking up at the other and trying to get up onto his tippy toes in the odd shoes, finding himself unable to quite reach the other's lips. He supposed the chin would suffice and he kissed it gently, nibbling a little after a second.

"I..can't believe you did that." He stated seriously, shivers running down his spine. He was oddly cold, and he felt it was just a little too awkward a situation for him to be in without losing the precious circulation to his hands. Despite the slippers, he also knew that his feet would be like ice when he went back home. It wasn't the warmest out here. He smiled a little after a moment, licking his lips and looking up at the other with those pretty emeralds of his, a soft smile and slight light to them.

"I need better shoes." He laughed softly after a moment, looking at the goofy pink bunnies on his feet.

Christopher was still in a type of shock as he walked down the block with Kyle, and when he reached up to kiss his chin gently he felt himself come back to the real world. His gaze slowly traveled down to meet with Kyle’s and grinned, shaking his head at him. He was surprised that he had come this far just walking with him, and reached around his body, wrapping his arms gently around Kyle, giving him a sweet kiss on his forehead.

“Well, it’s your own fault to have chosen them.” He murmured, running one hand through his thin strands to move the irritating hairs out of his eyes. “What now?” He asked. He had to admit, he suddenly found himself in a state of confusion, so to speak, and had no more common sense left within him. He wasn’t able to make any good decisions by himself for the time being and sighed. It was his own fault, really. Letting go of Kyle he moved to lean against the block of cement that made up a wall, sticking his hands into his jeans pockets.

(Oh my gosh. So little @[email protected] I am so, so sorry!)

(( haha, don't worry about it, darling. As long as I can work with it, I'm fine! ))

Kyle chewed his lip a little. He could tell the other wasn't very happy, and it kind of bothered him. He didn't know what he could do about it, either. Thinking a little to himself, he placed a hand on his hip and another on his chin and part of his face, holding his hair out of his face. The more he thought, the more he worried; he'd never had a date before, ever, boy or girl. So...what did happen, now? He finally opened his mouth to speak.

"I could...go back home and dress up some and...we could go to the movies or something? Maybe g-grab some dinner?" It was obvious, now, that he was nervous about having a boyfriend, not really knowing much about having one. His own mind was on auto-pilot, and he had no idea how he was going to get anything done, now. He only hoped the other would say yes to his idea. If not...he'd have to go home and wait for Sarah to come and bitch at him about his new lover. For some reason, he kind of felt like he was getting hand-me-downs. It was odd to think of it like that, but it was the way it had stuck into his head.

(( Oh, noes...I did it, too. D8 ))

Christopher felt that, in this momentary silence, the cool surface of the wall was remarkably relaxing, and after Kyle had spoken he smiled, opening his eyes and pushing off the long-ago hardened cement to approach him. He leaned down and cupped his face in his hands, Kyle’s soft skin warm against his hands. He kissed his lips gently, more lovingly than when they did in the bathroom earlier. Christopher let his lips linger for a second longer than necessary before pulling up.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” He praised, moving his hands to curl around Kyle’s body once more and kissed him again, pushing gently against his face. He didn’t know whether there would be any good movies on at this hour, but he didn’t care. It was a Monday, still early afternoon, and there would most likely not be a lot of people in the cinema. That way, they could have the whole room for themselves, mostly. Grinning her stepped back, out of the kiss, and let go of Kyle. “You go and get changed then. I’ll wait at the bus stop over there.” He pointed across the street at the same stop he got off at earlier this afternoon. “There’s a bus coming that will stop by the nearest cinema.” He said, then leaned in again and kissed Kyle on the forehead, as a temporary goodbye. He waved him away, and when he was gone he walked up towards the bus stop. There was only one other person waiting there, a young mother, balancing her child on her knees. The baby gurgled happily. Christopher grinned and reached out, caressing the child’s cheek. The woman grinned. A bus eventually came around the corner, but it wasn’t the bus for Kyle and himself. The woman stood up and gathered her items – Christopher helped – and got on the bus.