Why write this? Because this is the crap that pours out of my brain at 1:18 in the morning.

START: 1:18

You know what? I've never really considered myself to be gay. I just happened to really like the way Hayner kissed, is all. It's nice to get kissed back once in awhile instead doing all the work and getting nothing in return—maybe I should clarify that a little; when you kiss a girl, she just stands there and takes it and you're left feeling like an idiot trying to fish in her mouth for something intangible with your tongue. Hayner, on the other hand, he's a fighter—and it's kind of hard to explain why I like kissing him, but I'll do my best.

It's how his tongue feels when he licks along the roof of my mouth, and how he almost always tastes like chap stick and that mint flavored gum that he's always chewing—he always spits it out right before one of us gets pushed up against a wall. It's the way he can't keep his hands off of the part of my midriff that my shirt doesn't cover. And there's this kinky little thing he does with his hips—it's just nice, ya know?

We haven't gone "all the way" yet, and I don't know if we will. The farthest we've ever gotten is to a few timid gropes and once some dry humping.

See, it was after a struggle game and I had just been beaten by Roxas so my adrenaline was running high. I went down to the locker room for some reason (I forget why) and there he was, standing nearly half naked with his tank top half way up his torso (I know why he likes my belly-shirts so much now). I did what any sane person would have done; I pushed him into one of the shower stalls and kissed him senseless.

Somehow along the way I ended up losing my shirt and coat and the shower got turned on. Hayner's hands had found their way under my boxers and he was massaging my ass. Yeah, I know, it sounds weird. Haha. Shut up. Have you ever had an ass-massage? If you've never been touched down there before it feels fucking amazing.

So, naturally, I gasped—and I admit that it was not the most manly sound I've ever made—and rubbed my body up against him, trying to get him to go harder. I think that's when the smaller of my two brains decided to take over. After that there was only the taste of mint and sweat on my tongue and the glorious friction of his body against mine and the sounds of the shower covering up any sounds that may have escaped us.

Unfortunately we were cut short when sounds of the other strugglers reverberated through the locker room. We separated, lust forgotten temporarily.

I dashed for the nearest exit away from the throng of people and I can only assume that Hayner did the same. I had an interesting time explaining to Rai and Fuu—who happened to be down the alley way I dodged into—why exactly I was half naked, soaking wet and sporting a boner.

Hayner and I have never brought up the locker-incident since.

I did, however, nearly trip over bouquet of roses that was lying on top of my shirt and jacket that I had left the very next day following the "incident." Hayner can be kinda sweet sometimes. The very next Monday, at school, I thanked him by throwing a packet of his favorite gum with a little love note inside of it (it was only a one time thing, I don't normally write love notes... and if you tell anyone about that I will shank you) at his head in English class.

Other than that we try to keep our relationship on the down-low. We've done pretty damn well so far, the only difference that's been noticeable to everyone else in school is that we're a little more civil to each other than before.

Of course, that was until right now.

This past week, Hayner's been really...uh, how do I put this without sounding crude...? "Easily aroused," I guess. And every time we've gotten past the kissing stage, something has always interrupted us. By Friday I think he'd finally had enough, because when I was on my way to fourth hour (I slept in a little late that day...oops) he ambushed me in the hallway and dragged me into the janitor's closet.

The fist thing he said after closing the door and then the distance between us was, "Dammit, Seifer, touch me." Well, I didn't have to be told twice. My hands were in his pants moments later and he was murmuring dirty things in my ear, stroking the bulge in my own pants. My knees almost buckled when he started sucking on the skin just below my left earlobe.

"Hayner, what the hell!? You can't just up and leave class like that, you gotta—Oh..." That was when Roxas barged into the janitor's closet.

END: 2:46

Yeah, so I think I'll do another chapter, but I dunno when. I gotta update some of my other stories first... -sighs-