Simon remembered the first time he had seen him. He was so popular, everyone saying hi to him, and so handsome, girls admiring him from afar. But Simon had never expected it to turn out this way. But now Morris was laying in his arms, the taste of Morris' skin still on Simon's lips.

When Simon first met him, he wasn't attracted at all. He was just friends with Morris because he was cool and popular. They hadn't realized their attraction for each other until that night a week ago when they were alone in Simon's room. Then they had just fell into each other's arms, and one thing had led to another, their animalistic desires overpowering. Simon had never felt that way with anyone ever before, certainly not with any of the girls he had been with. His desire was electric, and he felt a shiver of longing each time Morris touched him. Morris was all he could think about, his handsome looks, his cool smile, his sweetness, intelligence, and sense of humor.

But he knew it was dangerous. His parents would never approve. If word got out, him and Morris would be the pariahs of Glenoak. Simon's father would disown him, never speak to him again. Simon knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. The desire was too powerful. And deep down, it felt good doing something he knew his family wouldn't approve of. It made Simon feel individual, like he wasn't acting like the Camden everyone expected him to be.

Simon heard a door bang downstairs. Matt was home. Simon shook Morris. "Morris, get up. Matt's home." Morris grumbled, but knew Simon's fear. If Matt found out, it would be the end of their relationshipand perhaps the end of Simon. Matt was the one who most disapproved of sex, stopping at nothing to prevent his siblings from engaging in it.

Morris pulled his clothes on. He went over to Simon, kissed him lightly on the lips. "Bye, Simon. See ya later." Simon said goodbye, and Morris climbed out the window.

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