Grown Attached
It started about two weeks ago. Not a big deal, really. Okay, well, if anybody found out it would be. But we haven't done anything. Nothing that we regret, anyway.
I don't remember exactly how it happened. We had hung out the one time, and we didn't really click all that well. But a few days later, I was bored out of my mind, and since I no longer had a girlfriend, I had nobody to do anything with. All of my other friends were either off at soccer practice or at some party that I really didn't want to go to.
So against my better judgment, I called him up. I convinced him to come over and hang out at my place. He got there about ten minutes later and I offered him something – I don't remember exactly what it was, just that it was some form of alcohol.
We got to drinking and complaining about girls and how you can't live with 'em, you can't live without 'em. But this was more the "can't live without 'em" situation. And the more we talked, the drunker we got. And the drunker we got, the more carefree we got. And the more carefree we got, the more our words began to sink in.
Needless to say, one of us kissed the other. I really don't recall who it was, but suddenly our lips were pressed together, and it was awkward. I'd never kissed a guy before, and it felt a lot different than kissing a girl. Not better, necessarily, but… equal in a different sense.
At that point we realized what we were doing and pulled away. I would have thought that it would have been one of those moments that we would have had to look away, faces as red as tomatoes while babbling some excuse.
But all we could do was look at each other. Honestly, I wanted to do it again. To make it more passionate that time, more than just a peck. By the way he was looking at me, I could tell that he was pretty curious, too. I bit my lip. I could tell that he was about to go into the excuse-rambling mode, and I knew that if I wanted to satisfy my curiosity, I'd have to do it then. So I leaned in again.
And since then, we've been doing that. Making out. That's as far as it goes. Obviously two guys making out might be considered a gay activity, but that's the only gay activity. No mutual masturbation, no blowjobs. We haven't even seen each other with more than our shirts off. Oh, and definitely no sex. Fuck no. We might have this gay tendency, but we're not gay. Really, we're not. This situation is just like a thing we have until we find new girlfriends.
But I think that Seth's got his eye on Summer. These sessions are probably coming to an end, and I kind of wish that they weren't. Somehow I've grown attached to Seth. I still don't want more than the kissing – I'm sure I never will. But I'm not ready to move on, and I probably never will.
So as Seth comes over that night and we're passionately kissing on the couch, I can't help but wonder if when he whispers Danny it'll be the last time.
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