Hey Guys I was looking for some Cursed yaoi and wondered why there wasn't that many so I decided to make a short series. Please tell me what you think.
It had already been 3 months since the "curse of the werewolf" was lifted and I still found myself with uncontrollable urges. I wasn't sure if these urges meant that I was still cursed or that I may have retained something werewolf. I often leaned more toward the latter though because so far my urges weren't necessarily that of devouring flesh but more of lust and strange behavior. I also seemed to have retained some of the strength and agility that I gained during my days as a lycanthrope. This part I didn't really mind because it meant I could still join the wrestling team which was surprisingly fun.
In the three months after, Bo and I became good friends much to the shock of our classmates. He still calls me a fairy from time to time but I don't mind it as much since it isn't much of an insult when it comes from a fairy, especially a fairy friend. He came out to the whole school a week after he came out to me. Most of the kids had a hard time seeing their token jerk as a queer but it wasn't like they could do anything about it especially since he could still kick their asses without batting an eye. Brooke took it pretty hard but what girl wouldn't after finding out that the guy she slept with was really into guys. Speaking of Brooke, we broke up a month after we started dating. She just wasn't the girl I thought she was, even if she was a major hottie I don't regret it.
I lay on my bed staring at my growing collection of werewolf paraphernalia. You'd think after all that happened I would be completely put off by werewolves but the reality is I've actually become more obsessed with them. Ellie constantly nags on about it being an unhealthy habit and Bo makes fun of me for it every time he comes into my room but I refuse to give it up.
The phone rings and as I pick it up I see the word Jerk on caller ID. "What's up Bo?"I ask. "I was just on my way to your place when this asshole runs a red light and smashes into my car!" I quickly sit up. "Are you OK? Are you hurt?" The concern is very clear on my voice. "...yeah. I'm fine. He just wrecked my baby... Shit! And I barely got that new paint job!" Geez, all that worry for nothing. "What can I do?". "Let me in the freakin' door you fairy!" I sat there in confusion for a bit before I made a mad dash to the window. Outside in the rain stood Bo with a cellphone to his ear. He was looking back up at me with a pissed expression that would have made even a mob boss cringe. I raced to the front door and opened it.
Bo was completely soaked. "How you doin buddy?" It was hard not to grin when he looked like a drowned cat. Bo's left eyebrow did a sort of twitchy thing then he shoved his way into the house. I closed the door and followed him into the kitchen where Bo usually spent his time when he barged into my house. I sat at the kitchen table with my chin propped up on my hand while he ransacked our fridge. "Fuck. Don't you guys have anything to drink either than this diet crap?". "There's water" I said with a shrug. After grudgingly picking up a can of Diet Coke Bo sat in the chair opposite of me. He took a couple sits, cursed about the taste, then took a few more sips. This normal routine of his made it impossible for me to keep a straight face. "So," He said putting his soda down "where's your sister?". "Oh, she went on a business meeting to New York. Won't be back for a week or so." Bo shifted his weight. He seemed uncomfortable. " Ah. That's cool I guess." He took another sip of his least favorite drink. " Do you want to take a shower?" Bo choked and I waited as he coughed out the soda that went down the wrong tube. "What?" He asked, bewildered wiping the soda from his face. "I was just asking if you wanted to take a shower to warm up. You know, so you don't catch a cold." His face returned to normal and he murmured a "sure why not".
We got up and walked up the stairs and into my room. Bo turned his back to me and slowly started taking of his wet clothes while I looked for dry ones. His wrestling jacket hit the floor first, a damp black t-shirt which clung desperately to his chest was next, his soggy jeans went after. "Here." I handed him a large plain gray T-shirt that was too big for me and a pair a blue plaid pajama bottoms. He took them, "Thanks"and walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom in his boxers. I stared at his bare back and worked my way down to his boxers. I suddenly caught myself imagining what was under them but stopped myself when my heart started to thump out of control.
This is the first chapter. Please tell me if you want me to continue or not.