Monday was a bore to Travis. He wasn't focusing on his work. It wasn't like he was bad at school. The best at it exactly. But he couldn't stop thinking about that red haired boy across the street from him. Even if it was for just two days he couldn't stop thinking about the teenager. It led to wet dreams he didn't think was appropriate. Omi was the perfect shape and had the cutest personality. He was innocent, fun to be around with, and all around nice. What more could one ask for.
Travis banged his head on the lunch table. He was halfway through school. His mind drifted to the pure Omi. 'I'm going to soil him. No matter what anybody says I don't have the perfect mind everyone thinks I do. And I don't have anyone but to blame but-'
" Yo, Travis!"
Travis lay upright as Roberto took a seat beside from him with a tray. Travis glared at him. It was his fault he was going to end up soiling Omi. Roberto glared back. Travis glared harder. Roberto glared even harder. They were like that for less than a minute before Travis sighed and banged his head on the table. Roberto wore a triumph grin.
" You can never beat me, Ra," Roberto commented.
" I can try, can't I? And what did I tell you about calling me that?"
Roberto snorted at him. "Like I listened to you before," here he started to grin, "I mean every single time you would tell me to stop because we were somewhere or because of sometime I couldn't keep my hands off of your-"
Travis made a swipe at Roberto's head. "Shut up!" he said. He was a beet red. He turned his head to see if anyone was listening. Thankfully everyone was too busy with their own lunches or in their own conversations to care about two boys who seem like best friends.
He eeped. Roberto had put a hand on his leg very close to his manhood. He glared at Roberto. The boy was eating his lunch like there was no problem. The hand started to massage the inside of his thigh.
" Roberto!" he scolded.
Roberto started to smirk. He carefully leaned into Travis' ear. "So why were you glaring at me before?" he asked in a huskily voice.
Travis licked his lips. "You're- you're." He bit back a moan as the hand traveled slowly upward. "You're the reason I'm going to soil him," he finally said. He laid his head on the table and slowly moaned. The hand started to massage his crotch. He grabbed Roberto's hand and try to pull away. He was doing it only half-heartedly of course. Roberto always knew how to make him do things like this.
" Him?" Roberto asked. He took a bite of his apple smiling. He was clearly enjoying himself. Travis growled. He was enjoying himself just a bit too much.
" Yes. There's a new kid in our neighbor hood. And –ahh- he's really innocent and cute. I want to go out with him but I'm afraid with you're ways I'll eventually soil him," Travis finally got out. He looked down. He was already half way hard. There was no way he could cover it. Roberto took away his hand.
" Hmm? Well you think too much," Roberto says, "How do you know he won't like it? He's eventually going to get soiled anyways. Why not it be you? That's how I was thinking."
Travis gaped at him. "You mean I was your-"he stopped himself. He didn't want to say it out loud. Roberto smirked at him. Travis blushed. "But you were so experienced!" Travis said. Roberto stood. He was done with his lunch. He dropped his sweater by Travis who quickly wrapped it around his waist.
" Yeah. But a lot of things come from reading books," Roberto said, "See ya' in history." He took his tray and left the cafeteria.
Travis banged his head on the table. 'Books. He'd learned to do all those things by books! I was his first. But does he have a point about Omi? I have to think more about this,' he thought. He stood and ran after Roberto.
" Wait, Roberto! What kind of books are you talking about?"
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" Hi, Travis!"
Travis stopped his running and turned to the house across from his. Omi and Nana were outside on a picnic of some sorts. He smiled. Nana would do something like that. She was more fun to be with than these other bores he called neighbors. She could make the best games when he was little. And since Omi came into the neighborhood everything seem brighter than before. They recently painted the house a light orange with a white roof when it was a brown house with a tan roof like the rest of the houses. They started planting big plants in the whole yard. Some of the neighbors were complaining to his mother and father but Travis liked it this way. It was so much more fun. Not to mention the fact the slight crush he had on Omi.
They waved him over. After looking for cars he ran over into the garden. Up close he could see he was wrong. They were not having a picnic. They were making origami. He smiled politely. He was really thinking, 'Why are they making that?'
Omi smiled at him. "We're making oragi-nami," he said. He laughed then smiled at Omi's innocence. "No, dear. It's called origami," Nana rightfully pronounced it. Omi nodded.
" Oh right. Well, we're making it so we can hang them on the porch. See?" Omi pointed to their porch. Sure enough a class of paper animals was hung with care. Omi continued, "It was okaasan's idea." Travis grinned.
' So she's teaching him Japanese. That means mother, right?' he thought. He bends over and picked up a colorful crane. "They're nice," he replied. He put it back down. "Well, I better be off. I'll leave you to your origami making," he said. They smile at him.
" Oh, Travis. Saturday I have work. Can you ask you're mother if Omi can come over and stay the day?"
Travis started to jump for joy on the inside. Omi was coming over! Omi was coming over. He would get to spend the day with his Omi…his Omi. He liked the sound of that. His Omi would be coming over. 'Hold it. Maybe, he's coming over. If my parents say yes,' he thought. Soon his world came crashing down again. His parents had work that day too. They surely weren't going to let two teenage boys at home by themselves. He looked Omi over. 'I'm just going to have to convince them. I won't take no for an answer,' he thought, He nodded in reply.
Omi smiled at him. "I hope she says yes," he said.
" You and me both," Travis said. He realized what he said and blushed. "I better go. See you later," he says. He turns and run back to his home. Omi turns to Nana with a goofy grin.
" Travis is weird sometimes isn't he?" he asks. She shakes her head at him in a playful manner and throws a Triceratops origami at him.
" Hey!"
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Travis ran into the house. He slammed the door and winced. He may have to get into trouble for that. 'Who cares? I have to tell them about Omi. Where's mom?' he thought. He ran up the stairs to his parent's room. The room was empty. He went into the living room. No one was there. He begins to get aggravated. Where were they? He went into the kitchen. There was tea on but no one there. He growled. He turned off the tea water and shouted,
" Mom? Dad? Where are you?"
" The den!"
He smacked his head for his stupidity. Of course they were in the den. They always went there to work. He ran into the small room upstairs and opened the door with the bang. His mother was sitting on the couch typing on her laptop. His dad was writing, sitting at the desk.
" You know you shouldn't slam and bang doors. You're not an animal," Leah said in a monotone voice. James nodded grumbling along. Travis resisted rolling his eyes. His parents could be so predictable at times.
" I know. I know. But-"
" No, you don't know. If you did you wouldn't have done it in the first place. Right James?" Leah asked. James grumbled and nodded.
" Yes, but-"
" No buts. And I bet you turned off our water didn't you?"
Ahh…"
" I see. I expect new water, Travis. Now, what do you want?"
Travis stared at him mother for a long time. 'How did she do that?' he thought, 'It must be a mother thing.' He turned to his dad. The man was still writing and grumbling. He sighed and counted to ten. He looked at his mother again. She had his full attention. She stopped typing and was staring at him with her big blue eyes.
" Umm, Nana wanted to know if Omi could stay Saturday until she comes from work." Travis said. He silently prayed she would say yes. 'Say yes. Please say yes,' he thought.
" Hmm? What do you think James?" she asked his father. James waved his hand in an impatient manner. She sighed. She turned to him. "Before I say yes I want to know why you're so hyped up of Omi coming over. You wouldn't be trying something would you?"
" Of course not!" Travis said blushing. His parents already knew of his sexuality. Heck, they were the one to help his through it. They had no objections of course. But sometimes he felt he should have kept it a secret between him and Roberto. 'At least he could keep his mouth shut about it,' he thought, 'Almost.'
" You're lying."
Twitch!
Travis made a full blown twitch. He despised it when his mother did that. She invaded into his mind like…like…like a mother. She was right of course. He wanted to get to know Omi more. Maybe even innocently flirt with him for a while but that was all. Or at least until he could get those books from Roberto.
He sighed and took a seat in a chair. He inwardly shuddered. She had the look of a lawyer in her eyes. It was unnerving. "Fine!" he cries, "I like him okay! I like him a lot! I want to be more than a friend to him. Okay! So please say yes."
She was eyeing him again. She turned back to her laptop. "Okay then. He can come. But I do expect to talk to you more about this of course. You may leave," she said. She waves him away. He stood heatedly and walks out of the room. He hated it when she did that!
The week passed oh so slowly for Travis. Him and his mother eventually had the talk. It involved a lot of asking questions on what he was going to do with Omi, why he liked him, and what would happen if he was rejected. He loved his mother dearly but she treated most things like a case. Sometimes it was funny. Other times it was extremely life threatening.
Then Saturday came…
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A Cliffhanger. I know so wrong of me. Oh well you'll have to see what happens next on the next chapter.
