A/N: Hello again everyone! I'm back with the second part of the prologue!
Before we get started, I would like to thank everyone that read the first chapter. I would also like to give a huge thank you to winterschild11, RainbowDiamonds, Guest, and Side1ways for reviewing!
I hope you all enjoy!
Finding love was one of those things in life that not everyone experienced. And I'd found it with Kendall. What sucked was not being able to scream it to the world that I'd found my soulmate, the one person who completed me. I hadn't known I wasn't whole, until Kendall became my missing piece.
But we couldn't tell anyone. Not yet.
Not sure why. Other gay couples in our town hadn't been chased away with pitchforks or anything. Maybe it was peer pressure or just the thought of being categorized as different that stopped us. Being a teenager was hard enough, and neither of us really wanted to add shit on top of that.
Kendall was on our high school hockey team. I was on the team too, even though I wasn't quite as good as Kendall. My main advantage on the ice was my speed. I could weave through the other players and outrun them. Hockey wasn't something I wanted to do long-term, just something I enjoyed while in school.
Kendall, however, lived for it. His dream had always been to play pro-hockey.
When he was scouted, he really wanted to attend a college in California that had a Trojan for a mascot, which had caused some taunting on my part about him being a massive condom. Another guy got the spot he wanted, though, so he'd settled for going to one of the best colleges here in Arkansas.
Secretly, I was happy about it, and I knew that made me an awful best friend.
If he'd gone to California, I wouldn't have been able to go with him. One, I couldn't afford an expensive school like that, and that was if they even accepted me. Two, I loved my life here in Arkansas. I'd already made friends during the few times I visited the college campus that we were attending, and I'd talked to the head of the English department about the curriculum for the first semester. They even had a Shakespeare seminar that I was freaking excited for.
So, although selfishly, I was happy that Kendall wasn't leaving.
At the library that evening, I searched the shelves for Homer's The Iliad. School had just ended, but it was never too early to get a start on my summer reading list. I was a huge lover of the classics, and I wanted to study classic literature in college.
"Aha. Gotcha." I said when I saw the spine of it. After taking it off the shelf, I flipped it open, loving the smell of the pages. Seeing Kendall's amused expression, I placed it under his nose. "Here. Smell."
I proceeded to flip the pages, making ooh and ahh sounds.
"God you're such a nerd." He said, fighting a smile. He leaned on the shelf and arched a brow. "Now that you found your little book, you ready to go? I thought we could catch a seven o'clock movie before we head home."
His green eyes made my stomach flutter and one glance at his sexy as sin lips took away any intelligent thought in my head. I almost kissed him right then, but I had to remind myself where we were.
Too many people were around.
"Yeah, I'm done." I said, hugging the book to my chest. "What do you wanna watch?"
"I don't know. Maybe Bridesmaids?" He answered before giving me a silly grin. "I'm in the mood for a chick flick."
"Sounds fun."
His taste in movies-and music-was eclectic. He loved all types. Kendall was the kind of guy who got hyped up for the big actions films like Transformers and pretty much any Marvel movie ever, but he also liked chick flicks, horror, suspense, and tear-jerker movies. And Disney. He was a connoisseur when it came to those. When we watched them together-something we'd done when we were kids and for some reason he still required us to do-we had epic singalongs.
After I checked out the book, we left the library and headed toward the movie theatre. It was a small town, so we only had one theatre, but it was a nice one, having just been built a year before.
Once we bought our tickets and concessions, we went into the theatre. No one else was in the theatre with us, so we sat in the very back row with our two large drinks and huge bucket of popcorn. We made our own commentary as the movie played and laughed at the ridiculous shit that spewed from our mouths.
Over halfway through, our attention drifted from the movie and to each other.
Kendall softly kissed my neck, and it sent chills up and down my arms. His hand roamed across the top of my leg and trailed my inner thigh as his kisses on my neck turned to gentle bites.
"No hickies." I said with a laugh, a laugh that was cut-off with a sharp gasp as he sucked hard at the base of my throat. He started rubbing the growing bulge through my jeans and I was already close to losing it. "Fuck. Okay. Don't stop."
"Know what I'm gonna do?" He moved his face close to mine, and even in the dim theatre, I saw the devilish grin.
I shook my head, and that grin widened. He slid out of the seat, causing it to flip back up, and he moved between my legs. My jeans were unzipped in record time, he pulled them down and my dick sprang out.
And when his lips surrounded my tip, I groaned. The wet heat of his mouth was mind-blowing. He gave me head right there in the theatre, and when I started coming, I had to clench my jaw to keep from moaning too loud.
Kendall swallowed every last drop and licked me from base to tip one last time before tucking my dick back into my pants.
I was about to get on the floor to repay the favor, but the credits started rolling, and the house lights came back on. The ushers would be in soon to clean the theatre. We stood, walked down the steps, and went out into the hall.
My muscles felt wonky after the orgasm, and Kendall smirked as we passed the workers. I could tell he wanted to hold my hand as we went through the main lobby by how his knuckles brushed against mine. But we didn't.
"Wanna take the back way to my house?" I asked once we were in his car.
"Hell yeah." He answered, finally grabbing my hand and linking our fingers.
He knew exactly what I meant.
The back way was a dirt road that hardly anyone ever drove down. When we were younger, we'd walked the road and had some pretty epic adventures. Now, we had a different type of adventure. Kendall and I had often pulled off to the side of the road and into the trees to have sex. With having to hide our relationship from everyone at school, my parents, and his grandpa… well, it was hard to find places for that.
Still feeling a bit sore from the few times we'd already had sex that day, I gave him a blowjob instead. He tugged on my hair so hard during it that my scalp ached a little bit, but I loved it.
I loved it all. The feel and taste of him, the sounds he made, the way his muscles moved beneath his skin.
Afterward, we heavily made out in our secret spot. He squeezed my ass as his tongue tangled with mine. Our labored breaths blended as one, as did the beating of our hearts.
The quiet sighs and moans leaving Kendall as I straddled him in the back of his car were my favorite sounds. I loved being the one to give him that kind of satisfaction.
"I fucking love you." He whispered, nuzzling his forehead against mine as he splayed his hands on my lower back. "You're everything to me, Jay."
I hugged his neck and ran my fingers through the blond strands of his hair. "It doesn't really seem like enough, does it? Saying I love you. Those words seem too small to explain the way I feel."
"Look at you being all mushy." He chuckled and moved his hands up my spine. "Probably all that Shakespeare you read, my little literary genius."
It tingled where his fingers touched my bare skin.
"Hey, don't mock my Shakespeare. But I'd say he was better known for his comedies and tragedies." I pointed out. "Sure, there was romance too and the relationships were a huge part of the plot, but not exactly pure romance."
"You're joking, right?" Kendall asked. "Romeo and Juliet is a romance. How can you say Shakespeare isn't romantic?"
"Romeo was a fickle bastard who jumped from one girl to the next in like the same night, and Juliet was young and naive." I explained, gliding my thumb along the sensitive spot below his ear. "They were infatuated with each other, but it wasn't true love. Sure as hell isn't a romance and-"
"Oh, excuse me." Kendall interrupted before biting at my throat. "So many people would bite your head off for that kind of talk. That play is like the number one best classic romance ever."
"It ends in death, so technically, it's not a romance." I explained. "Shakespeare's work is phenomenal, and he had an amazing way with words. But the romances in his plays usually ended in tragedy. All are amazing, don't get me wrong, but a happy ending is needed for it to be classified as such."
"So you're saying that a romance that ends in a tragedy isn't a romance?" Kendall asked, challenging me.
"Exactly."
"So, if I died tomorrow," He continued. "Would our love not be a romance?"
"Don't even joke about that." I said, refusing to even think about a life without him. "We'll always be together."
"Just like we always have been." He said, making my heart swell.
I stared into his green eyes and stroked the line of his jaw. "Okay, enough Shakespeare talk." I said before looking at the dashboard clock. "I have to be home soon. Now shut up and kiss me."
He smirked as he gripped my nape and pulled me closer. Gently, he touched his lips to mine before deepening the kiss. We'd been in a lip-lock for so long that my lips began to chap, but I didn't care. He was worth it.
"We should probably go." He said after breaking the kiss. His unmoving arms around my waist told me he'd rather do the opposite.
"Yeah. If I'm out any later, my dad will freak out."
If I'd known what was going to happen in the next few days… I would've never let us leave that spot.
XxX
Waking up to the sun shining through my window, I winced at the assault on my eyes. I turned my head the other way on the pillow and tried to go back to sleep. Right as I shut my eyes, my alarm sounded.
I worked at my parents' diner on weekends, and I had to be there by nine. The pay wasn't much, but I enjoyed helping them out. They'd had the place ever since I could remember, and a lot of my childhood had been spent with Kendall as we ran around the diner causing trouble. There was a section in the back for kids, and I knew it was because of us that my parents added it.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes before grabbing my phone to kill the alarm. A new text message was on the screen, and I clicked to open it.
Kendall: You need to rethink your stance on the whole Shakespeare thing, dude. "I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest." That shit is beautiful.
Smiling, I texted back.
Me: Looks like someone had fun on Google way too early this morning. But, ok. You may have a point with that one. What you doing today?
Kendall: Idk. Probably hang out with you at the diner.
Me: Okay, stalker. See you in a bit?
Kendall: Lol. Ok.
I rolled my eyes at the heart emoji that he added at the end of his message, even though I thought it was cute.
After getting out of bed and going to the bathroom, I took a quick shower before getting dressed. There was a McDonalds down the road, so I'd just stop in to get breakfast there instead of trying to scrounge around the kitchen for something.
I went through the drive-thru and scarfed down the sausage biscuit before pulling into the diner. Mom's car was there, and I parked beside it. Dad told me good morning as I walked into the back office, and I groaned as usual for having to be up early. He chuckled.
"There's coffee." Dad said, adjusting the glasses on his nose. "Help yourself to some before talking to the customers, so you don't snap on them."
I laughed, knowing he had a point. Me before coffee was a scary sight.
Caffeinated and no longer plotting murder to those around me, I took customers' orders and served their food. The morning went on as normal. I kept looking out the front windows to see if Kendall had pulled in yet, but he still hadn't shown up.
My eyes focused on the spot at the bar he liked to sit and talk to me while eating his breakfast platter of pancakes, hash browns, eggs, and bacon. A weird feeling went through me at seeing it so empty.
I couldn't explain it, but it seemed symbolic in some way.
By mid-afternoon, I got a break, and the first thing I did was grab my phone and called him. It rang. And rang. No answer. My hands started shaking, and I re-dialed him. An unsettling feeling landed in the pit of my stomach, and when he didn't answer for the fourth time, I called him again.
His words from the night before went through my head. "If I died tomorrow, would our love not be a romance?"
I felt like I was going to puke.
I was just about to go into full panic mode, when the jerk face finally decided to answer his goddamn phone.
"Hey!" He said, and that one word was the best thing I'd head all day.
"For fuck's sake, Ken, I was about to send out a rescue team for your stupid ass." I said in a rush, shaking with relief. "I thought you were coming to the diner. What's up?"
"James, I have some fucking amazing news. I don't want to tell you over the phone, though. Come over when you get off work, okay?"
"Okay." I said, curious. I didn't like surprises, so with that curiosity was also nerves. "See you later."
The day dragged ass after that, as if the universe was having a nice laugh at my expense. The clock moved super slow, and minutes seemed to last hours. By the time I was finally able to leave, it was around five o'clock.
I told my parents bye before hightailing it out of the diner and getting into my car.
When I got to Kendall's house, I jogged up the steps and didn't even knock on the door before going inside. I went over there so much that I practically lived there, and Bill-Kendall's grandpa-had even made a joke before that he was going to start charging me rent.
"James?" Bill asked before rounding the corner into the living room.
"Yeah, it's me, Grandpa." I said. And yeah, I'd started calling him that years ago. "Where's Kendall?"
"He told me to tell you he's at the lake." He answered with a smile. "Have you eaten dinner? I'm cooking and it should be ready in about thirty minutes."
"Sounds great!"
Back outside, I jogged to the woods and found the trail through the trees that led me to the lake. The suspense was killing me. Anxiety bubbled inside my chest, and I ran faster, jumping over tree stumps and dodging thorn bushes. One snagged my leg, and I tore my pants free before continuing down the dirt path.
That unexplainable feeling I'd had earlier at the diner returned.
And I suspected that whatever Kendall had to say...it was going to change everything.
Done! So, there you have it. We got to see a bit if James' POV this chapter.
I would love to hear your thoughts on the chapter, as well as if you happened to have a favorite part/moment!
Next chapter will be the last part of the prologue and will reveal what separated Kames. That will be up this weekend!
Until then!
-Epically Obsessed
