Part Two
Wes stared at the door, shocked. David loved him? David loved him?!
Three years Wes had had these conflicted emotions. Three years he had forced himself to look away when David came out of the bathroom after a shower, to not watch the droplets of water glide down and over his toned ebony chest, slip down his sculpted abs, dripped down his perfectly V-shaped pelvis, under the towel to his- No! Not now.
Okay, so maybe he had stared a little longer than would be considered normal. Maybe he had basked in the warmth of David's pearly smile or felt himself melt under those chocolate eyes. But, Did he love David?
Wes knew that he always felt his heart jump whenever the boy entered the room. He knew that he always lost his breath when he laughed or smiled. He also knew that it broke his heart just a little bit when he had seen him with his now ex-girlfriend. Did he leave her because of him? Was that why David had come home that night and cried in his arms, breaking his heart a little bit more, and said those things? He remembered that night clearly, as if it was yesterday and not months ago.
Wes was sitting on his bed trying, and failing, to do his science homework. Stupid protons and neutrons and blah-blah stuff.
The door opened suddenly and he looked up quickly to see David, tears pooling in his deep-brown eyes.
"What's wrong?" he had asked worriedly. But David had refused to answer. Only asked, "Will you hold me?" In such a pathetic voice that Wes couldn't have refused him anything in that moment.
When Wes nodded David had rushed to him, curling up instantly in his arms and snuggling himself into Wes' shoulder. He had thought then that David fit there perfectly. All thought left him as David sobbed onto his shoulder though. When the waterworks had finally ended and Wes had asked what was wrong he received a mere two word answer.
"Girls suck."
He only now realized the meaning behind those two words. David had, in his own cryptic way, been trying to tell him what had been going on in that amazing brain of his. He had been trying to tell him what he was feeling. And, like the idiot that he is, Wes hadn't then understood and had simply chuckled as he replied, "I know, man."
I love him.
The thought shocked him for less than a second. In that same second he was on his feet, grabbing his keys, and out the door. He knew just where David would be.
A/N: Mwahaha! I feelz evil. Don't worry the next part will be up soon. ;) Review?