Gary paced around his room, annoyed, waiting. "Where the hell is Femme-boy", he muttered to himself. Gary was anxious, the incident in class earlier had his mind reeling. He liked femme-boy, liked him a lot. Hell, he could even admit that he possibly loved Petey, but he never thought Petey would like him back. Why would he, I mean Gary wasn't exactly the shining beacon of nice, he teased that pink clad boy endlessly, yet he always stayed? Now, Gary knew why.

The sound of tiny hesitant footsteps walking to the door, signaled Gary of Petey's arrival. Gary's stomach summersaulted as he stood waiting to grab Petey back if he had to. Petey slowly opened the door and came inside, seeing Gary he paled and turned to run and Gary shoved him against the door locking it in the process.

Petey yelped clenching his eyes shut for a beating, teasing, anything, but none of that came. Instead Petey felt beautifully soft lips on his own and he moaned surprised. Petey hesitated but kissed Gary back. Oh please don't let this be a trick, that'd be too cruel.

Gary caressed Petey's face, kissing the tiny boy under him with a passion Gary never knew he had. Petey was his and no matter what always would be.

Again I'm sorry it's so short. I will make them more and longer.