Ryan's P.O.V
I woke up the next morning and glanced up at my clock on the wall: 1:00pm.
I must have been tired last night. I don't usually sleep in this late, however I'm not surprised, so much happened yesterday.
Justin came back, we both admitted our feelings towards each other and then I broke up with him.
It was too much for me to handle.
Before it got too late in the day I decided to have a shower.
The water cascading on my body had always been a form of relaxation for me and before long I found myself thinking of Justin again.
The way he would run his fingers through his hair when he was nervous, how he always smirked when he knew he was right, and most importantly how good we looked together.
I remembered yesterday and felt my member hardening; wrapping my hand around the shaft I pictured Justin in my mind and began to move my wrist in a steady motion.
I imagined the way it feels when he kisses me, the way his tongue immediately shoots out, asking for entrance. I imagined the way his boner would feel as it presses up against me whilst making out, me on top of him on the bed.
Every few strokes I grip slightly tighter and pump it a bit faster, keeping Justin in my head.
As I felt myself nearing an orgasm I imagined Justin's hand as my own and began to move my own much faster.
Grunting as I reached the climax, spurts of cum daubed the shower walls, only to be washed away with the on-going fountain of water.
Stepping out the shower I wrapped my towel around me and shuddered, feeling the cool air hit my bare skin, I quickly shoved on some jeans and a hoody and walked down the stairs.
'Ryan,
I'm visiting your dad for a couple of days. I didn't want to wake you up.
Love mum.'
It was stupid I know, my parents claimed to hate each other but mum was always visiting dad. He never visited here, it was because of me.
I got myself a maple syrup sandwich and went to the park.
Whenever I was feeling down I would go to the same spot in the park, an old tree trunk which had overgrown with roots and leaves over time.
Justin and I had spent ages there when we were kids.
Even thinking of Justin made me feel frustrated and I considered whether I had made the right decision. I sat down and plugged my iPod headphones into my ears, letting the tears trickle down my cheeks.
Justin's P.O.V
I gazed into the mirror and noticed the bags under my eyes, I had barely slept a wink last night. I saw the reflection of my mum behind me and she wrapped her arms around me.
"Justin honey, everything will be ok, he just wants what's best for you"
I had told her everything and I'm so happy that she understood me and knew exactly what to say in hard times like these. Sometimes I wish Ryan's mum was more like my own, his never paid any attention to him, let alone listen to his worries.
"Thanks mum" I whispered.
"I just need to think things through. I'm going to the park."
"Sure thing, I might not be here when you get back, I need to get some shopping."
I waved to my mum and briskly walked to the park, knowing exactly where I was going.
The tree trunk.
The place where Ryan and I had first met at just 4 years old.
Over the years so many good past times had been spent there and just being in that area would bring me closer to him.
Ryan's P.O.V
I heard footsteps creeping up on me, so I pulled out my headphones and looked behind me.
"Justin" I gulped. It was him alright; I forgot this used to be our place.
"Ryan don't go" he pleaded. "We need to talk"
Justin's P.O.V
I pleaded him to stay. All I wanted was to hear his voice again. It hadn't been long but I was scared that if he left me it would be for good, and I wouldn't ever hear his voice again.
I watched him get up, I didn't want him to leave, so I grabbed him by the wrist.
"Ryan... please"
"Justin, I can't do this anymore"
"Do what?" I asked.
"This. I don't want to be gay; I've let down my parents enough, I can't do it again. I can't see you anymore Justin"
"Why is this my fault?" I said, my voice raised slightly from a mixture of anger and sadness.
"It's not, but things aren't the same, When I say I love you I don't mean it in a friendly way"
"You love me?" I questioned. I watched him blush and turn away.
"Ryan..."
"Look Justin just go" he snapped.
"No Ryan, I love you too." I watched his eyes regain their spark and I leaned in and kissed him softly. He pulled back almost immediately,
"Ryan what's wrong? I thought you loved me."
"I do Justin, that's the thing, I don't want to love you but I can't help it, I want to grow up and have a family with kids, I want my parents to love me again, but it's not going to happen all because I'm gay and in love with you"
His eyes welled up and the tears fell. I wrapped my arms around him and he snuggled up into my chest, soaking my jumper with tears.
Ryan's P.O.V
Maybe loving Justin wasn't such a bad thing, right now he was the only one that cared and that's all that mattered.
I continued sobbing into his chest
"Justin I'm sorry."
"It's ok Ry"
I felt him kiss my cheek and hum the tune to Never Let You Go in my ear, that's the last thing I whispered before I fell into a peaceful sleep.
Maybe the future wouldn't be so bad after all.