The next morning Alfie awoke with a thumping headache having barely slept the previous night due to sobbing uncontrollably, all through the night all he could picture in his head was Thomas and his loose cousin Emelia, naked in the barn. Thomas drove him crazy and he realised fairly soon after meeting him that he was falling in love with the young lad, however he just couldn't for the life of him work Thomas or his sexuality out, he flirted with him regularly, touched him regularly and they had even danced together, all of which Thomas had seemed most comfortable with but Alfie thought that if Thomas had any interest in him, why would he have continued to pursue Emelia. The young lad was a mystery to him but that didn't stop his heart beating faster every time Thomas was near,

"Morning Alfie" said Thomas as he stepped into the barn,

"Alright Thommy?" said Alfie with a wink, Thomas loved it when Alfie called him Thommy, he seemed to be the only one aside from his father and Emelia (when she was trying to get in his pants) that did and Thomas found it endearing,

"Not bad, you?" replied Thomas, sitting down on a bale opposite to Alfie, he noticed the red rims around his eyes as if he'd been crying,

"Fine and dandy" Alfie answered,

"Are you sure? You look upset" said Thomas,

"I'm fine I promise" assured Alfie, grateful of Thomas' concern, "Just a slight headache"

"Oh well stay there then" said Thomas walking over to Alfie and placing his hands in his hair,

"What are you doing?" asked Alfie curiously,

"Head massage, it'll make it feel a bit better" said Thomas rubbing the temples of Alfie's head, Alfie revelled in the touch of Thomas' soft hands against his skin, Thomas then moved his hands down to the nape of Alfie's neck and began pressing softly, it was a pleasant pain relief,

"Where'd you learn this?" asked Alfie,
"My mother" replied Thomas as he replaced his hands in Alfie's lush blonde hair, rubbing at his scalp tentatively

"It's lovely, thank you Thomas" said Alfie,

"It's ok" said Thomas as he took a seat on the bale next to Alfie, they were side by side and Alfie could feel the warmth of Thomas' body rushing through his own,

"So how did last night go then? With Emelia" asked Alfie, hoping that the answer would be "dreadful" but expecting the opposite,

"This sounds odd but I didn't really enjoy it" said Thomas solemnly,

Alfie felt as though his heart was going to burst right out with happiness, Thomas continued "I didn't really feel anything" he admitted, blushing slightly,

Alfie moved his face closer to Thomas and gazed into those piercing blue eyes before saying softly" what do you feel now?" before closing the gap between their faces and bringing his lips to Thomas, Thomas was surprised, he had not expected this and had never thought kissing a boy would be nice but Alfie's lips were warm and soft and felt good against his own, Alfie pulled back from the kiss,

"Sorry Thomas, but I've wanted to do that ever since I first met you" said Alfie, a look of genuine fear that Thomas would be angry,

"You wanted to kiss me?" asked Thomas softly in an unconfident tone, washing a wave of relief over Alfie when he saw the look in Thomas' eyes was not of anger but of confusion,

"Don't sound so surprised you're beautiful" said Alfie romantically,

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"Course I do" said Alfie genuinely,

"Isn't it wrong to think that other men are beautiful?" asked Thomas, although he was genuinely touched by Alfie's compliment and found his heart beating a little faster

"Who are we to say its wrong, I don't think there's anything wrong with it" stated Alfie,
"What are you saying?" asked Thomas,

"I like you and I know you're only young and you're probably disgusted by what I've done but…"
"I'm not disgusted" objected Thomas, "I was just shocked, I thought you were…normal"
"Normal?" said Alfie looking extremely hurt,

"That's not what I meant" stressed Thomas,

"Where does this leave us? Are we still friends?"
"I think so, please give me some space. Can you tell Ted I've taken ill and gone home" said Thomas hurrying from the barn, he was so confused, he couldn't deny to himself that he had always found Alfie extremely handsome and had sometimes had trouble understanding if their friendship was solely that by now Alfie had really gone and blurred the boundaries and Thomas wasn't sure how he felt. Why did Alfie's lips have to feel so good against his own? He didn't know that men could be more than friends, of course he'd heard of such things however they were always spoke about as evil and unnatural but there was nothing at all that felt unnatural about Alfie's lips and his own touching and the fact that it felt so right in part explained why he and Emelia felt so wrong together.

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