Chapter 10: Damien's P.O.V
Damien and Liam laid side by side underneath their makeshift fortress from Liam's bed sheets and pillows.
"Damien, I thought I asked you to quit smoking in here" Liam coughed.
"Sorry mom…why are we even in here? This is beyond gay" Damien complained, taking a final drag from his cigarette before disposing of it.
"Because if you're going to…spend time with me…I thought we could do something different…I need stimulation other than physical I also require mental stimulation"
"You get mentally aroused from watching poncy movies?" Damien asked, arching a dark brow at Liam.
He stuttered for a second, that expression always threw Liam off. "I'm not getting aroused, I am enjoying film and cinematography at its finest, the pinnacle in cinematic history!"
"Yeah but what does Rosebud mean?"
"The meaning is subjective!" Liam whined.
"This is so boring…there's no destruction, there's no titties".
Liam glared at Damien from underneath the covers, "I thought you were over titties".
Damien shook his head, "Impossible".
Liam thought for a moment, "So…not that it's my place…I'm guessing you're not like gay…but you're like bi or …"
Damien groaned, turning away from Liam. "You're right…it's not your place"
Silence stretched between them as the movie droned on in the background, filling the emptiness between them. Damien could feel Liam turn onto his side, facing the back of Damien's head. Damien turned to face him, this felt more intimate than anything he had ever done before.
"I…" Damien started, his eyes furrowed and searching for words.
Liam patiently listened.
"I'm just Damien, I don't really give a shit about gay or bi or whatever. I just kinda feel what I feel and fuck what I fuck"
Liam grinned, "You put that quite eloquently".
They stared into one another's eyes for an even longer time. The silence no longer awkward between them, but pleasant and tranquil. Were Liam's eyes always that golden, kinda looks like honey.
Damien blinked, as if coming out of a trance. He sat up, ruining the pillow fort.
"I…I've gotta be somewhere" he mumbled, grabbing his jacket and heading for the window.
Liam sat up pulling the sheets off of himself, his eyes following Damien to the window.
"But I thought you said that…" he trailed off, Damien looking back at him as though warning him not to continue.
"See ya…" Liam mumbled as Damien leapt from the window.
Damien turned back to look up, before going into his car and starting the engine, driving off.
Whilst driving he couldn't help but imagine what Liam was doing right now, was he cleaning up his room and getting rid of the pillowfort? Was he just on his phone? Was he wanking? Damien had an odd feeling that Liam was probably still just sitting there in the pillow fort, watching his weird movie. I have to be careful. Damien thought to himself, recalling what Polly had said. I feel like Liam is beginning to want more from me than what I can give him… Damien recalled how just an hour ago they were tangled in one another's limbs, in the midst sexual passion but Liam got weird and wanted Damien to stay for a movie, build a stupid fort. The sex was good enough that Damien felt he should keep Liam happy so that Liam would still want to fuck. He just didn't know if he could take anymore of this, whatever the hell it is.