Jesus's heart skipped a beat when he heard what Miguel had said. His eyes flared and his mouth fell open. Suddenly breathing and staring in disbelief were all he was capable of doing. His brain was trapped between short circuiting and processing what he had just heard.

His body however reacted with certainty as a wave of tingling sensation suddenly washed over him and the subtle hints of emerging arousal were taking hold. His hand moved to his chest, his fingertips unconsciously teasing at a nipple that was already peaking through his tank top.

"I don't think that would be a good idea" Jesus replied. "What would it mean anyway?"

"Why does it have to mean anything?" Asked Miguel.

"So, you want me to just kiss you for no reason?" queried Jesus.

"It could mean whatever you want it to mean" Miguel answered.

"What would it mean to you?" Jesus asked softly.

"I guess it means I'm not afraid anymore" replied Miguel. "You still scare me but I'm not afraid."

"But I am" responded Jesus. "It was ok I guess, when we were younger and just experimenting and discovering stuff, together. But I'm not that person anymore, I know who I am and what I want. I'm afraid that right now we're just caught up in the memory of how we were. You know, that opening that door again is not what either of us really want…."

Miguel chuckled softly and had a smirk on his lips. He shuffled closer to Jesus' side, their thighs pressing into each other, the bare skin of their arms and shoulders touching.

"What's… what's so funny dude?" Jesus asked.

"You said… we, that means you want to kiss me too? Being that "we" are caught up in the memory." Miguel replied with some coyness in his voice.

Jesus turned his head to look at Miguel just as Miguel turned to look at him and now their faces were inches apart. Their eyes meeting then going down to each other's lips.

"You wish" Jesus breathed out heavily and then he licked his lips the way he does, the way that drives the other boy crazy. Unintentionally of course.

"You have no Idea" Miguel returned ominously as he chewed on his bottom lip. God, he shouldn't do that, not in front of Jesus, and so close moreover.

It took all the strength and will power Jesus had to keep himself from closing the distance between their faces. A part of him was hoping that the other boy would be forward enough to do it. He stood up slowly, it was safer to put distance between himself and the temptation that was Miguel's mouth.

"Why did you come here today Miguel, why now?'' he asked as he took a few steps away, not looking at the boy.

"I heard about the accident, my dad told me. I heard you were hurt and I couldn't stay away any longer. I tried, I swear, I didn't know if you'd even want to see me. I know have I no right but I just had to see for myself that you were ok. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any more grief than I already have." Miguel replied and his voice broke a little as he spoke and the sound of it almost ripped Jesus' heart from his chest.

"Let me text the boys, we should start heading home so we won't be late for dinner" Jesus said and he was still not looking a Miguel. He could hold out better if he didn't.

"Ok, I'll take you guys home and then I'll leave. I won't bother you anymore." Miguel said.

"You can't leave, you promised mom you'd stay for dinner remember" Jesus returned.

"I don't think I should stay, I don't think I can. I don't want to make things awkward for you, for us. I couldn't stand that." Replied Miguel.

"It's already awkward, but stay, I don't want you to leave." Jesus answered. "And since when did you give on anything so easily anyway?" Jesus asked as he turned around and looked Miguel in the eyes again.

"Are you sure?" Miguel asked as a hopeful smile captured his lips.

"Pizza, ice cream and a nice truck, I guess you thought you'd get to first base." Jesus said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Miguel's mouth dropped open at Jesus' words. He made a charge at Jesus, who took off hollering down the boardwalk.