Simon groaned, holding his head, wincing as he struggled to sit up in his bed. The room spun around him, and the only way to relieve the hangover, it seemed, was to go back to sleep.. Then he realized that he was at home. 'I didn't drive home, did I?' He thought, afraid, looking weakly around his room. The curtains were shut to keep all but a few rebel rays of sunlight from entering his bedroom. There was a light knocking on the door, which sounded to Simon like a horrid pounding noise. Mike walked into the bedroom and sat down on the foot of the bed, setting a cup of coffee down on the side table to help aid Simon's pain. It all came back to Simon as he stared at the boy.
"You're gay." Simon whispered, as if suddenly realizing it. Mike stared at him like he was a complete idiot and nodded blankly. "And...we had ...sex.. didn't we?" As he spoke it, he cast a look at the door, expecting his parents to burst in, screaming at him.
"Everyone went out shopping.. your mom told me to tell you she'll yell at you after." Mike looked uneasy at the expression of disgust and fear on Simon's face and stood up. "I'll let you sleep it off."
"I'm not gay.." He blurted. "Y...you must've gotten the wrong idea!"
Mike smiled ruefully and shook his head in disbelief. "Yeah, I guess so." He muttered before leaving the house, walking down the sidewalk with his hands shoved in his pockets. "Always the jocks.." He murmured aloud with a bitter laugh. "Always the jocks..."
Simon buried his face in his pillow, letting out a muffled scream of frustration. Sure, none of the girls at school interested him, but that was because he knew where they'd been! ...Right?! He felt his headache growing worse and sighed, standing, shuffling his way to the bathroom and struggling with the child safety seal on the lid of the asprin.
Bloodshot blue eyes stared groggily at the reflection of themselves in the mirror. "I look like shit." he sighed, leaning his head against the glass, running the water from the tap to fill up the sink. He dunked his head into the cold water and gasped, feeling it run down his face.
He wasn't gay, he decided finally. There were no gay students at St. Nick's. Well, yeah, maybe a couple of them that no one knew about. Closeted. Well, he wasn't inside the closet.. he didn't like kissing another man.. or having sex with Mike all night.. "Jesus Christ.." He closed his eyes and could almost feel it.. almost feel the warmth surrounding his member.. He could almost hear the small gasps of pleasure.. could almost see it, like a dream.
Simon slumped against the wall, sitting on the edge of the tub, staring at the floor, his mind replaying the events of last night like some strange video..
The door slamming below snapped him out of it, and yelled "I'm up, mum. I'll be there in a minute." He looked at his reflection in the mirror for another second. "I'm not gay.." He muttered to his reflection before walking down the stairs.
"Who'd you hook up with, Simon?" Chris asked as the members of the basketball team exited the showers, laughing and getting dressed after practice.
"What?"
"At the party Saturday.. Don't tell me you didn't get action?" He grinned and some of Simon's teammates slapped him on the back, laughing. For a moment, Simon looked at Mike, opening his mouth to say something but the boy avoided his glance.
"Yeah, Simon, didn't you fuck someone in the bathroom at the party? It sounded like you were really into it." Mike said quietly, taking his shirt off and heading into the shower with an innocent smile. There was a chorus of "ooh"s and "good job, Cap'n"s. Simon tossed his clothes in an empty locker and waited for everyone to leave, enduring the laughing and teasing with a faint smile before going into the shower room. Mike chuckled softly.
"You think this is fucking funny?!" Simon snapped. Mike didn't say anything, shutting off the shower, still smirking. Simon growled and pushed the slender boy up against the wall. "It's not funny!"
Mike stared at him, laughing. "Right." He saw Simon's eyes trailing him over and heard the boy whimper, turning away. Mike sighed. "Are you all right?"
"Bloody fantastic." Simon turned on the hot water and closed his eyes, trying to block out the images of Saturday's party; of two bodies moving together to a mutual climax;of the way the other boy looked with water dripping down his body. "You know, you're ri--" He turned around to see that he was now alone. Turning the water off, he ran a hand through his hair to dispell the drops that remained. He got dressed slowly and walked back into the gym, waving to the coach and leaving, his bag slung over one shoulder. As the bell rang, students left class, whooping for the end of the day, but Simon seemed lost in thought. For ten minutes, he sat in his car in the parking lot, holding his head in his hands. Some students thought he was injured, but didn't say anything. If he wasn't there the next day, then they'd worry.
He opened the front door to his house, sighing to himself, walking to his bedroom without a word to his parents. Slamming the door behind him made him feel a little better, but not that much.
Simon stretched out on his bed, crying quietly for a moment or two. He didn't want to be different.. he wanted to be like everyone else. No one would accept him for what he was. He'd lose his inheritance, his spot on the basketball team, his parents would disown him and he'd end up selling his body to lonely old faggots and die of--
"Uh.. Simon?" Mike asked quietly. Simon jumped and glared.
"Don't you knock!?"
"I did. Twice. Your mom let me in.." He sat on the bed. "Look... I'm sorry for saying.."
"I'm gay." Simon muttered.
"Exactly." Mike didn't catch on right away. "You're probably straight.. and you.. were just really drunk that night.."
"No.. I.. I'm gay." Simon looked into his eyes, watching Mike blush faintly and swallow.
"Well then.. I suppose I don't need to make the apology speech then, do I?" He laughed nervously. In reply, Simon kissed him.
"You're gay." Simon whispered, as if suddenly realizing it. Mike stared at him like he was a complete idiot and nodded blankly. "And...we had ...sex.. didn't we?" As he spoke it, he cast a look at the door, expecting his parents to burst in, screaming at him.
"Everyone went out shopping.. your mom told me to tell you she'll yell at you after." Mike looked uneasy at the expression of disgust and fear on Simon's face and stood up. "I'll let you sleep it off."
"I'm not gay.." He blurted. "Y...you must've gotten the wrong idea!"
Mike smiled ruefully and shook his head in disbelief. "Yeah, I guess so." He muttered before leaving the house, walking down the sidewalk with his hands shoved in his pockets. "Always the jocks.." He murmured aloud with a bitter laugh. "Always the jocks..."
Simon buried his face in his pillow, letting out a muffled scream of frustration. Sure, none of the girls at school interested him, but that was because he knew where they'd been! ...Right?! He felt his headache growing worse and sighed, standing, shuffling his way to the bathroom and struggling with the child safety seal on the lid of the asprin.
Bloodshot blue eyes stared groggily at the reflection of themselves in the mirror. "I look like shit." he sighed, leaning his head against the glass, running the water from the tap to fill up the sink. He dunked his head into the cold water and gasped, feeling it run down his face.
He wasn't gay, he decided finally. There were no gay students at St. Nick's. Well, yeah, maybe a couple of them that no one knew about. Closeted. Well, he wasn't inside the closet.. he didn't like kissing another man.. or having sex with Mike all night.. "Jesus Christ.." He closed his eyes and could almost feel it.. almost feel the warmth surrounding his member.. He could almost hear the small gasps of pleasure.. could almost see it, like a dream.
Simon slumped against the wall, sitting on the edge of the tub, staring at the floor, his mind replaying the events of last night like some strange video..
The door slamming below snapped him out of it, and yelled "I'm up, mum. I'll be there in a minute." He looked at his reflection in the mirror for another second. "I'm not gay.." He muttered to his reflection before walking down the stairs.
"Who'd you hook up with, Simon?" Chris asked as the members of the basketball team exited the showers, laughing and getting dressed after practice.
"What?"
"At the party Saturday.. Don't tell me you didn't get action?" He grinned and some of Simon's teammates slapped him on the back, laughing. For a moment, Simon looked at Mike, opening his mouth to say something but the boy avoided his glance.
"Yeah, Simon, didn't you fuck someone in the bathroom at the party? It sounded like you were really into it." Mike said quietly, taking his shirt off and heading into the shower with an innocent smile. There was a chorus of "ooh"s and "good job, Cap'n"s. Simon tossed his clothes in an empty locker and waited for everyone to leave, enduring the laughing and teasing with a faint smile before going into the shower room. Mike chuckled softly.
"You think this is fucking funny?!" Simon snapped. Mike didn't say anything, shutting off the shower, still smirking. Simon growled and pushed the slender boy up against the wall. "It's not funny!"
Mike stared at him, laughing. "Right." He saw Simon's eyes trailing him over and heard the boy whimper, turning away. Mike sighed. "Are you all right?"
"Bloody fantastic." Simon turned on the hot water and closed his eyes, trying to block out the images of Saturday's party; of two bodies moving together to a mutual climax;of the way the other boy looked with water dripping down his body. "You know, you're ri--" He turned around to see that he was now alone. Turning the water off, he ran a hand through his hair to dispell the drops that remained. He got dressed slowly and walked back into the gym, waving to the coach and leaving, his bag slung over one shoulder. As the bell rang, students left class, whooping for the end of the day, but Simon seemed lost in thought. For ten minutes, he sat in his car in the parking lot, holding his head in his hands. Some students thought he was injured, but didn't say anything. If he wasn't there the next day, then they'd worry.
He opened the front door to his house, sighing to himself, walking to his bedroom without a word to his parents. Slamming the door behind him made him feel a little better, but not that much.
Simon stretched out on his bed, crying quietly for a moment or two. He didn't want to be different.. he wanted to be like everyone else. No one would accept him for what he was. He'd lose his inheritance, his spot on the basketball team, his parents would disown him and he'd end up selling his body to lonely old faggots and die of--
"Uh.. Simon?" Mike asked quietly. Simon jumped and glared.
"Don't you knock!?"
"I did. Twice. Your mom let me in.." He sat on the bed. "Look... I'm sorry for saying.."
"I'm gay." Simon muttered.
"Exactly." Mike didn't catch on right away. "You're probably straight.. and you.. were just really drunk that night.."
"No.. I.. I'm gay." Simon looked into his eyes, watching Mike blush faintly and swallow.
"Well then.. I suppose I don't need to make the apology speech then, do I?" He laughed nervously. In reply, Simon kissed him.
