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Best friends. Those words made a huge impact on his John's life. Even the word 'friends' would have done that. But, the words 'best friends' were even more serious. It was unbelievable, yet believable at the same time. After the first day of talking to Bobby, he knew they were going to become friends. Maybe he didn't want that, but he knew it. And it happened. John was right. They did become friends. Maybe John liked that. But he would certainly not admit it. Ever.

It would be assumed that being best friends, you could go no further. That is what John and Bobby thought. They knew each other well now, and they hung around together, constantly. That was the case. For a while, anyway. Something changed between the two. Maybe it was a dream that sparked it or maybe it had always been there. What was once a comfortable environment was now not so comfortable. Something was going on between them. Something huge.

It was only natural that when two people spent a lot of time together, they become close. Was it possible that Bobby and John were becoming too close? Bobby was the first to realize this. He found himself staring at John constantly. When he realized this, he would look away, blushing from embarrassment. Bobby contemplated the thought of something more going on there. He didn't understand his feelings. He could be bluffing himself and making a big deal out of nothing.

That was a possibility...until he found himself waking from a wet dream. Then he knew what he feelings were and they told him only one thing. He liked John. As more than a friend. That thought scared the shit out of him. He never thought himself to be 'gay'. He was raised to be straight. He could just imagine the looks on his family's face if he told them he was gay. The same went if he told them he was a mutant.

While Bobby was figuring out his feelings, he had to figure out John's. John didn't show that much emotion ever. He would laugh at a good joke or glare if necessary. He just didn't parade his emotions around. Say Bobby liked John, and John didn't like him. What would he do then? He was scared of not only his new feelings, but of rejection. He would be risking his friendship with John. But the more time he spent with John, his feelings became stronger. He started to notice how handsome the brunette looked and started to notice other features he didn't notice before.

His feelings were becoming clearer, while John's feelings seemed to be unknown.

It was the perfect opportunity for Bobby to find out the truth. It was a nice day and the two boys wandered outside for a bit. They found a nice field to sit in and they just relaxed. They talked for a while. John laid down on his back. He looked up at the clouds, relaxed. He closed his eyes and Bobby watched him as he dozed off. He let out a sigh. It was now or never. He felt the sexual tension build.

Bobby leaned down over him. He looked so peaceful there, asleep on the grass. It seemed like the perfect moment. The wind was whistling softly, and the birds were chirping away in song. The leaves on the trees blew with the direction of the wind. It seemed as if John were part of nature himself. He was at peace with everything. Bobby felt his heart beating faster. He didn't know how John felt and at that moment, he didn't care. He had only one urge. He didn't understand what was going through his head. But Bobby leaned down over him, preparing to touch his lips with John's sweet lips...

John's eyes shot open and Bobby fell back with surprise. He sat up, but Bobby could not look at him. So many thoughts were racing through his head...both of their heads. There was a deep silence between the two boys and it seemed to last forever.

"Were you going to kiss me?" He finally asked. Bobby blinked and stared at him.

"What?"

"Were you going to kiss me?" The young fire-starter repeated. Bobby looked away, pretended to be interested in something else. And as casual as he could, he replied.

"No. No, of course not," He said. A new silence lingered. He could hear his heart pounding. John could probably hear it pounding at this volume.

"Oh okay," John said as if it were nothing. After a few more moments, he spoke again. "...Because you can if you want to..."

Bobby's heart stopped beating. Did he just hear John correctly? Did John just give him permission to kiss him? It was an offer that Bobby couldn't refuse. He tried hard to seem as if he weren't interested, but he was. There was a deep silence. Bobby turned and looked at him.

It was a little after Bobby had realized his feelings for John that John started to notice something. He noticed that Bobby was always acting edgy around him and was blushing more often. Sometimes he would even swear that Bobby was staring at him. 'So this is what our relationship has grown into...' John had thought to himself. And he had no problem embracing it. If Bobby liked him, than so be it. What was he good was it to deny anything? Maybe he wanted something like that. The idea seemed exciting. Did he actually love Bobby? He couldn't be sure. He guessed that he didn't. He didn't really love much of anybody.

Now there was just silence. John's offer still lingered in the air. Bobby finally turned and looked back at John. He was close to John. He stared into his eyes for a second before leaning over and pressing his lips against John's. It was awkward at first. While John was use to something much harder and rougher, the kiss with Bobby was sweet and he liked that. John started to deepen the kiss, wrestling with Bobby's tongue.

They separated. Bobby was still feeling kind of awkward, but John felt perfectly normal. There was no doubt that they both enjoyed that kiss. Bobby felt himself reddening. Of course, he would. He looked over at John once again. His eyes gleamed, inviting Bobby for another kiss. Bobby accepted that invitation and he leaned in for another kiss. This time, the kissing continued...

For a while, they had their relationship as more than friends. John found himself constantly seducing Bobby into a make-out session. He was enjoying this time with Bobby and didn't want it to stop. He didn't know if there were any actual feelings or he was just up for something sexual. He wasn't sure. He was the type of guy who didn't need to feel something to kiss someone. But he knew a way, he could truly find out what he felt.

It involved their room after midnight, the risk of their friendship, a little moaning, and some bliss. Afterwards, John knew at least one thing. His ass fucking hurt, but that was worth it. And he might have known one other. He just didn't know if he could admit it or not. Maybe he was afraid of feeling something more that could lead to attachment. But it would probably be better to forget fear and not give a fuck. He knew Bobby felt attachment. And that was the part that scared him the most.

A/N: Well, sorry for the wait. My laptop is currently dead so I'm stuck using the world's crappiest computer, so updates not as frequent. It sucks. Sorry, all. So I'll try and update as much as I can even with this crap. Thanks for reading. Please review.

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