Kyle had decided that for his first sexual situation, his kiss with Charlie had been amazing. But he was confused. Charlie was the girl he liked's boyfriend, not his potential mate... Were boys even supposed to like other boys? That's when he set out to find Lori...
"You what!" Lori exclaimed, her eyes flaring wide.
"Did you not hear?" Charlie asked, his eyebrows drawing together.
"I heard, Kyle, I'm just not understanding." She took a breath and tried again. "I thought you liked Amanda."
"I thought so, too. That's why I came to talk to you. You seem to understand a lot about boys, and you've even had sex.." Lori's cheeks flamed instantly. "I'm sorry.. I just... Is this wrong? What I feel?"
"No! No, it isn't wrong..." Lori trailed off uncertainly. "It's just a surprise. I mean, you could have been openly gay before you lost your memories, that's the thing."
"I never thought of it that way..." Kyle stared off into space, deep into thought. Just when Lori was about to say something he asked out of nowhere, "What does it mean when a boy cries after you kiss him?"
Lori laughed.
Kyle loved the way basketball made him feel, usually. But the Zen-like calm had turned frantic since joining a team. The other players expected much of him and it was getting increasingly more stressful. He wasn't sure he liked competition.
The game was getting heated and they were tied, thanks to Kyle. But he lost it at the last minute and began missing left and right. He was just too nervous! Then Declan ran for the hoop, and Kyle got a sinking feeling in the pit of his gut. Sure enough, Declan took a nasty fall and was assuredly out of the game. But the coach kept pushing, and Kyle frowned. How could the coach still want Declan to play? He'll only hurt himself more. So Kyle took a stand, if Declan was made to play he would sit out. And he found when he took a stand the other boys followed. They forfeited, but Kyle didn't care about losing.
Declan had gotten to thinking about what Kyle had done for him, and it made him smile. Maybe this is why Charlie liked Kyle so much. The boy just had a certain warmth to him; it was infectious.
When Declan showed up at the house, Kyle was worried at first. But he just said he wanted to thank him, and maybe talk. Kyle agreed easily, asking him inside. They wandered into Kyle's room.
"Hey, there's nowhere to sit," Declan observed. But he had spent the night here once so surely he already knew that?
"That's okay." Kyle grinned, hopping in the bathtub, sitting cross-legged towards one end. "Amanda called this my place for wallowing," he said brightly. "Come wallow with me."
Declan chuckled, climbing in. He hadn't realized how comfortable a bathtub could be, especially since Kyle had considerately left plenty of room for him to stretch out his leg.
"You're one of a kind, man." Declan paused, still not sure quite why he was there. "You know, I've noticed you and Charlie have been hanging out a lot lately," Declan attempted conversationally. Kyle looked down, hoping that his hair would obscure the hot blush that had spread over his face.
"Yes, I suppose we have..." he admitted. Lori had said it was okay to like another boy, but what if he liked two at once? That was surely not okay. He gasped when he felt cool fingers at his chin, drawing his head back up. He hadn't noticed Declan's movement.
Declan was always the sort to act on impulse, never one to think things through too much. It's why he had had sex with Lori. It's why he had screwed up his ankle... He seemed to be full of screw ups lately. He hoped he wasn't making yet another mistake. But, he reasoned with himself, at least this mistake would be small on his long and tired list.
Kyle realized how far Declan was leaning, and that that couldn't be comfortable for his leg. He moved towards him to accommodate the injured boy's hand, and suddenly Kyle felt lips on his own. This kiss wasn't like the soft, searching kiss he had shared with Charlie. This was a stolen, one-sided kiss. This was Declan taking his mouth, claiming it for his own. Kyle groaned into Declan's lips, positioning his hands on Declan's shoulders and reciprocating without dominating.
Kyle felt Declan shift, and he found himself on top of the boy without warning. He gasped, feeling his body respond to their bodies' close proximity. Declan was similarly effected by the situation, but he didn't seem uncomfortable. Far from it, in fact. He felt the boy's hands reach down to clutch his ass and a moan disappeared in their kiss as their erections bumped together salaciously.
Both of the boys were too caught up in their activities to hear the knock at the door, the retreating footsteps, or the muffled sobs.
Declan was gone as soon as he had come, and now Kyle was more confused than ever. He wondered if Charlie would be jealous, but then he thought, why would he care, he's with Amanda.
Maybe Kyle was wrong just this once.
"Hi, Kyle," Charlie waved cheerily, coming to stand by his locker. Kyle smiled sheepishly through his bangs, trying not to panic. Who was panicking? Not him, no sir.
"Hello," Kyle whispered, looking down.
"Is something wrong?" Genuine concern coloured Charlie's countenance and Kyle winced.
"I think we need to talk."