Nyrant felt movement on the bed, so he turned to see what Alex was doing. When he turned, Alex slipped a hand around around Nyrant's neck and pulled. Their lips met in a surprisingly passionate embrace. A moan found its way past Alex's lips and was interupted by a moan from the other boy.
Alex's hand wrapped around Nyrant's lower back, pulling the boy closer to his quickly heating body. 'Why is it so hot in here?' Nyrant thought as Alex's mouth began moving down his neck. He began to pant, feeling like his body was on fire. No, not his body, a certain part of his body. This certain part was located above his leg. Since this was Nyrant's first time doing anything like this, he didn't know what was happening to his body. All he mind could comprehend was that moving his body against Alex felt good.
So that's what he did. He began to move his hips against Alex's, feeling something hard press against his 'problem'. He figured out that if he pressed his hips harder onto Alex's it felt good. Really good. Just as he started feeling really good, he felt as if he was going to explode.
Alex gently lowered Nyrant so that he was lying on his back. He seperated their lips and pulled his face back a little. Nyrant opened his eyes, still panting. Alex smiled, moving the hair out of Nyrant's eyes. "Your eyes are bautiful," he told him. "As are yours." Instead of kissing, Alex laid his head on the other boy's chest.
Nyrant blinked as he sighed contently. "W-why did you stop?" he asked, his face reddening quickly. Alex wanted to say that this was moving to fast, but he couldn't get his mouth to work. "D-did I do something wrong?" asked Nyrant in a small voice. Alex lifted his head, looking into the other boy's eyes as if they were windows to his soul. "No," he said, adverting his eyes to the pillow Nyrant was on, "I'm just... not ready for this." His face was as flushed as Nyrant's had been.
"Oh, okay." "You mean, you're not mad at me?" Alex asked, wanting to make the situation clear. "Not at all, I just thought had suddenly changed your mind." "About what?" "Liking me," Nyrant said, turning his head to the side so that Alex couldn't see his eyes. "What are you doing to Ny?!" a boy with long curly blond hair screamed, pulling Alex off the bed. He held the boy by his coller, nearly choking him. Alex kicked the intruder in the stomache. The wind went out of him like he was a deflating balloon.
"Who are you?" Alex questioned, having his hand around his throat. Nyrant jumped off the bed and tried to pull Alex off. "What are you doing? He's trying hurt you!" Alex protested, but in the end he let go of the blond's neck and listened to his 'master'. Alex was prepared to spring into action if the blond tried to hurt Nyrant. What he wasn't prepared for was Nyrant hugging the blond. "What?" he asked, confusion spreading through his brain.
Nyrant looked up, saying, "Sorry! I forgot to introduce you two!" He got up and helped the blond off the floor. "Alex, this is Trevor, my best friend. Trevor, this Alex, me..." he began, then stopped remembering that Alex was his birthday present. He couldn't tell Trevor that! "Your what?" Trevor asked, curious as to way the other boy had been top of Nyrant. "His boyfriend," Alex said, not knowing why he had just said that. "Your boyfriend?!" Trevor asked, exploding inside.
What did this Alex boy have that he didn't? He had always waited patiently for Nyrant to catch on that he was in love with him, but little vaive Nyrant never quite noticed. To him they were good friends. "I've never even seen him before! Did you just go out and get the first boy you saw?!" Trevor screamed, feeling nauseated. Why did this happen on the day that he was going to confess his love for Nyrant? That was when he noticed the handcuffs on the bed. "What were you planning to do to him?!" he asked, gripped Alex's neck once again.
"Trevor! Let him go!" Nyrant screamed, trying in vain to pull Trevor off Alex. Alex struggled for breath while he also tried to get the hands off his neck. Finally, Trevor let go, his face flushed with anger. "What were you planning to do to him?" he asked, in a steady voice that scared Nyrant. "Its not... what you... think," Alex replied, trying to find his stolen breath. As he forced air back into his lungs, he studied the blond. The boy was slender, but under his shirt sleeves he could see muscles ready to kill him with. Who was this guy to Nyrant? Why did he care?
"I don't understand what you're thinking, Trevor," Nyrant's small voice broke through the lingering silence. At the same time, both boys looked at Nyrant, studying his figure for any sign of injury. 'I wonder what this creep was doing to Nyrant.' That thought went into both of the boy's heads. Nyrant felt like he was under a microscope. Why were they both staring at him like that? He turned around and plopped onto the bed. "Will you tell me why you're here?"
"I was bringing you something, a surprise, for your birthday," Trevor said, a slight blush creeping across his masculine features. Alex glared at him. "Had I known it was his birthday, I would have gotten him something," he told Trevor in a matter-or-fact tone of voice. "Sure you would have. I mean, who doesn't ask their boyfriend when his birthday is. You were probably to busy trying to get in his pants to ask," Trevor retored, basically growling at Alex. 'Trying to get in my pants?!' Nyrant's mind asked, his face becoming as red as his hair. 'Are they fighting over me?' he wondered, guiltily enjoying the attention.
"I have never tried to get in his pants! I wouldn't do something like that to Nyrant!" 'Why am I fighting for him? I don't even know his last name!' Alex's mind was having a war inside his head. Should he continue to fight for Nyrant? Or should he stop and let Trevor win? His heart told him that he should fight, so he did what he thought he would never do to save another boy's pride. He punched Trevor square in the jaw.