Connor ran out of the Adams-Foster's residence. He felt electrified and hot all over. His body was lit up like a Christmas tree. He was still trying to fathom what he had just done. Still trying to process the ramifications of what it all meant.
There were a few things, important things, of which he was now certain, like the fact that kissing Jude Adams-Foster was the most exciting and exhilarating thing he had ever done or experienced. He was certain that said boy was by all means now more than a friend, at least from his perspective. And there was something about himself that was also certain. For in as much as he was certain about what he felt for the boy, Jude was certainly that, a boy.
He was certain that the kiss he shared with Daria, though nice was nothing in comparison to the electricity and magic and sweetness of kissing Jude. A boy. He was certain ending it with her was the right thing to do. He simply just didn't feel what he felt with Jude. And if he didn't or couldn't, what's the point?
He kissed a boy and he liked it.
A lot.
Now for uncertain things.
Was homeboy with it?
He did kiss back he thought, and when Jude held him in that tight embrace as they kissed, that's something to be hopeful about. Isn't it?
His phone chimed with a text.
Jude: Connor Stevens come back here right now.
Oh god, better go face the music, he thought. Dead man walking. Two blocks with rubbery legs and a heart full of dread seems like two miles.
Suddenly walking into his best friend's room seem like walking into a new classroom, in a new school after the class has started.
He sees Jude sitting there looking at him as he makes it no further than the doorway. The rubbery legs just won't go further and the dread filled heart is threatening to burst out of his chest.
"What happens now?" he asks.
"Connor" he hears and the brunette moves to meet him. "I'm not sure…" the voice continues.
He's doesn't know what to think about the answer he gets.
The boy is closer to him now, close enough to touch, he knows because he's looking at the bare feet in front of him. He can't look up, afraid of what he might see.
He's surprised at the feel of the lips on his, when he feels the hand on the back of his head pulling his face closer, while the other snakes around his waist. He's even more surprised at the soft needy whine that escapes his lips into the lips of the other boy.
"Yeah, I'm sure of this" Jude says as he nuzzles his face into connor's neck. "I'm not sure what happens next, but please don't run away."