Chapter 4
I sat there on my bed, bored. I heard my mom answer the door, but couldn't hear who she was talking to. I just sat there, not caring who it was. Then, there was a soft knock at my door.
"Who is it?" I asked gently.
"Aidon, my mom and I had a fight again," He replied, and I could tell he was upset. At this moment, my spirits were lifted. The one thing I wanted most came true at that very instant.
"Oh, okay, come in, " I said not showing much enthusiasm. I didn't want to sound like I was extremely happy, when he was obviously upset.
He opened the door and walked in. He had a sad face. I knew this time was bad. He set his bags down and went over to the computer chair, dropping his face. I made an effort not to sound or look too perky, even though I was ecstatic.
"Hey, what's wrong? I can see it in your face that you're upset. Don't try to fool me," he asked droopily.
"It's nothing Aidon. I can't talk to you about this," I lied.
"Jake, you are my best friend; you can talk to me about anything."
When he said that, I drooped even more, not wanting to draw attention to myself.
"I don't know, Aidon. This would probably ruin our friendship."
"I don't know if there is anything that could ruin our friendship, Jake. We have been through fire and brimstone together, nothing could tear us apart."
When he said that, I felt a little more hopeful. I thought instantly about telling him. This is the night, I told myself. I knew I would probably chicken out again. I wanted to, though.
"Well, I don't really know how to go about telling you."
"Just say it flat out. That would probably be the easiest way for you."
I didn't know if I could tell him that I was gay. That is one topic that we never discussed, homosexuality.
"I don't know. It's just so, just so, embarrassing. I don't know how you'll take it."
"Jake, I am your best friend," he said as I thought, no, you are not my best friend, you are more than that, "You need not to be afraid of what I will think. Whatever it is, I will accept it."
I was hopeful. I would tell him.
"Alright, I'm g-g-g-g-g," I stopped myself, "I can't."
I thought for an instant, I couldn't do it.
"Yes you can, you can."
I was just going to say it flat out, as he suggested to.
"I'm gay."
An expression of shock waved over his face. I immediately thought, I shouldn't have done this. I knew it was a bad idea. Then, though, a face of anguish swept of his face. He looked upset. I knew I shouldn't have done it. I just knew it.
"Jake, why would you think that would ruin our relationship?"
"I didn't know what you thought of homosexuals."
"Jake, I completely support homosexuals. I wish you wouldn't have worried much over it."
"Okay, now I know."
"Jake, I have something to tell you.
"What is it, Aidon?"
"I am gay too."
I was in complete shock. I never had any clues that he was like that. At the same time, though, my heart started beating faster. This was becoming one of the best nights of my life.
"Oh, well, that makes me feel better. However, I never saw you as the type of guy that would be gay."
"You neither. You always talked so much about all you did with your girlfriends. I would have never thought that you were gay."
"I used my looks to cover that part, Aidon."
"Ha-ha, okay. Is that all that was bothering you?"
"Um, er, um, yea, that's all."
I definitely couldn't tell him the other part, no way. That was out of the question. I knew that if I did, our relationship would be ruined. He might be gay, I thought to myself, but he isn't stupid. He could never love me, never. The thought of that just hurt. I knew him, I knew he didn't feel the same way.
"Um yea, sure. Spill it, Jake," I just loved how he called me Jake, "I don't mind."
"I can't. No, definitely not."
"Asher Jacob Rhodes, you tell me right now."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because, it is wrong and I am confused."
"Confused about what?"
"About my feelings, okay?" I snapped again, feeling bad.
"What is there to be confused about?" He said, shrugging it off intentionally.
"Everything."
When I said that, a thought appeared upon his face. He was thinking of something. It looked as if he just connected something.
"Jake, I have to tell you something. I know I am not confused about this. We have been best friends for more than ten years. Surprisingly, we hardly ever fight. That has to say something. I knew these feelings for a long time. I love you. I have never been so sure of anything in my life."
At that instant, my world came together. My mouth went dry, as I couldn't find any words to throw out of my mouth. My life from now would forever be changed, and for the better.
"Aidon, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that," I choked out, "I love you more than anything, and I have for a very long time. I just couldn't bring the words out of my mouth, fearing your reaction."
"My reaction would have been simply to kiss you, and never feel like letting you go."
At that moment, he took me by the shoulders. He pulled me close, and neared his head to mine. He then whispered, "I love you, you are my everything." He brushed his smooth lips to mine and kissed me. Instinctively, I kissed him back, truly happy. This is a moment where I was completely happy and loved. He pulled shortly away and breathed his warm breathe across my lips. He then neared back and kissed me again, shortly. He pulled away then, slowly. I wanted to just pull his face back to mine, but decided against it.
"I love you, Aidon," I said, short of breathe.
"I love you too, Jake," he said passionately and as if he were in love. Which, now, I can see. He is in love with me. This will take some time to sink in, I thought to myself. I was completely in love, who would've thought?
"I really enjoyed that kiss. You could not have kissed me at a better time. I love you!"
"I know right? I love you too!"
"Ha-ha, we are so perfect!"
"I know!"
"So, what do you think of another kiss?"
He pulled me back to him, and kissed me again. He pulled away, so that I could see his face, and mouthed "I love you." I mouthed it back and we kissed. This time, I could feel his warm, soft tongue against my lips. I took it and entwined it with mine. It felt so right, so good. He pulled apart from me again, softly and passionately.
"You know, for someone who has never kissed a man, you sure are a good kisser," he said making pun.
"Ha-ha, I know, I've had a lot of practice. You know, with pictures," I said not knowing what else to reply with. It was lame pun.
"Mmmm, you are so cute, you know that?" He said, commenting on my looks.
"Aww, you really think I'm attractive?"
"Hell yes!"
"Why thank you, you're not too bad yourself," I said looking him over, and noticing the bulge in his pants. I looked at him and inspected his muscles. They were so big, so round. He worked out in the summers to make up for the loss of outdoor sports in the winter. I sometimes went with him; as a result I was a little built to. He had the six-pac going for him too. We were made for each other mentally and physically. We were just simply perfect.
"Well, you know, we could just head to bed," he said using the finger quotes as he said the word bed, "What do you think?"
"Yeah, we could," I said nervously, "we could head to bed," I said mimicking his finger quotes around the word bed.
As he took his shirt off, I noticed his muscles flex, they were perfect. His six-pac flexed, too. He looked so solid, so built. It was hard not to get aroused. I couldn't help it, he was gorgeous. Not only did he have a body, he had the looks too. His face was soft and delicate. His cheek bones were not too high, just right. His eyes were just so soft, as well. They were a gorgeous green with a gray inner ring around the pupil. Unfortunately, his eyes hid things well.
His chin was round, and not chubby. His complexion could not have been better. His face was smooth and acne-free. Every time I saw him, my heart melted. He was just so cute and beautiful.
He noticed me staring at him, and waved me over. I walked over and sat down beside him.
"So, do I pass your inspection?" He kidded.
"Why, yes sir, you do. You look mighty fine if you don't mind me saying," I said, returning the pun.
"Well, you are just as hot and cute," he said as I blushed.
"Oh, stop," I said sarcastically.
He then moved his hands down to the bottom of my shirt, clasped, and lifted my shirt off. I moved my arms upwards, allowing the shirt up and over my head. He then pulled us both over on the bed so that we were lying correctly on the bed. Positioning me laying on my back, he laid his head right on my left peck and started tracing the lines of my abs with the point of his index finger. It felt so soft and smooth.
"You know, you really are an angel sent from above. I have dreamt of this moment for a very long time. Now it is coming true and I couldn't be happier," I said.
"I know, it's like we were meant to be together forever, and I was sent to this place at the right time."
"Yea, I know. Do you think you'll tell your mom?"
"I don't know, that has been on my mind all week, as I finally admitted to myself what I was."
"You only now admitted to yourself that you were gay?" he asked.
"Yea, I knew that I was attracted to men, I just didn't tell myself until Monday."
"I did that about two months ago. I know how you are feeling, you know, about being scared to tell your mom. My mother and I's relationship was iffy before I told her and it only went downhill after that. But, you and your mom are different. You guys have a strong and close relationship. I think she'd accept it and support you."
"Yea, you're probably right, but I'm going to wait for awhile. I think it may be too soon for my self-esteem, you know?"
"Yea, I understand. I agree. It's best that you wait, for awhile, at least."
With that, he lifted his head and kissed me. We laid there holding each other and kissed some more. He moved closer to me. I lifted his shirt off and felt around his abs, which were deeper than mine. I ran my fingers in the divots caused by his muscles. I then slid my hand a little further down his chest, hitting the bulge that remained in his pants. I felt around a little, and he returned the gesture. I then played around a little with the stretch band of his athletic shorts that he was wearing. I looked up at him and saw him smiling at me, confirming that he was enjoying what I was doing.
I then took it a step further and slid my hand into his pants. I felt around a little, and found what I was looking for. I moved my hand up and down and up and down and I heard a little moan coming from above. Continuing this, I kissed him softly using a little tongue. He then moaned a little louder, and I smiled a wide, bright smile. I then took the liberty to move his pants down, exposing his crotch. I moved my hand around a little, feeling up and down that area.
At that same time, he moved me away, and did the same to me. He felt down around there and held it in his hand. Mimicking my past actions, he kissed me, rougher than before. I pushed away, and moved down there. As I pleasured him, I heard sweet moans and signals of pleasure. I actually enjoyed this. Moreover, I enjoyed making him happy. It's all I ever wanted to do.
As I continued, he pulled my head up to his, and whispered, "I love you." He kissed me then, and I was sure I never wanted to be without him. He made me so happy, and I would do anything to keep him forever.
"I love you, too," I whispered back.
He pulled me to his side, and we laid there. We hugged and cuddled. I was so happy, happier than I had been in a long time. This was true love, I thought to myself. We would be together forever if I could help it. As I laid here with him, I thought about what it would be like with him in the future. I wondered if we would move out together, if we would live together. Then the inevitable thought crossed my mind, marriage. Would we get married? Would he want to be married to guy the rest of his life? That thought had worried me. I didn't think he was the kind of person that could be happy living with a man forever.
He noticed me deep on thought.
"What are you thinking about, love?" he asked quietly.
"Our future."
"What about it?" he pressed on.
"What it's going to be like with us," I said softly.
"I'll tell you how it's going to be. We are going to be together, and we are going to be happy. I will never leave you. I love you and to be without you would be torture."
"Aw, do you really think that?"
"Yes, I never want to be without you. That thought doesn't ever cross my mind. I never want it to, either."
As he said that, I knew that I truly loved him. He was so perfect for me. I would never be without him, this I was sure of.
"I love you," I said truthfully.
"I love you, too," he replied tenderly.
"Now, I think it's time to get to sleep. We do have school tomorrow. You won't leave here, will you?"
"Of course not, I couldn't leave you."
"Night, baby."
"Night."
With that, he squeezed me tight in his arms and then rolled over to face the wall. I mimicked him and put my arm around his stomach, holding him tight against my body. He moved his hand in place with mine and we fell asleep.
When I woke up, he was still there. He was just misplaced. Of course, we couldn't keep our position through the night. He rolled towards me, and opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he stared right into mine. I saw the green and then found the deep gray. I was reminded instantly how much I loved him.
"Hey, sleepy head," I said, welcoming him awake.
"How long have you been awake?"
"A few minutes, but those few minutes seemed like a lifetime waiting for you to awake. You're so beautiful when you sleep, did you know that?"
"No, I didn't. I'm normal, I don't see myself sleep. Ha-ha," he chuckled.
"Ha-ha," I chuckled back.
"I guess we better get up, we have to leave shortly."
"Yea, I guess we should," I said.
We both got up then, and headed for the bathroom. I decided to let him go first, after all, he was my guest. He walked past me and into the bathroom. Before he shut the door, he pointed to me and beckoned me to him. I sort of just stood there and made a face. He noticed what I was sending across, and said, "It's okay, your parents are still asleep." I thought more about it, and moved towards him.
He pulled me to him and moved his head to mine. He brushed his lips to mine and then softly said, "I love you."I whispered back to him, "I love you, too." Then we both emerged into the bathroom. He shut the door and took off his shirt. I decided to do the same. There, he pulled me to him, and felt around on my stomach. He then took his hands and swept my shorts off. He turned away, towards the shower, and turned the few knobs. He turned back to me and easily slid his pants off as well. With that, I decided to make the next move. I moved into him, to kiss him, and pulled his boxers away from him. He returned the gesture and did the same with me. He made a quick shrug and felt me up a little. I loved it. He was so gentle, so soft with me.
He moved towards the shower, pulling me with him. We slid through the curtain and emanated into the warm, spraying water. He grabbed the soap, and rubbed it unto me. He swished it around in the water and lathered me with it, clearly in control. I then snagged it from his hands and washed him, lathering and spreading it on him, showing that I could be in control too. He liked it, I could tell. I continued to massage him and feel his hard stomach. His abs were hard, built, but yet soft as a baby's touch. I enjoyed this. Being with him in this way made me shiver, shake, but in a way that was good and pleasurable. He noticed my satisfaction and pulled his lips to mine. Kissing me softly, he felt around me. He felt my abs and moved his hands to my back.
He gripped my thigh and moved closer to my behind. He grabbed at it, starting to kiss me rougher. I kissed harder in return. I moved my hands around to the behind of him, too. Starting to soften up on the kissing, I started caressing him, as if he was a prize and had to be treasured. Every moment that we were like this was a treasure to me. He pulled me around, placing him behind me. He moved around behind me. I felt him, erect. It moved around there, obviously teasing me. As he did that, he kissed the back of my neck, doing it so gently and enjoyably. I was in heaven, because he was so good, as if he had done it before. I shrugged that thought off and turned to face him, kissing and pushing him under the stream of spraying water. Water engulfed his head, soaking his hair.
I grabbed the shampoo bottle and put some in my hands. I then smeared it onto his hair and lathered it. I pulled the hair with my fingers, covering every bit with shampoo. He then pulled me around, so that I was under the water. With a white, foamy head, he lathered my head with shampoo. He rubbed it in and massaged me. It felt wonderful. He was so good at it, at making me feel indescribable.
