Chapter 4

A/N Honestly I'm really sorry about this chapter. It's really shitty. Please forgive me.

Two weeks after they'd started dating, on a Saturday morning, Nathan showed up at Simon's house. Simon's mother answered the door "Oh hello, Nathan. Has something happened? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just here to see Simon." Nathan smiled. Simon's Mum raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't know that you and Simon were friends."

"He hasn't told you?"

"Told me what, dear?"

"I'm going to let him tell you, if that's okay."

Simon's Mum looked confused. "Fine, come on in."

Nathan knocked on Simon's bedroom door, remembering where it was from their drinking session. "What do you want, Mum?" Simon called from inside.

"It's me...Nathan."

Shit. He hasn't told my Mum has he?

"Come in."

Nathan walked in and sat down on the bed next to Simon. Hurt was clear on his face.

"You didn't tell her." Nathan stated with a blank expression on his face.

"I haven't found the right time." Simon replied, untruthfully, because to be honest, he was scared. He knew his Mum would accept him, but it just seemed like a big thing to throw at her.

"No time like the present." Said Nathan. He felt pretty low now, he had told his Mum within the first week of them being together.

Simon didn't want to let Nathan down, so he took his hand and led him downstairs.

"Mum?" Simon called out.

"I'm in the kitchen, Simon."

"Wait here." Simon whispered to Nathan.

Nathan waited, where he was out of earshot of the kitchen.

"What is it, dear?" Simon's Mum asked with a smile.

"I need to tell you something."

"Is it anything to do with that boy, Nathan. I think he's a bad influence on you, Simon."

Simon's expressed dropped. He was now really scared. "Mum." He started "Nathan and I are dating."

Simon's mother didn't expect that, so her jaw shot open, but she snapped it shut quickly. She wasn't homophobic, but she just didn't expect it. And certainly not with Nathan. The boy Simon had told her had bullied him.

"Oh." Was all she could say. Simon left the room. He didn't want one of his Mum's famous lectures.

"C'mon Nathan. Let's go back upstairs." So they did.

Now that Simon had told his mother about them, Nathan could focus on the main reason he had come here. Kissing.

When Nathan had shut Simon's bedroom door he said to him "Simon, it's been 2 weeks, and we still haven't kissed at all."

Simon sighed. He'd known it was coming.

"Have you ever kissed anyone before?" Nathan asked, no trace of mocking in his voice.

Simon knew Nathan wasn't mocking him, so could answer seriously. "No, I haven't."

Nathan smiled. "Well, no pressure, but you need to start somewhere."

So Simon slowly, hesitantly scooted over on the bed, closer to Nathan.

If you'd told Simon last year that Nathan was going to be his first kiss, he would have laughed. But now, as he leant forward to press his lips against Nathan's, he'd be stupid not to believe it. His heart started to beat faster. When their lips met, Nathan gave a sigh of relief. Finally. He tried to deepen the kiss, but Simon pulled away. "Not yet." He whispered. How long was it going to be, Nathan had been so close.

Nathan pressed his forehead against Simon's. "How long?" he moaned. He had never been patient and this was driving him crazy.

"We kissed, didn't we?" Simon challenged.

"Simooooooon..." Nathan whined.

Simon just laughed. Nathan was acting like a spoilt child.

Simon reached a hand out to stroke Nathan's cheek. "I said not yet. I didn't say never."

"I fucking hope not. That would be depressing."

"We did kiss, Nathan."

"But not properly." Nathan pouted.

"It felt real." Simon looked down, surprised that he would tell Nathan something so revealing.

"It was real."

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