He smiles, but it’s different from his friendly smile, it’s sexier, darker. His words start to sink in, he likes me… Holy fuck, this hot guy likes me; what the fuck do I do?
“You… you like me?” I ask.
“Mm-hmm,” he says, leaning even closer.
His breath tickles my face, holy shit, am I about to have my first kiss with a man?
“This okay?” he asks.
His lips brush mine; he smells like beer mixed with a spirit, but I’ve been drinking too so I don’t think I mind. He pulls away and smiles before ducking back in, using a bit more pressure this time and running his tongue over my lips. His hands move to my waist and pull me against him. Oh my god, I’m having my first kiss with a guy…
“Are you ready?” he asks, pausing briefly before running kisses along my jaw.
My brain starts to run at a million miles per hour.
“Uh… ready?” I ask.
He moves his kisses down to my throat. “You know, have you prepped?”
“P-prepped?” I ask, feeling like an idiot.
“Shit, Donovan,” he huffs, “are you gonna make me spell it out for you? Have you douched?”
My chest starts to feel tight, and there’s not enough air in the room. I’ve heard of douching, but I wasn’t expecting this…
“Uh… I don’t… uh—”
“For fuck’s sake, have you ever even been fucked by a guy before?” He pulls away, looking almost angry.
“No,” I say nervously, wondering what I’ve done to make him so mad. One minute we were talking, then kissing, but now…
He lets out a frustrated sigh. “Fine,” he says, looking almost bored, “you wanna just suck my dick then?”
I’ve barely had my first kiss and he’s asking me to suck his dick, I don’t even know him. My eyes start to water, this isn’t how I imagined it would be, I have no idea how to do this. All I can think is that I need to get out of here, I feel so fucking stupid…
“I should probably go actually,” I whisper, “it’s getting late.”
He scoffs, “Whatever, I thought you were cute but I’m not holding your hand through this.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, unlocking the door and escaping the house as quickly as I can.
Stephen
I’m trying to wrap my head around this business module when our door crashes open and Donovan runs in, locking it behind him. It’s clear he’s been crying, but he quickly looks away from me and heads to his side of the room. Shit, fucking Kyle. I close my books and move towards him.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he says, clearing his bed of books and clothes, scattered from where he must have been trying on different options before leaving.
“Hey,” I get closer and place a hand on his shoulder. “Donovan, please, look at me.”
He slowly faces me, his eyes red and filling with fresh tears. Without hesitating, I pull him into a hug, trying not tonotice how perfectly he fits in my arms. Now is not the time, he’s upset and needs a friend, even if he does smell incredible.
It takes him a moment, but he gives in to the hug, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my chest. His body shakes slightly as he cries and my heart hurts to see him like this. Even though I don’t know for certain, I’m sure it’s Kyle that’s done this; and it’s taking everything in me to stay calm and dampen down the rage I’m feeling towards him for making Donovan feel this way.
His hair is soft between my fingers as I gently stroke it, trying to soothe him. “It’s going to be okay,” I whisper into the top of his head, knowing that I’m going to do whatever I can to help him. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”
“No,” he says, his response muffled as his face is pressed into my chest.
