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.A Second Run.
Jacky was officially crazy. The girl had decided to give him an early eighteenth birthday present. Early being an understatement, as it was just his birthday 3 weeks ago. It might as well be called a late birthday present. And she had already gotten him something, which had been pretty decent. Well that’s a lie, he had loved her present(Johnny Depp movies) His best friend, Cyril, on the other hand, had gotten him some clean white socks. Just why the hell did he need clean white socks?
Derrick scowled as he was being led, blindfolded, to god knows where. He couldn’t believe he had been bullied into this; well actually he could. Jacky could be really persuasive if she wanted to be. And forceful.
“We’re almost there!” Jacky cheerfully chirped.
Derrick could practically visualize the petite asian girl grinning as she pulled him closer and closer towards his imminent doom. He seriously had no idea where he was as she had pulled him out of his house at 9am on a Saturday and quickly blindfolded and pushed him into her car. She had stopped eventually, telling him she had made a few loops so he wouldn’t be able to tell where they were going. But that was just a waste of gas because he had fallen asleep one minute into the ride and had only woken up when she pinched his arm to tell him to get out.
Suddenly he was shoved forward, and his mind boggled over Jacky’s strength. Until he hit a warm body and a door closed behind him.
A giggle was heard just outside the door.
“What the fuck?” the warm body muttered under his breath, as he started struggling to get into a more comfortable position.
The closet was quite a small fit, and the two of them were practically plastered against each other. Derrick squeezed his arms up to take off the cursed blindfold and discovered it didn’t help much as it was completely dark. He started swearing rapidly, promising to kill Jacky. After he came out of the closet. Oh what a pun.
The guy reached around Derrick’s body, brushing him slightly, but enough to make him gasp a little. He heard the doorknob jiggle a bit before the guy sighed.
A whisper. “It’s locked.”
Furious, Derrick tried to turn around to see for himself, but the closet was too small. He settled for reaching behind and feeling for the knob. He found it and discovered that it was indeed locked.
He whispered to the other guy, “Just great, why are we locked in here together?”
“Isn’t it obvious? What’re closets for?” the guy whispered back.
“Storing clothing…?”
“…No, she wants us to make out.”
Derrick’s eyes widened. What the hell was going through Jacky’s mind? Why would he want to make out with some random guy?
The guy’s whisper interrupted his thoughts. “So be quiet, she’s probably right outside trying to get off on this. We’ll just wait until she gets bored and lets us out.”
“Right.”
His thoughts raced around in his head. The heat was really getting to him. He couldn’t think straight at all. They were too close to each other, chests brushing each other. They were approximately the same height, and he could feel the other’s breath on his neck. His position wasn’t very comfortable either. Derrick was trying to get as far away from the guy as possible, and his balance was off. He felt as if he would fall over any second.
After what felt like forever, he whispered to the other guy, “This is a really awkward spot. I can’t stand properly.”
The guy chuckled quietly and tried shifting them into a more comfortable position. Derrick felt his face turn red as the guy put his arms on his waist, forcing his own arms onto the guy’s biceps. They were way too close, and his heart raced as they rustled around, brushing each other way too much. Their faces bumped into each other occasionally, making Derrick more and more tense. Finally they seemed to get into a favourable position, with neither touching each other. They were still closer than he would’ve liked, but this seemed the best they’d be able to get.
Derrick was disoriented. And sleepy. After all, he had been woken up at 9am when just the night before, he and Cyril had been playing video games until 3am. At which point he snuck back home, hoping his parents didn’t notice; thankfully they lived only a block away from each other. So nobody could blame him when he started nodding off, and even started leaning his head into the crook of the guy’s neck.
“Coming onto me?” The guy’s whisper jolted him awake.
He whispered hotly back, “Wha? No! I fell asleep!”
“I’m that boring? I’d better fix that…”
Derrick could practically feel the smirk on the guy as he said that. The guy leaned in real close, invading his personal bubble, as he tried to struggle away. The guy licked his ear, and Derrick practically died from the sensation. He felt the guy grin against his ear as he started nibbling on it tenderly. Suddenly the guy brought his body flush against his own, bringing a gasp from Derrick’s lips. All of his senses were heightened as he felt the guy’s every movement. The guy manoeuvred them so that Derrick’s back was against the door. Derrick felt the guy’s lips descend upon his neck as he licked and sucked. This felt so wrong, yet so right. There was a familiarity around this guy that just made it seem okay.
Completely out of his control, Derrick felt his arms slowly drift to wrap themselves around the guy’s neck. The guy ran his hands over Derrick’s chest and went to rest at his hips. He could feel the guy playing with the bottom of his shirt, sometimes brushing against his bare skin, still nibbling at his neck. The mouth went higher now, along his jaw line, and he felt himself sigh appreciatively. And then Derrick moved his head slightly and their lips were touching and the hand on his hip clenched a little and the body pressed against his a bit more urgently. Their lips moved together and Derrick’s mind was completely gone.
His entire body was burning with heat and lust. There was a moan and he realized it was his. The guy ran his teeth along his bottom lip and bit down lightly. Derrick growled and pushed onto the guy, trying to pin him down, but instead of a wall behind the guy, there were a bunch of coats, which couldn’t hold their weight. The guy fell backwards with Derrick on top of him. There was a loud crash and a second of silence. Light spilled into the closet, and his first glance of the gu – Cyril. The guy was Cyril.
Jacky gasped, not seeming to notice the state of shock the two of them were in. “Are you two okay?”
Derrick shoved himself off of his best friend and glared at Jacky. “What the FUCK?!”
He stormed out of the house, realizing it was Jacky’s and ran back to his house, adrenaline rushing through his body. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had just made out with his best friend. His best friend was a guy. He was a guy. Shit, their entire friendship was ruined. This was all Jacky’s fault. Her and her stupid ‘early birthday present’. Derrick went inside his house and slammed the door as hard as he could. At least his parents were out. He ran up to his room and collapsed on his bed, crying, not knowing why.
Was he gay? What would Cyril think? This was so fucked up. What the hell was going to happen now? He clutched at his hair and stared at himself in the mirror across the room. He looked pathetic. His shaggy dirty blond hair was ruffled and windswept; his normally pale cheeks were bright red and tear streaked. His green eyes were red-rimmed and his lean frame was hunched over and he knew there was no chance in hell that Cyril would like him. Except why was he thinking that? Why would he care if Cyril wanted him or not? He wasn’t gay.
Maybe bi.
He sighed and snuggled under his covers to sleep, where things made sense. Luckily it was the summer holidays so he wouldn’t be forced to confront Cyril at school.
-
Over the next few days, Derrick locked himself in his room and played his Gamecube, without his best friend by his side. It was weird, but he got used to it. Okay not really, but he was able to ignore it… somewhat. He couldn’t spend an hour without thinking about Cyril at least once. He didn’t understand his feelings. He had never been attracted to guys.
There was a knock on the door. Derrick went down to open it and saw Jacky at the door. She stood there with a life-sized cardboard cut-out of Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow and he immediately let her in. He grabbed at the cut-out possessively and grumbled, “What?”
Jacky looked up at him sadly. “I’m really sorry about what happened, Derrick. I thought you two knew who the other was in the closet… I had no idea that this would happen.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it! Our entire friendship is ruined now! It’s going to be so awkward every time we see each other. And god, he’s gonna think I’m gay of all things.” Derrick let out with frustration. He stormed up to his room.
The asian girl followed him up to his room and peered closely into his face. Okay, he was just a little bit weirded out by this but he let it go. “You’re not gay?”
“No! I like girls.”
“Then why haven’t you ever dated one?”
Derrick protested, “But I have. Remember Alyssa?”
Jacky rolled her eyes. “You’ve never dated one for more than two weeks. I think that says something. And you like Johnny Depp! Admit it, you find him sexy don’t you? Yes you do, I know you do, which is exactly why I brought a life-size cut-out of him. Anyways, Cyril wouldn’t care if you liked guys or not. You two have been friends for what? Ten years? He’s definitely not a homophobe. Trust me.”
“Jacky… Just think about it. If we made out for ten min –”
“Ten minutes?! You made out with a guy for TEN minutes and you’re still denying that you’re gay? Derrick!”
He blushed, not having meant to let that slip out. “Ugh, whatever. It’s still awkward since he doesn’t like me that way.”
Jacky burst out laughing and fell onto the floor, rolling into a little ball. Derrick just stared, annoyed that she found this whole situation funny. She finally calmed herself down and gave him a big hug. She cooed into his ear, “Silly Derrick. You two would make such a cute couple!”
Derrick just gaped.
Jacky left.
-
Derrick spent the next few days moping around, playing video games, wondering whether or not he should talk to Cyril or not. The longer he waited, the worse their friendship would get. But, wasn’t it already shot to pieces? Jacky came over occasionally, telling him to get his ass over to Cyril’s house, but even her persuasive powers were useless against his irrational fear. He didn’t even know what he was so scared about.
Then someone knocked on the door. Derrick was in the middle of a fierce boss battle, and didn’t hear until the person was practically pounding on the door. Figuring it was Jacky again, he paused his game and went down to answer it. He opened the door and saw Cyril.
Cyril’s grey eyes bore into his own and they stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Derrick felt his heart race and his cheeks burn as they just stared and stared, each not knowing what to do. Finally he broke out of it and shut the door on the raven-haired youth. His heart pounded as he felt cornered and helpless. He ran back to his room, ignoring the poundings on the door and turned the video game volume up loud. Finally the pounding stopped and he breathed a sigh of relief. Derrick continued playing and tried not to think about the small ache in his heart.
When suddenly, he felt Cyril behind him wrap his arms around his neck and his mouth brush his ear. This was just like that scene in the closet all over again. He could feel himself, waiting and hoping for the nibble, but instead Cyril murmured, “We need to talk.”
Derrick shoved him away, turned off the game, and stared at him. “How did you get in?”
“Spare key.” Oh yeah. The spare key was under the welcome mat, and Cyril, of course, knew where it was.
Cyril’s eyes burned into his own as they stared at each other, unmoving.
“I’m not gay,” Derrick blurted out, regretting it as soon as it came out. But he didn’t regret it. It was true, wasn’t it? He liked girls before. The shadowed look on Cyril’s face had nothing to do with the pang he felt in his chest.
Cyril quickly looked away and quietly murmured something.
“What?”
“I am,” Cyril confessed.
Derrick stared wide-eyed at him for a second. “Do you like anyone?” He did not know why he just said that. This… This would give him the wrong impression!
Cyril seemed to recover and smirked at him. “What’s it to you?”
A blush found its way onto Derrick’s cheeks. He looked away and went to sit on his bed, wanting to be doing something. “Whatever, I don’t care…”
Not buying it, Cyril scooted onto the bed beside Derrick and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and the other hand on Derrick’s thigh, “You sure you’re not at least bi?”
Derrick shivered and choked out, “Not if it ruins our friendship.”
Cyril backed away then. “We really need to talk.”
They sat cross-legged across from each other, the natural position they always take when they need to talk about something serious. Not knowing where to start, Derrick just stared at Cyril’s hands fiddling with the covers and thought about how nicely shaped they were.
Cyril began, “I’ve known I was gay for awhile. Pretty much since I was twelve, but I didn’t know what being gay meant back then. I thought it was normal for a long time, but then I dated a girl and it was disastrous. I’ve also liked you for awhile –”
“As a friend?” Derrick asked, needing to clarify and hoping he was wrong.
“More,” Cyril stared into his eyes intensely and then continued, “And I’ve been holding it back for a long time since I thought you were straight, and then the closet thing happened and I got all confused so I’m sorry for not coming until now. Is there any chance that you...?” He gestured between the two of them.
“… Uh… I’m not sure… I mean, I really like you but I couldn’t even see you in there and… and… it might’ve just been hormones or… yeah… um… ” Derrick cursed himself as he stuttered.
Cyril smiled slyly and slowly brought them close together. “Maybe a second run is needed?”
He was shoved backwards onto the bed and Cyril’s body covered his own as their lips crushed against each other. Derrick moaned into Cyril’s mouth, missing this feeling that was denied him for a week. Derrick felt his heart pound against his chest and kissed Cyril hungrily. He ran his hands up and down Cyril’s back, relishing the feeling of having him in his arms. Cyril pulled away slightly, their lips still touching as he asked huskily, “Well?”
Derrick glared at Cyril for stopping and pulled him back urgently and breathlessly, “I think more runs are needed.”
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