A.N.: Kevin and Jeff are two fucking adorable peas in a fucking adorable pod. Whoa, and I’ve been trying to stop cussing. XD Anyway. Enjoy. RAWR. :U

Maybe?

Chapter Six: You Get Me Out Of The Rain, You Get Me Out Of My Clothes.

Our next GSA meeting came up quickly. It was getting close to the end of May and everyone was getting antsy, so there weren’t that many in the classroom. Of course, Kelly and Kendra were there and perky as ever.

I found out that both twins were in French class and would be attending the field trip. It was bound to be fun.

“Today, we’re gonna do something a little bit different…” Kendra started, shuffling note cards around in her hands. She was wearing prep-school khakis with ripped black fishnet under them, and a really dressy EGL-type top. She looked stunning, even if I was gay.

But wait, I’m not gay. I just happen to like Charlie and he happens to like me back. That doesn’t mean that I’m gay. I don’t think every guy is cute or hot or anything… But Kelly does look nice in those Little Jimmy Urine-esque shorts—I MEAN. No! Charlie… Think about Charlie.

Kendra stood up and grinned and exited the circle she had us sit in.

I leaned over to Charlie, “What are we supposed to do?” Everyone stood and started to exit as Charlie smiled. Obviously, he didn’t mind me being absent-minded.

“By the next meeting, which is also the last one, we’re to have a story prepared. Fiction, non-fiction, doesn’t matter. But it has to pertain to LGBT or GSA,” he explained.

I blushed, “Thanks, I owe you one.” We walked out into the hallway and he shook his head. He pulled me to him and backed up to a wall, pressing our lips together. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I loved the feeling of our bodies pressed together. To me, it wasn’t sexual in any way; it was comforting. Like, his warmth would always be there.

It was nice.

We walked down towards the French room (our money was due today), hands linked between us sweetly. My mom had agreed to pay most of Charlie’s ticket (as long as he would pay us back, which he readily agreed to do), so I would be with “my friend” in France.

Insert huge grin here.

I handed Mme Mason the money, bid her a “bon evening” and started the trek to Adolf’s car.

“Hey guys,” Kelly and Kendra waved in their twin way as we passed them. It was kind of creepy, the way that they would echo each other.

Charlie and I waved back. Kelly asked us if we were going on the trip, too.

I nodded, “Of course. It’ll be hella fun.”

Kendra giggled, “We should hang out when we go. Scamming girls with my brother gets old, so we should ditch him quick.”

Kelly playfully punched her arm, waved at us with his neon fishnet and ducked into Mme Mason’s room. Kendra waved good-bye and followed her brother.

“They’re so nice,” I gushed, grinning from ear to ear.

Charlie nodded his agreement, “You are, too, y’know.”

I looked at him and smiled, “Thank you.”

He nodded again, “I’ve never had many close friends, and I’m glad that you’ve given me the opportunity to be your friend.”

I caught his eyes and blushed, “We’re a bit more than… friends, Charlie.”

“Friends with… benefits?” Charlie slyly asked, a hint of humour in his green eyes.

I opened the door for him and led him out into the bright Californian sunshine, “Not quite.”

“So… what are we, Kevin?”

He was going to make me ask. No, it was his place. He was the one that came onto me. I just… stalked him…

“I don’t know, Charlie. What are we?” I smirked to him, which got me pushed up against the outside wall of the school, Charlie’s tongue running over my teeth. My hands went up to tangle in his hair as his went to my sides.

It felt so good to have our lips move together, out hands finally linking beside my face.

He finally pulled away, breathless and asked, “Kevin, will you officially be my official boyfriend?”

“I was wondering when you’d ask,” I smiled and leaned in to peck his lips.

Now was about the time to start writing “Mr. Kevin Manson” all over my notebooks.

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The next week, Jeff and I were in my room, packing for the trip. Jeff would spend a couple of nights at my house (since his parents were business a lot), and most of his things were at my house already.

And, even though the trip wasn’t for another two weeks or so, we had to get started packing. If waited too much longer, we just wouldn’t have time. Both of us had extremely horrible memories (not helped by Adolf, who distracted Jeff more than he distracted me, but still), you see.

I was bent over my suitcase when I heard Jeff say something. I couldn’t quite hear him, so I straightened up and asked him what he said.

“Adolf and I…” he trailed off, and I held out my hand to him. He crumbled into a cross-legged position on my bed and continued. “Ad and I are going to… have sex before we go to France.”

My eyebrows flew up as I took off my glasses and rubbed the bridge of my nose, “Um. What?”

Jeff blushed enough for the both of us, “He didn’t push me. I’m ready. I decided. Kev, I’m in love with him. And he tells me that he’s in love with me. I’d rather let him be the first one that I’d be… with because I love him.”

“I understand, Jeff,” I smiled. I didn’t want him rushing, but I could tell that this was what he wanted. He was my best friend, and I didn’t want him hurt. “Just… be careful. You’re a good kid—a good friend—and I want the best for you.”

He leaned in to hug me, but collapsed in my arms, sobbing, “I don’t want to lose him, Kev.

This was a strange turn of events, I thought as I stroked his hair and tried to get him to calm down.

“I keep thinking that if I keep him satisfied, then he’ll want to stay with me. He won’t leave me for another guy,” Jeff sobbed, sniffling after every other word.

I held onto him, “Jeffy, you don’t have to sleep with Adolf to make him happy. Y’know, unless you just really, really want to.”

He nodded, “I want to. I’ve wanted to for about two years. Before we were even friends, I knew that I wanted him to be my first.”

“Wow,” I sighed. There’d be no way I could convince Jeff that this might not be the best idea. He nodded and I said, “If that’s what you want, Jeffy, then do it. I’m behind you, one hundred percent… Well, unless Adolf’s behind you.”

We both sniggered, Jeff pausing to say, “Thanks, Kev. I love you.”

“’Love you, too, Jeff.”