Chapter 12

They didn't say much for the rest of the day, since their parents came home (much to their disappointment). But they would exchange quick glances and give each other goofy little smiles when their parents weren't looking.

They both had decided to keep up their "burning hatred" for one another at school. It wasn't so much that they wanted to hide that fact that they were . . . interested in each other, but because there were enough people who knew their parents were engaged and that they were stepbrothers, or, step-brothers-to-be. (Damn Lauren's big mouth). And it was still a little scary— the possibility of being gay never crossed their minds. It's not like they were ashamed, it was just new and confusing.

Eden didn't know what Avery was thinking, but he was never attracted to any other boys.

Though, there was that one time he thought about kissing Tom when he was drunk, just to see what it would be like. But he only saw Tom as a friend, and he seemed to have way more of an interest in that new kid. If Eden could remember correctly, his name was Sage. But he didn't have him in any classes, he just saw him around.

Anyway, Tom and his sexual preferences could be set aside. Right now Eden was too busy sorting out his own.

He almost felt bad about thinking this, but he wished their parents hadn't come home. Honestly, he wanted to mouth-rape Avery some more. He supposed he could just close the door and have his way with him, but their wonderful love music would definitely alert the parents. Or they might be too wrapped up in their own wonderful love music to notice. Eww! The thought gave Eden the creepies.

Anyway, tonight was the last night of their three-day-weekend. Tomorrow they would go to school and pretend things were the same as before. Eden honestly didn't know how well he'd be able to do that. What if he accidentally molested Avery in front of everyone?! Well, that wouldn't happen (in front of people), he had self-control! At least, he'd like to believe he did.

He shrugged and kicked Avery's already-open-door a bit more opened.

"I'm bored" he stated, monotonously.

Avery glanced up from whatever he was drawing. "What do you want me to do about that?" Was that some kind of offer? Eden fought off all the vivid little thoughts in his head and hovered over Avery.

"What is that, a unicorn?"

Avery laughed, "No, it's just a horse. . . ."

"Oh . . . well that's kinda boring" he took Avery's sketchbook and pencil and began drawing a horn coming out of the horse's head. "There! That's so much cooler!" he said, handing it back. It was weird that he could do that now and not be bitched at.

Avery smiled, "okay then."

Even though it was just a little smile, it was enough to make Eden want to jump him. Then he suddenly got a great idea! This would probably make Avery squirm, but he didn't really care. He liked to make him squirm. "Let's have hot passionate sex . . . right now." Blunt? Yes.

Avery's eyes widened in a mix of horror and shock; "W-what?!" He hated how easily he blushed. He didn't even get angry when Eden started laughing at him. He was still recovering from Eden's . . . forwardness.

"Relax, I was just messing with you."

Avery managed to pull off his signature glare; even though he was still so red he could put a tomato to shame. "Well, stop it!" he shifted uncomfortably and inched away from Eden, hugging his legs tightly to his chest.

There was a moment of silence. Not so awkward for Eden, very awkward for Avery. It was hard to talk— let alone think about his possible gayness. Eden was the last guy he’d expect to make him realize that he definitely wasn’t straight. And what was . . . almost bizarre was discovering that Eden was capable of being romantic. Not that being romantic was a bad thing.

"This is all just so weird . . ." Avery finally said, just to make the awkwardness go away.

Eden arched his brow in a what-ever-do-you-mean? kind of way.

“I mean— a few days ago we hated each other!” he continued.

Eden shrugged, “I never hated you. . . .”

“Okay maybe not hate, but, I thought I hated you!”

“Pssh— we all know you really wanted to molest me in my sleep.”

Avery stared with a you're-a-sick-fuck kind of expression, even though he secretly thought it wasn't a bad idea. But why did everything have to be about molestation or some kind of sexual activity? “You wish that’s what I wanted!”

“Yep, it’s my fantasy.”

"Well, please keep them to yourself from now on."

"Where's the fun in that?!" Eden asked, getting frighteningly close. He lightly ran his fingers up Avery's forearm, making him yelp and pull away.

"What the hell?! The door is wide open! What if they came down the hall and . . . and- what are you doing?!" Avery asked, feeling his face get redder by the second.

"Shut up."

Avery backed away, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, but didn't get too far because of the accursed headboard. Damn you! So all he could do was watch as Eden got closer and closer until finally- WHAM! (That may be an exaggeration), their lips were practically molded together, and the little horndog was nipping at Avery's bottom lip like a sexually frustrated panda. Do pandas get sexually frustrated?!

Feeling slightly awkward that Eden was doing all the work, Avery hesitantly opened his mouth a bit more. Right away his mouth was raped by a very agressive tongue. Not that he really minded, it was kind of hot that Eden liked to take control.

"Boys?!"

Avery gasped and pushed Eden, accidentally too hard, and sent him rolling off the side of the bed.

THUMP. "Fucking ow!" he whined.

"Y-yeah, mom?!" Avery called.

"Dinner's ready!"

Thank God for that.

Avery thought making-out while their parents were just down the hall was awkward, but this . . . this was just sick! He smacked Eden's hand off his leg for the 5th time in a row already. He could see Eden was getting his jollies from the situation. The sick . . . really hot bastard.

"So how was your trip?" Eden asked, though it was obvious he didn't really care.

"Oh we had a blast! . . ." Lydia rambled on about what a fun fucking time they had, up until they came home and found the house in a craptastic mess.

It was kind of hard to listen, seeing as Eden's hand made its merry little way back on to Avery's knee. He had thought about ignoring it, but that was a bit difficult as well, since it made itself comfortable on his inner thigh.

Avery coughed violently, causing Lydia to stop mid-sentence and look alarmed. Eden moved his hand.

"Are you okay?!" she asked.

" . . . uh, yeah! This chicken is really good . . . is all."

"Oh, okay . . ." Lydia said, before jumping right back into her conversation.

He found it weird that nobody asked why Eden was silently cracking up, but maybe it was better that they didn't anyway.

As some sort of payback, Avery kicked Eden as hard as he could, which felt kind of weird since he was sitting right beside him.

"Ow . . ." he mumbled.

That was good enough for him.

"You're acting kinda different" Lauren said, staring at Avery from across the table and narrowing her eyes, as if thinking really hard about what could possibly be different about him.

"What do you mean?!" There's no way she knows! She'd have to be a psychic to know!

"I don't know . . . did you get a hair cut?" she asked.

"Uh . . . no."

She shrugged, "oh well! I'll figure it out later!" But Avery still got the feeling she knew something. Damn females and their freaky psychic abilities!

"So how're things with you and Eden? I'm surprised you haven't killed each other yet."

He hoped he didn't look as tense as he felt. "Uh, you know, same old stuff . . . nothing new. He's the same annoying bastard that I hate."

There was that amused smile again! It didn't bother him so much . . . now that he actually didn't hate Eden anymore. "So?! What happened when I left?"

Damn you and your want for details! Avery shrugged, trying not to react to a specific detail that he was definately going to leave out. "Well, not much really. We had to clean the house, but he fell asleep while he was supposed to be cleaning the living room."

"He . . . fell asleep?!"

"Yeah, I know! Who does that?!"

Lauren laughed, "It's expected from Eden though."

"That's true."

"So yeah, did anything else happen while you two were alone? Anything interesting?" Okay what the hell?! She knows something.

"Like what?!" Avery asked, trying not to sound suspicious and hoping he wasn't blushing.

"Like . . . I don't know! Something that's interesting?"

Just keep it cool and stop freaking out. "No, I stayed as far away from him as possible for fear of catching his idiocy." Yeah, that was good.

"Well, meh! You know I love hearing about your bitch fits! Weren't there any of those?!"

"No."

"You're lying!"

"I am not! If you love my 'bitch fits' so much, then wait until gym. There will most likely be one . . ."

"Oh yeah! I'm so glad speedball is over! I hope we're doing something easier."

God damn agressive sports and God damn agressive sexy athletic boys! They had gone from speedball to soccer and Avery didn't see the difference. Well, besides not being able to pick the ball up. He and Lauren had been picked last since they were known to just stand around and not really try that hard. They were lucky enough to get on the same team again. Eden was on the other team this time, which was actually more of a distraction. Avery found himself ogling Eden way too much, and not so subtly either.

"Who the hell are you looking at?!" Lauren asked, nudging him.

"Uh, no one!"

"Oh don't deny it! You are so obvious!" Lauren said, breaking into a frighteningly perverted grin.

"W-what are you talking about?!" Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GODDD!!

"Don't play dumb! I saw you looking at Jen! I mean, it's kind of hard not to since her shorts are like . . . right beneath her ass cheeks. And then she keeps bending over like a little ho."

EW, why would I look at that?! Oh well, just go with it. "Yeah! How whorish! I can see her cottage cheese thighs from here."

Lauren giggled like a fangirl reading literary porn.

"What's so funny?!"

"I'll pretend what you said wasn't gay at all."

"Why is it gay that I notice things?!"

"Why are you so defensive?!"

". . ."

There you go dumb ass! You probably just came out to your friend!

"I'm just kidding, Avery! Geez, you should have seen your face! Ha ha!"

"Ha-ha." Don't get too pissy or she'll figure things out.

"Heads up!"

Avery yelped and covered his face with his arms as the ball hit the side of his head. What a surprise. "God damn ball!" he mumbled. Even though he hated getting pummeled by balls (no innuendo intended), he was glad it got them off the subject of gayness and defensiveness.

"Sorry dude!" a stereotypical surfer kid yelled.

Normally he would have said something and bothered to cuss Lauren out for laughing. If Eden didn't look so good at the moment, his mind would have been able to function and he could bitch properly. Avery never noticed how . . . rape-able sweat could make certain people look.

Lauren had said something, but it only sounding like blah, blah, blah to him. He was too distracted by Eden's ultra-hot sweatiness, and wearing a shirt that showed off his toned arms didn't help matters either.

The game had been brought to a temporary hault because of surfer boy. A group of guys were climbing the bleachers trying to find the ball that had been launched up there, with the help of Avery's head.

And while Lauren kept rambling on, Avery continued to stare Eden down like a sexually confused 12-year-old reading playgirl magazine, only he wasn't too confused.

He never thought a sweat covered Eden would turn him on. Not in a million years! But there he was, looking all sexified with his tousled hair and skin all glistening from perspiration. He wondered if that's what Eden would look like if they . . .

What the fuck?! OH MY GOD!

It seemed his thoughts became too much for him. He felt the blush rise all the way to his hair line, and immediately turned and ran to the boys' locker room.

"Oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIIIIIT!!" he yelled, not really caring who heard.

"Hey, where are you going?! Class isn't over for 15 minutes!" Lauren called.

But he ignored her, just wanting to get into the safety of the empty locker room before anyone saw what he was desperately trying to hide.

Never in his life had he gotten a hard-on at school.

A/N: Oh. My. GOD!! I am so sorry this took centuries to get out. I really have no excuse as to why I slacked off so long. I hope you all haven't given up on me. AND since you all know what a lazy bitch I am... if there is ANYONE I haven't reviewed yet, could you please let me know?! I just don't feel like looking through the reviews to see! hehehe. I give you all permission to harass me if I start slacking off with chapter 13. I'm going to start that ASAP!! Which is now! I love you all soo much!