A/N: The first 4 chapters are the worst in this. You can skim them because they aren't that great but they do get the story started so don't skip them. After chapter 5 the story picks up and gets marginally better. Chapter 14 will be much better then the first 13.

I really want to edit this story but i want to finish it first so my top priority right now is finishing this story. Okay, read on:

The Closet
Kai Qiu

1: Opening the Closet

It was the summer of ’05, and it was blazing hot, in more then one way…. It was a soccer game, and I, James Parker, was watching in the stands. I wasn’t very athletic, but more of a hidden book worm. Jared, however, was, and he currently had the ball! His hair, that always seemed to cover his eyes, was pulled back into a short ponytail, that flopped around as he kicked, kicked, kicked, SCORED!

“Yeah!” came the cheer from the stands.

Jared’s eyes sought out mine, and we shared a smile. Eight to zip-0! We had won.

But the game wasn’t the point, it was after the game that was.

Jared sat in my excuse for a room. His perfection seemed to make my room look even worse.

“Watcha doin?” He asked me.

I was sprawled on my bed, reading a book, “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Totally turning me on,” he replied, a ferocious twinkle of passion gleaming in his eyes.

Not only was he drop-head gorgeous, but he was drop-dead gay, and If I may say, all mine.

I sighed, and sat down y copy of Romeo and Juliet on my night-stand.

His lean body got up from where he was sitting, and sat at the edge of my bed.

I sat up, and leaned my back against the wall. Jared pulled off his shirt, taking special care to flex his muscles. He propelled himself further on my bed, and climbed on top of me. Jared’s hand’s hands glided down my soft chest. He smirked at me, as his hand reached the hem of my red shirt. Slowly, so I could feel his warm skin on my cold skin, he lifted my shirt off my head, and tossed it on the floor.

My heart started beating fast. He laid his head on my bare chest, and rested, closing his eyes, and taking in a deep breath.

All of a sudden my hormones took over. My quavering hands went to the fly of his jeans, and unbuttoned the button, and unzipped the zipper. Jared’s eyes opened to showcase his beautiful green eyes. He put his hands on top of mine, and moved them to his waist, and then pushed down his pants, his hand still on mine.

I drew in my breath at the sight of him, and his magnificent body. Before he could react, I kicked off my pants, then, like that; we were kissing each other on the mouth, cheek, ear, neck, chest, and waist.

I never felt so goof, for lack of a better word.

We stopped for a moment to take a breath. Then I rolled on my side, and we faced each other.

I put my arms around him, and his hands found their way around my back, and we pulled each other together. I gently kissed Jared on the mouth, then repositioning our bodies, I entered him, and he let out a moan.

It felt so right, and I never want to leave him.

“Oh James,” he whispered to me, and I smiled, and drifted away.