I was watching impatiently the clock. My best friend, Joey, called me a while ago, saying that he needed urgently to talk with me. I sat down on my bed, waiting for him to come. In the meanwhile, I began to stare at a picture we had taken the day we met. Suddenly the door bell rang. I went downstairs running and opened the door and there was Joey. Oh, God, why was he crying? Before I could ask him, he pulled me onto his arms, seeing as he was taller than me.
"Joey, what's wrong?" I said rubbing his back on circles. We went into my room and sat on my bed, his head pressed against my chest. I ran a hand through his hair as he sniffled. "What's wrong, Joey?"
"I want to die, Alex," he sniffled.
"What are you talking about? Why do you say such thing?"
"Because I only cause pain to the ones I love, Alex," he said. "Yesterday, when I went with my sister to the market, some guy with a gun attacked us. When he was about to shoot me, she stood in the way. She died today, Alex, because she wanted to protect me."
"Joey, it was an accident," I whispered.
"I want to die, Alex," he repeated, louder this time. "I only cause pain."
"No, you don't, and you know it." He hugged me tighter. I hated so much when he cried, and he was crying. I would have done anything to calm him down because I just hated to see him like that. You see, Joey and I had been best friends since we were 6, about 10 years ago. I don't know since when I fell in love with him, even though we are both boys.
"Alex," he said lifting his head and staring into my eyes, "did you mean it?"
"Yes, Joey," I answered. "I don't know what I would do if you ever left. Please don't say that you want to die."
"Am I that important to you?" I nodded.
"Yes, Joey, you are." He looked at me and smiled, the tears already stopping to fall from his eyes. God, I really loved that smile of his.
"You make me feel very special, Alex," said Joey. "You're the best friend someone could have. Thank you." After saying this, he rubbed his lips gently against my cheek. When he pulled apart, I was slightly blushing. I had always wanted him to do that; still, I don't know why I suddenly found myself kissing him.
Yeah, like, really kissing Joey. I mean, the last thing I remembered was he giving me a kiss on the cheek, and the next moment my lips were softly pressed against his and my hands were now holding his face. When I pulled back, he stared at me somewhat in shock.
"I… I… Joey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't ha–" But I couldn't finish my sentence because Joey interrupted me. Actually, his lips were the ones that interrupted me… and they were so deliciously hot. His arms then went from my back to wrapping themselves around my waist as mine encircled my best friend's neck. I lay my back down on my bed, pulling him with me at the same time. On that instant, Joey began to add more pressure to my lips. Knowing what he wanted me to do, I opened my mouth and allowed him to slip his tongue in, tasting it as if he had always wanted to, making our kiss to grow more passionate.
"J- Joey…" I moaned when his mouth left mine and met with my neck, one of his hands on my cheek. I tilted my head back and gave him full access to my throat, where he pressed soft and small kisses. Then I felt both of his hands lowering until they reached my chest. They slowly began to unbutton my shirt and his lips once again went to assault mine. "What are you doing?"
"I've wanted to do this with you since a long time ago, Alex," he hissed. "Please don't make me stop." By this time, he had already left me and himself shirtless.
"But… we…" Obviously not willing to hear my excuses, Joey shushed me up by kissing me again, caressing my lower lip with his tongue, his bare chest pressed tightly against mine. "Joey, we must stop. We shouldn't be doing this."
"Don't start with that nonsense, Alex. We both know you want to do this as much as I want to." I also hated when he was right in everything. "You know what? I'm really glad I came."
"And why is that?"
"Because I proved that you love me as much as I love you. Besides, if I hadn't come, I would have probably suicide," he said. I smiled and he again placed his mouth over my own, caressing my lips with his tongue. I pulled apart slightly and whispered in his ear.
"I love you, Joey." He giggled and kissed me yet again.
"I love you, too, my savior."
(A/N: Oh. My. GOD! Did I really write that?! OO I can't believe it.
Anyway, hope you guys like it. I had the need to write a shounen-ai story, and I did! If you liked it, leave a review!)