Extacy

 The alarm made my head throb, I didn’t want to wake up, I didn’t want to think about what was going to happen now. How could I kiss him, what the hell was I thinking. I rubbed my eyes and cradled my head.

Glancing around my room, my eyes resting on my still unpacked overnight bag. I could call him, but what would I say, “Sup Kyle, sorry about randomly kissing you yesterday, oh by the way, I’m in love with you.” No that most certainly wouldn’t work. I rested my head back onto my pillow slowly drifting back off too sleep wondering what the hell I was going to do, when my phone rang.

My body went rigid, at first I wasn’t even sure it was really ringing. Both of my parents should be at work, and no one but Kyle ever calls me. Hastily jumping up and grabbing my phone, but still afraid to see who was calling, I slowly flipped my phone open, my heart stopped when I saw the name Kyle flashing on my phone.

“Hello?” I answered my voice slightly catching in my throat, “Hey dude, you just wake up?” Kyle’s tone surprised me, I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this most certainly wasn’t it. “Uh, yeah, you?” I replied trying to sound normal, “Nah, didn’t sleep much last night.” The way he said that gave me chills, he stated it in such a matter of fact way that I didn’t know how to take it. “Whys that?” I tried to ask like I had no idea, but I felt that it didn’t really work. “Oh, no reason, but hey, can you come pick me up, lets go get some breakfast.” I was slightly apprehensive, but glad that he seemed to be acting normal so I said yes. “Great, I’ll be ready in 30 minutes, you can come after that, see you soon Brian.” He hung up before I could say anything else, the way he said my name caught me slightly off guard.
I grabbed some fresh cloths and headed for the shower, replaying his voice over and over in my head as he said my name.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We had planed our trip too the beach for weeks, it was exceptionally hot this summer, and a day off at the beach sounded perfect, and it was perfect, wrestling in the water with Kyle on a beautiful summer day. It had started to get dark out so we headed back too our hotel room, before heading home the following morning. I collapsed onto the bed face down, Kyle did the same, turning on to his side, “Thanks for this Brian, we both needed it.” I opened my eyes glancing over at him, he was still only wearing his trunks his chest still slightly wet, he was so georgous, drops of water beaded across his beautiful chest and abs. It was all I could do to keep my hands from reaching out and touching his sculpted torso. “Brian?” I opened my eyes to see Kyle giving me a rather quizzical look, I looked down to see my lips against his cheek. “You okay dude?” Kyle asked with a slight smile. I pulled back immediately my heart racing trying to find some excuse for my actions.

Kyle seemed to sense my sudden embarrassment , and without warning he leaned over and kissed my cheek. I wasn’t sure what was happening at first, then he sat back and smiled at me, “You’re my best friend, thanks so much for today.” His smiles were intoxicating, that combined with him being shirtless, I lost it.

Kyle lightly grabbed my shoulders and pushed my away from his lips, “Brian?” he asked in a manner that meant he was asking what I was doing. “I’m so sorry Kyle, I don’t know what came over me!” How did I let this happen twice in a row, my heart was racing and my mind was blank. “We should get some sleep.” Kyle said after what seemed like forever, but I’m sure was only a few short seconds. Not knowing what to say I just climbed into bed, and turned away from Kyle.

We didn’t speak about what had happened the entire drive home, in fact we didn’t speak much at all, Kyle just sat quietly looking out of the window. I was sure things would change between us when we got back home.

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Coming to my senses I turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. Glancing at the clock I realized I had been in almost 20 minutes, I rushed to get dressed.
As I grew closer too Kyle’s house I started to get more than a little nervous. Would he mention it, or act as if it never happened, and which did I want?

I knew I liked guys, Kyle in particular since I first started middle school. The 2nd day of school we had to change cloths for gym class, I was nervous at first, but it was explained to us on the first day of school that we were starting puberty, or had already started, and we couldn’t go around school all day smelling.

I had changed cloths with, and seen Kyle naked since we were young, we had been friends since preschool, but when I glanced over at him beside me in the locker room, something was different. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, I slowly ran my eyes from his adorable face which always seemed to have a slight smile, down too his smooth chest, and flat stomach, then down to the slight bulge in his tight grey boxer briefs.

He cocked his head sideways at me with a larger smile than he had before, I quickly tried to seem busy hunting something in my locker in the hope he hadn’t noticed where I was looking.
After that day I began to look at Kyle more and more, I don’t even recall ever looking at a girl that way. At times there were other boys who had my attention, but Kyle had more than that, he had my heart. Growing up with him he was just as good as a brother to me, I shared things with him that I would never share with another soul, as did he.
When his aunt passed away unexpectedly our first year in high school I went over too his house to check on him. He hadn’t been too school that day. Her funeral was the day before, he had been rather emotionless, I knew he was sad, he was very close to his aunt.

His parents’ cars weren’t there when I pulled up, I walked in to check if he was there anyway. Practically growing up in this house as much as my own, knocking seemed silly. As I walked up the stairs too Kyle’s room I heard him sobbing loudly. Through a crack in the door I saw him sitting against his headboard his face buried in a pillow which rested on his knees.
I quietly pushed the door open. I walked over and put my arms around him, he didn’t even look up, he just wrapped his arms around me and cried on my shoulder, we stayed that way for almost two hours, never speaking a word until he fell asleep wrapped onto me. I gently lowered him back into bed, without opening his eyes, “Will you stay with me Brian?” I wasn’t sure what he meant at first, but he scooted over to the side of the bed making room for me to lay behind him, “Yeah, sure.” was all I could mutter.
My heart began racing, I wouldn’t dare try anything weird, but that didn’t stop my excitement about being so close to Kyle, in his bed. Just as I though the situation couldn’t be anymore unreal, Kyle reached back and grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his waist holding tightly to my hand.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I heard a sudden noise and looked up to see Kyle walking toward my truck with his usual slight smile. I could feel my heart starting to race again. “Thought you would come inside” Kyle said as he opened the passenger door. “Something wrong?” He asked while fastening his seatbelt. “No, why?” I asked, wishing I hadn’t, “Well, you’ve been out here for almost 15 minutes without coming in.” Shit, that long, I thought to myself. “Oh, sorry, I was on the phone” I quickly lied, “With who?” Kyle asked me looking up suddenly. Oh no, only a handful of people call my phone, and Kyle knew it. Seeming to sense my reluctance to answer the question, “Sorry, none of my business.” he gently punched my shoulder as he usually did when one of us would tease the other.
“Where do you want to have breakfast?” I asked. “Are your parents home?” Kyle said looking out the window as I started the truck. For some reason the way he said it sent chills up my neck “No, they’re at work until late, and then going out for a business party.” I replied trying to sound casual. “Lets go back too your place and make pancakes” Kyle said, looking over at me this time. “Uh, sure.” was the only response I could think of.

When we were younger Kyle and I would make pancakes all the time, alternating between chocolate chip, and blueberry every other day. It seemed kind of odd that he would want to do that today, I wondered if it had anything to do with what happened in the hotel room.
There wasn’t much else said on the drive back too my house. As we pulled into my drive way I managed to ask, “So, what kind of pancakes are we making?” Kyle looked over at me with that charming smile of his, and after a moment responded with “Both.” I couldn’t help but smile, even though I was still nervous as hell. Somehow I still maintained a sense of comfort around Kyle, after all, I had only been in love with him for 6 years.

We headed for my kitchen. I grabbed the pancake mix, and blueberries from the fridge, Kyle dug through the pantry for the chocolate chips, and filled a measuring glass with water. We both grabbed at the same bowl sitting on the counter at the same time, our hands touching one another. I froze, my fingers seemed to be filled with electricity, and I couldn’t move them, or I didn’t want to.
“Oh, sorry.” Kyle said and slowly moved his hand away, gently letting his fingers slide across the top of my hand. My heart was racing again, but he went back to measuring out the water as if everything was normal.
“Hey, can you hand me the spoon?” Kyle asked pointing too my side, I reached out for the spoon, and went to hand it back too him, but the handle hit the measuring glass and the water spilled all over his shirt. “Ahh!” Kyle exclaimed as the cold water soaked the front of his shirt. “Its cold!” he said with that adorable smile I loved so much.
What he did next was unexpected, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and in one fluid motion pulled it off and tossed it on the counter. “That’s better” he said and went back to measuring out the water once again. I couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful body, he wore low rise jeans that hung enticingly low on his hips. His chest and stomach no longer that of the cute 11 year old I had once known, but that of a matured young man.
“Hey” Kyle said slightly loud. “I looked up at him, knowing instantly I had been caught checking him out. I was suddenly very nervous again. “If you don’t hurry, I’ll be done before you!” I looked down, he was done mixing everything, and I hadn’t even started. He didn’t mention me checking him out, even though I’m sure it was absurdly obvious.
“So” Kyle said not looking up at me as he grabbed a pan from the drawer. “So what?” I asked with no particular emotion attached. He chuckled and looked over at me. “What?” I repeated again. “Where do you keep the oil?” he said after a few seconds. I opened the cabinet to me right and reached for the oil, and poured some into the pan.

He handed me the bowl of pancake mix and I began pouring some into the pan. “So” he said again leaning with his back against the counter. “Yeah?” I asked without looking up at him. “First you kiss me in a motel room, then you check me out when I take my shirt off.” This sudden statement dumb founded me and my thumb grazed the hot pan. “Shit!” I exclaimed grasping my thumb with the other hand. Before I could get the water on Kyle jerked my hand away and thrust my thumb in his mouth…

*** After reading some stories here I was inspired to share my own. Please leave me replies, I'll finish if anyone thinks its worth the time. I know I cut it pretty early on this one, but this is my first attempt. Let me know if I'm on the right track.