Memories

I leaned over, feeling the moistness of his lips as I rubbed mine against his. I kissed him as if it was the last thing anyone would ever do and he stopped resisting, before lifting his hand up and stroking my cheek. I peeked one eye open to see him staring directly at me, not breaking eye contact throughout the whole time. I was lost in his eyes, those deep brown pools that sucked you in before giving you the feeling of being probed, and having the deepest corners of your soul looked into.

“Hey! Earth to Simon. You there, mate?”

His smooth voice brought me back to reality when I realised I had been staring at him for a while, when we were meant to be finishing our Biology project. I muttered a quiet “sorry” and looked back down at the desk blushing, now thoroughly embarrassed.

“So... what now?” Vincent asked with his velvety, heart-warming baritone voice.

“Er... I-I... Er...” I stuttered, nervous as anything. I couldn’t believe that our teacher had actually put me with this buff, toned hunk. He was top of our year, excelling in all his ventures, both getting top marks all the time in exams, and also being captain of the soccer team and having regional titles in swimming.

Unlike Vincent, I was nothing. I barely had any muscles, retained only by the necessary physical activity we had to do at school and the fast metabolism that I was – thankfully – born with. I never was very active, and I usually spent all my time at home by myself, reading quietly or sitting on my computer, talking to the few friends I had on the gay chat room I escaped to when feeling let down or alone.

The bell rang. Students around me started packing up and filing out the door. Vincent gave me a coy smile just as he walked out the door, and just as he walked out the door;
“So I’ll see you at eight.”

Before I could get a word in, he was out the door and on his way. I panicked. Why was he seeing me at eight? What for?

7:30 rolled around and my parents had just gone out for dinner when I remembered that Vincent would be there soon. I rushed around, trying to make the house as clean and presentable for the guest as possible. With just ten minutes to go, I leapt into the shower but got lost in my thoughts, only being woken up when the ringing of the doorbell brought me out of my daydreams.
I quickly got out of the shower and dried off, running to the door with just a towel around my waist, forgetting that it was Vincent waiting at the door. I opened the door and it rushed to me suddenly who he was and why he was here. He smiled as I opened the door and stunned me a little when he gave me a friendly hug, before pulling back when he noticed that I was wet and half-naked.

“Did I interrupt something there, bud?” he laughed.

“Actually, I was just getting out of the shower” I replied both embarrassed and undignified at the same time.

“Well you can go finish off what you were you doing, whatever it is, and I’ll get myself a drink from your fridge and wait for you here,” he suggested.

“I wasn’t doing anything!” I told him, going back to the bathroom, leaving him to his own devices.

I came out from my bathroom to find him lying on my bed, casually looking around my room.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” I asked indignantly.

“Well I told you I was coming over” he responded.

“Yeah, but you never told me why!” I exclaimed.

“To study for our mid-terms, of course.”

“Since when? You’ve never paid any attention to me until now.”

“Well I needed help studying, and you’re the man for the job.”

“WHY though?”

“Well you’re smart and... you... know what you’re doing...” he trailed off, seemingly unsure of how
to answer the question.

“Whatever. Let’s just get this over and done with.” I sighed, pulling out my textbooks from my bag and lying on the bed.

The study passed quickly, as boring as it may have been, and before long we were taking a short TV break to make up for the couple of hours of study we had done so far. I constantly sneaked several looks at him while watching, and I was surprised on one of my peeks to find him staring directly at me.
I simply looked back into his eyes and we sat there for a while, simply staring at each other and enjoying the moments.

He shifted slightly closer.

The door opened and my parents walked in, with my mom loudly proclaiming,

“WE’RE HOM- Oh?” upon noticing Vincent.

“Well who is this, Simon?” queried my father.

“I’m Vincent. Vincent Hardy,” was the answer as Vincent stood up and shook his hand.

“I’m here to help Simon study for our midterms, I hope you don’t mind.”

“No not at all,” came the warm reply.

“I was actually helping Vincent myself, but nobody seems to care about that...” I grumbled under my breath.

“What was that, son?” Dad talking.

“Oh-? No, don’t worry. It’s nothing.”

“Okay then. We’re just going to head to bed, it was a tiring night.”

“Goodnight Dad.”

“Night, Son.” And with that, my parents walked off to bed, and Vincent followed me into my room to
pick up his stuff.

Once we had all his gear ready for him to leave, we were left standing awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something.

“Well... Bye I guess...” and with that, he gave me a goodbye hug, which I found rather forward, as enjoyable as it may have been.
He held the hug for a long time, and after a while, started rubbing his hand up and down my back.
I broke the hug.

“I... I’m not... I- I just can’t, okay?” I told him.

“I uh...” he was completely embarrassed and acting very sheepishly.

“No, it’s not your fault! I do like you it’s just...”

“It’s just what?”

“Not again...” I sighed. He left shortly, sensing I needed my peace, even though it was probably the last thing I needed to be alone.

But I only found that out later.