Secrets 4

Danny left, walking down the street. I was going to watch him until he disappeared behind the corner, but I heard the telephone ringing inside of my house. I went back inside and closed the door. The telephone still rang non-stop, so I went over and answered it.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Sean?” It was Patrick. I was really relieved and excited to hear his voice. 

“Hey,” I said.

“What are you up to right now?” he asked.

“Nothing much.”

“Is it okay if I come over to your house?” He sounded really serious. “There’s somethin’ I need to talk to you about.”

“...Okay. Yeah, you can come over,” I said. I wondered what it was that he wanted to talk to me about. It probably had to deal with what happened when I dried him off that afternoon.

“Good. I’ll be over there in twenty minutes,” he replied.

“Yeah.”

Patrick hung up the phone. I waited until I heard the dial tone before I hung up the phone. I went into the bathroom and took a shower, trying to wash away all the dirtiness and guilt I had experienced with Danny earlier. I was so disappointed in myself for doing what I did. I had set myself up in a trap where I felt like I had to continue to do things with Danny that I really didn’t want to do.

Either twenty minutes went by really fast, or something, because before I knew it, there was a chime at the doorbell. I was still right in the middle of my shower. Quickly, I hopped out, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I sprinted to the front door. “Who is it?”

“It’s me...Patrick.”

I was panicked. “Wait a second, I’m not dressed.”

“Just open the door, Sean.” He sounded really desperate, like he really needed to come inside. I opened the door and Patrick was on the other side. Usually, Patrick looked really happy, but now, he had this sort of dreary expression on his face. He walked inside of the house, walking right past me. There was definitely something wrong with him, and I know it had to do with what between us in his bedroom. It was ironic a little, because he had been dressed only in his towel at his house, and now I was in the same position at my own house. I could only wonder about what was going to happen this time. “I really need to talk to you, Sean.” 

I was really nervous. “About what?”

“About a whole lot of shit.” Patrick looked around the house. “Is anybody here?”
“No. We’re alone.”

“Can we go to your room?” Patrick asked. He looked really nervous himself. But Patrick was already walking in the direction of my bedroom before I even had a chance to answer. I closed the door when we got into my room. Patrick sat down on my bed. His head was pointed down to his feet. There was about a three minute silence between us. Water was still sliding down my body, and I hadn’t forgotten at all that I was naked beneath the thin towel I was wearing. I don’t even know if Patrick realized I was only dressed in a towel or not. Finally, he raised his head and looked me in the eyes. “I broke up with Rose.”

Those words hit me like a cannonball to the chest. I was pretty much speechless. I was part thrilled and part concerned at the same time. “What happened?”

“After you left, she came over...we started talkin’ and then we started arguin’...”

“About what?”

Patrick stared me deeply in the eyes. “About you.”

My heart skipped. “Why? I mean why were you talking about me?”

“She wanted me to stop hangin’ around you. I told her that wasn’t gonna happen. She was basically like, it’s either me or him. I told her you were my best friend. I couldn’t just stop seein’ you. And that made her more mad...she said you was in love with me. But I know that she’s just sayin’ that `cause she’s jealous. Right? You’re not in love with me, right?”

This was the worst situation I could’ve ever been it. I didn’t know whether to tell the truth and say ‘yeah’ and risk ending our friendship, or lie and say ‘no’ and keep this secret inside of me forever. I didn’t know what to say. 

Patrick stood up. He took a step toward me. I didn’t move. “Sean, say somethin’. Are you in love with me?”

“...I don’t know what to say.”

“Me either,” Patrick said. And after saying that, he walked up to me, grabbed me by the back of the head, and forced me onto his lips. I wasn’t believing what was happening. I was kissing Patrick. It was too surreal for me to believe it was really happening. It took me a while to realize that I really was awake, and that this was happening, and that Patrick really was kissing me tenderly, caressing my face with his hands, sliding his tongue against mine. This was really happening. 

Twelve years of knowing Patrick, of being secretly in love with him, and now I was finally doing what I had always fantasized doing with him. And it was perfect - bizarre and unexpected - but perfect. I relaxed in Patrick’s arms, in his hold and kissed him with real passion. It was the best experience I’d ever felt in my life. I never wanted to stop kissing Patrick. I couldn’t believe that something I had always wanted for so long was finally happening, and it was better than I imagined. Finally, Patrick broke away from me slowly, opening his eyes. He stared at me deeply. “Don’t ask me why I did that,” he said softly.

“I wasn’t going to,” I whispered. 

Patrick kissed me again, deeper this time, with more energy and passion. My dick started to quickly harden inside of the towel. With one hand, Patrick pulled off the towel, and I was standing before him naked and vulnerable. But I felt safe with him. I really never felt so safe about anything before in my life. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I said.

“I know,” Patrick said. 

Patrick pulled me onto the bed with him and we continued kissing without stopping. I was ecstatic. But somewhere in the back of my mind I was thinking “This is too good to be true. Something bad must be coming soon."

To be continued...