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“Go without me,” he grumbles. “I’m not hungry.”
“Nope,” I say, and then I reach under the covers and scoop him into my arms. He gasps and flails, making me almost drop him, but I grip him tightly and hold him to my chest, his arms coming around my neck.
“Put me down,” he orders, his eyes wide, his breathing heavy. He seems flustered, which is odd. I’d thought he’d be more pissed.
“You gonna do as you’re told and get ready?” I ask, smirking at him.
He glares at me. “You know you aren’t the boss of me?” I grin, then press a kiss to his cheek and set him on his feet. He stares at me for a moment and I wish I knew what he was thinking because the look on his face seems to be one of utter confusion.
“Rise and shine,” I say as I head for the door.
He grumbles and starts rummaging through the dresser. I chuckle as I close the door behind me.
We go to a local mom and pop place for breakfast and it’s delicious. I don’t think I’ve had waffles this good in my entire life and I inhale them. The coffee is amazing too.
We lay on the beach for a while afterwards, soaking up the sun. Since it’s January in Florida it’s a little too chilly to be in the water, at least for me. I’m not much for jumping in the waves as much as I am for looking at them, so I just sit back and relax, dressed in a tank and shorts. Wesley is part fish so he spends a good amount of time in the waves, swimming and surfing, andI just watch him and smile. He’s incredible out there. And it’s been too long since I got to ogle him in a wetsuit. It’s a good thing I jerked off this morning, or I’d be sporting a very good sized boner right about now. As it is my cock is twitching at the sight of his slender body and his wet curls, and the way he holds himself on his surfboard, the wetsuit clinging to him, showing off his perfect ass and those gorgeous thighs.
Derick is out there with him and he’s pretty good, too. They grew up together doing this. Them and their sister, April. It was never my thing but I always enjoyed watching them.
“Enjoying yourself?” Macy asks, plopping down next to me and taking a bite out of a big red apple. She’s dressed in jeans and a tank top. Her long brown hair is in a braid and she’s got a sunhat perched on top of her head. Apparently she’s more level-headed like me and doesn’t plan on freezing her nubs off in the water either.
“Yeah,” I say, giving her a smile. “You?”
She nods. “They’re fun to watch, huh?” she says, motioning to Wes and Derick.
“Yeah,” I say. “Not your thing?”
“Let’s just say I’ll go surfing the day Derick gets a tattoo,” she says with a grin, and I chuckle.
“You and Wes make a cute couple, you know?” she says, and I almost flinch. Then she speaks again and I have to pretend to cough in order to hide my scoff. “I can see how much you care about each other.” I know how I feel about Wesley, but him having feelings for me? Yeah, no. I guess he’s just been putting on a really good show. It makes me a little sick, honestly, to think of how we’re lying to everyone on this trip. More than a little sick really, if I think about it too much. So I try not to. “You guys have known each other since you were kids?”
“Yeah,” I reply. “Since we were eight. We grew up across the street from each other.”
“Ahh, that’s so adorable. And you were friends for a long time before you started dating?”
I smile. “Yeah. I was the jock. He was the music nerd and on the swim team. We were inseparable. Even when we didn’t have the same classes we’d hang out every day after school. I remember us begging our parents to get us phones so we could communicate with each other during the day. They told us no phones until junior high but I nagged my mom incessantly. I missed Wes like crazy if even a day went by where I didn’t get to see him. It was realizing that I had feelings for him that weren’t strictly platonic that made me realize I was gay.”
Macy smiles at me. “That sounds like the perfect love story,” she says, and I wish it were. But love stories have happy endings, and ours doesn’t. Life doesn’t always turn out the way you want it to, or think it should when you are young.
I sigh as I look at Wesley and think back to when I’d realized I liked him as more than a friend. It had hit me like a Mac truck. And the thing was, it hadn’t scared me at all. I’d just run with it. Because he made me happy. More than anyone or anything in the world.
COOPER - 12 YEARS AGO
I close my algebra textbook and sigh. Finally. I don’t mind math but I feel like I’ve been swamped with homework lately, and between that and football I’ve hardly seen Wes, and I miss him like crazy. We only have one class together this semester and sitting next to each other and not being able to talk isn’t exactly the same thing as hanging out. It’s nine o’clock but I have to see him. He has a swim meet this weekend so I won’t get to hang out with him for a while if I don’t see him tonight.
I don’t bother texting him because I’m coming over whether he wants me to or not. I just head downstairs and slide my shoes on, then let my mom know I’ll be back in an hour and head across the street to the two-story, white Spanish-style home. I let myself in and head up the stairs to Wes’ room. The door is slightly open and I can hear him strumming on his guitar. A smile splits my face as I peek my head in and see him sitting on the floor with his back to the bed. He’s dressed in a white tank top, his purple boxers with pink hippos on them that I’ve seen dozens of times and always make me laugh, and socks. Then he starts to sing, and my chest tightens, because his voice is incredible and he looks so stinking cute. I’m pretty sure I’m in love.
Fuck. My heart stutters and I rub my chest.
I knock on his door softly and his eyes shoot open. I chuckle slightly as he gasps. “Sorry,” I say. “Can I come in?”
“Of course.” He swallows. “I didn’t know you were there.” When he runs his fingers through his blonde curls and his cheeks flush, I go from pretty sure, to certain. I’m definitely in love. With my best friend. And if the way he’s reacting to my impromptu visit is anything to go by, I’m thinking he might feel the same way about me.
“You sounded good,” I say, sitting next to him, as close as I can, our legs brushing up against each other. I wish I was wearing shorts so I could feel his skin against mine, but no, I had to be a dumbass and put on jeans today. He doesn’t move away and I catch his cheeks reddening even more. My heart starts to beat faster, and when I catch the scent of him fresh out of the shower and a shiver races down my spine, I know Wes is more to me than just my best friend. Only thing is, I don’t know what to do about it.
“Wanna stay over?” he asks, turning his head to look at me, and I find myself glancing at his lips. Fuck. I want to kiss him.But I don’t. It’s too soon. I don’t want to scare him off or make assumptions. I need to take things slow. Especially if he’s going away for the weekend. Now’s not the time.
“Sure.”
