“Billy, dude, what happened?” He asks pulling me into the front room.
“I got into a fight with Benji,” I say, throwing myself onto the faded couch he has against the far wall.
“He found out something about me that I really didn’t want him to know, and was asking me about it, and I got defensive and mad and I started yelling at him. The next thing I knew I accidentally let slip that I’m in love with him.”
“You did!” He looks surprised but happy, “good for you! And what did Benji say? He didn’t know your gay did he?” He walks over to me and sits down on my right, pulling his long legs up onto the couch with him.
“No he didn’t. And he didn’t say anything, I left before he could try and talk to me again.” Jere sighs, annoyed with me.
“Billy, you can’t keep running from this. You need to talk to him. Now.” He gets up and walks over to the door. Opening it he tells me to get my ass in my car and go fix things with Benji.
Reluctantly I get up and head out the door and get into my Honda, heading back home, only this time I go a hell of a lot slower.
When I get back home I notice that everyone’s gone. Both Joel and Paul’s cars are missing, only Benji’s truck is still here, parked at the curb. I pull up in the driveway, and shut off the engine, slowly making my way back up to the house.
As I’m searching my pockets for my key, the door swings open, and Benji is standing there. “I need to talk to you.” I don’t answer him instead; I look at my feet and wait for him to move so I can step inside.
When he finally does move, I walk into the living room and look up. The first things I notice are the candles. There everywhere, and there are rose petals scattered all around. I turn to look at Benji and he’s just standing there, smiling at me.
He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the couch, and when we’re both sitting down, I ask him what’s going on. “Well,” he says, “you left so quickly that I didn’t have time to talk to you. What I wanted to say was that I love you Billy. I always have, and I always will. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before, I was just scared.”
He’s crying now, not bothering to hide it from me. Reaching up I wipe away his tears. “You don’t have to be scared Benji. I love you too.” He smiles again, and pulls me closer to him so that our legs are touching, and his arm is around me, holding me tightly against his larger form.
“I know you do.” He’s looking straight into my eyes, and I can tell he’s being honest. It’s still hard for me to believe that he could ever love me, but when he presses his lips to mine I forget all of that. I forget all of my doubts, my insecurities, my fears, and just focus on the feel of his tongue at my lips.
I open my mouth and meet his tongue with mine, wrestling for space in my mouth. After a few minutes we part, our breath coming out in short pants, our lips swollen and red, tender from all the kissing. He moves his mouth to my neck, sucking and biting at the skin there; he’s going to leave a mark. He moves back up to my mouth and lightly kisses me, and in between short pecks to my lips, he whispers that he loves me again. I pull away just enough so that I can gently bite his earlobe, and whisper, “I love you too.”
We stay on the couch for a while just holding each other, occasionally sneaking kisses, until he says that we should probably get up before Joel and Paul get back. So we finally move away from each other and stand up off of the couch, before going around the room and blowing out all of the candles. When we’re done we head up the stairs, pausing in front of his bedroom door. I kiss him one last time before heading to my own room, but as soon as I get there I hear Benji calling me. “Hey Billy?”
I turn around and smile, “yeah Benj?”
“Will you stay with me tonight?” He asks, blushing.
“Sure.” I turn around and walk back to his room, and he opens the door, pushing me inside. As soon as the door is closed and locked, we’re kissing. Hot, heavy, passionate kisses that leave me gasping for breath and begging for more. Pretty soon Benji’s got my shirt off, and I’m working at his, only he wont stop kissing me so I can lift it over his head. When I finally do get if off, we’ve moved to the bed and he’s working at my jeans. Just as he’s gotten them off, we hear the front door slam, and Joel and Paul talking loudly about some movie they went and saw. Damn them.
Benji just gives me a small smile, and says, “We’ll do this another time?” I just laugh and nod kissing him one last time before closing my eyes and cuddling up next to him, letting sleep claim me.