Chapter 6 #2
“I know I shouldn’t have done that, but it felt really fucking good,” he says. “Are you okay though? What he said—”
“I’ll be fine,” I interrupt, “right now we need to focus on getting out of here, who knows how many friends Kyle has in there to come after us.”
He nods in agreement. “Good point, let’s go.”
We hurry back to campus, barely talking as we go, only stopping once we’re safe in our room. Stephen sits on his bed, head in his hands; he’s whispering but the words make no sense to me. I grab some ice from our mini fridge and wrap it in a towel before sitting next to him.
“Here, for your hand.”
“Oh, thanks,” he says, holding it to his knuckles.
I nudge him playfully. “Shouldn’t you be looking after your hands, aren’t they insured like other pro-athletes?”
“Not yet,” he chuckles, “maybe I should though if I’m going to start punching people. Shit, I really shouldn’t have done that, if he reports it, it might go on my record.”
“Kyle would be stupid to report it, there were so many witnesses there who heard what he said, he won’t come off in a good light.”
“Yeah, maybe, it was still stupid though.”
“Stupid as it was… thank you. It means a lot that you stood up for me like that.”
“Anytime.” He nudges me back and smiles.
“I don’t know what I did to make him so angry,” I say. “After that one interaction we had, did it really warrant him calling me out like that?”
“He wasn’t calling you out, he was being an asshole and spouting bullshit. He thinks he’s god’s gift to guys and I doubt he’s been rejected before, he’s bitter.”
“I’d hardly call what happened a rejection, more like I panicked and ran.”
“To Kyle that will be a rejection,” he says. “He needs to be in control, and not in a good way.”
“Hmm, even so, I’m not thrilled about the fact that loads of people heard I’m a virgin. I mean, technically I’m not, I had sex with a girl once… but I guess I am when it comes to guys.”
“Donovan, no one in there would have given a shit either way. Virginity is a social construct, the entire rhetoric around it is bullshit.”
I can’t help but laugh. “You just sounded so much like Beth, that’s exactly something she would say.”
“Sounds like a smart girl,” he says.
“Yeah,” I chuckle.
We sit quietly for a moment; he removes the ice from his hand and wriggles his fingers before forming a fist, testing out the movements.
“All okay?” I ask.
He nods. “Zero damage, it’s safe to say that Kyle has a really weak nose. Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I nod, “just annoyed at myself.”
“Why?”
“I hate that my first guy kiss was with him; I don’t want to ever think about him again, but he’ll always be my first.”
“You don’t have to count it; you can have a proper first kiss on your own terms.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I say, “I just have to find someone who wants to kiss me…”
“I want to kiss you…” Stephen whispers.
His voice was so soft I worry I misheard him, or it was my imagination playing tricks on me.
“What did you say?”
“I want to kiss you. Fuck, Donovan, I wish I could kiss you.”
My heart skips a beat, and I finally understand that saying, that feeling of my heart losing rhythm in my chest. I’m holding my breath, not wanting to breathe and scare the moment away.
“Why can’t you?”
“Donovan.” Pain is written across his face, like this is physically hurting him.
“I can’t give you a real relationship, if anything were to ever happen between us, I’d need to keep it quiet.
You deserve more than being someone’s secret, I can’t ask that of you, not when you’ve finally got the opportunity to be out. ”
I’m hearing his words, but all my brain is focusing on is the fact that he wants to kiss me.
“Can you kiss me anyway?” I ask.
His breath hitches. “Don’t look at me like that, I won’t be able to say no.”
“Please, Stephen… I want you to kiss me.”
He hesitates for a moment, his gaze darting between my eyes and lips.
“Fuck it,” he murmurs. He cups my face with his hands and brings our foreheads together, our breath mingling. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes,” I whisper, “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
His lips brush mine in a chaste kiss, so soft and gentle, before he claims them fully.
He slowly glides his tongue along my lips and I open for him, enjoying the moan he makes when he tastes me.
I’m surrounded by his scent, and the feel of his hands as they caress my cheek and into my hair.
Sensations are running all through my body and my dick is hardening as the kiss deepens.
He pulls back, leaving a few more chaste kisses in his wake before pressing our foreheads together again.
“How was that for a first kiss?” he whispers.
The fact that I’m still reeling from it and can’t even form an answer must tell him all he needs to know.
He lets out a soft chuckle. “We should probably get some sleep; it’s been an eventful night.”
“Okay,” I say, grateful I can at least say something.
He’s still holding my face and leaning into me. “Good night, Donovan.”
“Good night,” I say softly, before he gives me one final chaste kiss and lets me go.