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Chapter 6
I burrowed deeper into the blankets and groaned when the warmth that had been pressed up against me disappeared.
When I got into a comfortable position I curled up into a ball fully prepared to jump head first into deeper sleep but the sound of something hitting the floor and then the string of curses that followed pulled me out of my sleep induced comfort.
My eyes flew open and I sat up on the bed. When I saw his naked frame wandering around the room, everything came back to me in a flash; the wonderful night I’d had, the heart stopping sex. It had about a hundred times better than I had imagined it would be.
Who knew the intimacy between mates could be so…intense, but the best part of my night had to be the things he’d said to me and I knew that despite being drunk he had meant every word; If I was certain of nothing else I was certain of that.
Which is what caused the huge grin on my face at the moment as I watched him gather up his clothes while at the same time pressing one hand to his head; he had a hangover.
He still hadn’t realized I was awake and so I took pleasure in watching him for a few seconds more. He was stark naked and from where I sat I could make out the hickies the pretty much bathed his body; that made my grin pretty much expand; it felt like I had marked him somehow; marked him as mine and it was a great feeling. While he hurriedly gathered pieces of clothing he kept running clumsily into things and so every now and then he’d mutter a frustrated curse.
“I almost afraid to ask what you’re doing.” I said with a grin, then watched as he froze where he stood, then turned around slowly. It was his facial expression in that moment that caused my grin to slip and then leave my face completely. His eyes were wide with…fright?
He stood there looking like a deer caught in the headlights. He looked almost like he’d just had a nightmare the way he was staring at me without uttering a single word.
“Grady? Everything okay dude?” I asked uncertainly.
He stood silently staring at me for a seconds then he cleared his throat and started in a shaky voice; “W-what happened last night?” he looked like he didn’t really even want to hear the answer the way he stepped back with his eyes still wide.
My brows forrowed. “You don’t remember?”
“I-I remember…parts..somethings but…” he said looking positively uncomfortable.
“Like what?” I pushed. I needed to know he remembered. I couldn’t be the only one who held the memories of such a wonderful night.
“I remember…” he took a deep breath then continued “I don’t know just tell me.” He pleaded. It was then that I realized he wouldn’t be happy about what we had done, this was Grady he was still homophobic, he was still straight.
I didn’t know why I even harbored any fantasies that this would change things for the better. The things he had said to me as we had sex whirled around in my mind…he had meant them, I knew he meant them even if he probably only had sex with me because he was drunk and so I found myself going out on a limb just to see how it would play out.
“We had sex.” I said simply then watched his expression which went from scared to horrified, disgusted, angry, uncertain and then right back to fearful.
“Shit, we…” it’s like he couldn’t even go on. He bent down to take up his boots then turned and it finally dawned on me why he had been gathering his clothes in the first place; he was going to leave, just like that. He was running scared!
“Grady wait!” I called out when he reached the door, but he didn’t stop and I jumped from the bed and ran after him. His hangover seemed to be slowing him down however so I caught up with him in no time and grabbed his hand, pulling him to a stop. He spun around dragging his arm from mine as if it had been burned and I felt a flash of hurt at his actions.
“Where you going, don’t you think we should talk about this?” I asked, moving to stand in front of him so his path of escape was blocked. “Grady we had-“ I started only to be cut off.
His once fearful expression turned cold, his mouth tightened and his eyes narrowed “It’s not worth mentioning again…we were drunk, we did some crazy shit, that’s all.” He gritted out then tried to get around me but I grabbed his arm.
I was done playing around, done hiding my feelings especially since I knew he felt the same way…maybe not to the extent that I felt them but he felt something, those words he had uttered to me and the emotion he had displayed when he’d said them couldn’t be faked. He felt something and I was going to prove it.
“Grady do you even know the things you said to me last night? The things we-“ I started again.
“No! Just shut up I said we were drunk, that’s what you do when you’re drunk you say and do crazy shit! we made a mistake just drop it!” he shouted then moved to brush pass me.
“I wasn’t drunk Grady, whatever I did, I wanted to do it and so did you.” I said then grabbed his arm gain, causing him to drop the things he held and turned him around to face me.
He struggled as I held both his upper arms in a death grip but I didn’t care I would show him that I was right, that he felt something and so I lowered my head and captured his lips with mine. The instant they touched, his struggling ceased and I felt the heat build up inside me, the warmth spread through my veins and the vibrations glide up my spine. I reveled in the feel of our bodies pressed together and our lips locked.
My heart soared as he kissed me back; seemingly forgetting his earlier anger and I deepened it, wanting more from him. I couldn’t believe I had gone without this for so long. His lips were soft and supple beneath my own and all I could think about was how right this felt, how right he felt.
My hand slid from his arm to his waist and I felt him shiver in response to my touch, reminding me that we both stood there naked and kissing; naked and touching. I groaned when I felt him pulling me closer but upon hearing it he stiffened in my arms and the magic was lost. He wrenched himself away from me so that he stood at a small distance away panting and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
“Grady…” I said taking a step forward.
“Stop!” he exclaimed even going as far as to put out a hand as if to ward me off, but I didn’t back down, I walked over to him and put out my hand to grab his arm again, I’d get him to accept this…once and for all no more waiting. But before I could even touch him, he clenched his fist and swung and I felt the pain erupt from my chin straight up to my hairline as he slammed his fist into my face. I fell onto one knee, my face in my hand as I blinked trying to expel the dizziness.
“I’m not a fucking queer!” he shouted, then bent down to pick up his discarded clothes from the ground.
“Grady, I know it’s hard to accept but-” I started, pushing to my feet, my hand still pressed to the side of my face.
“Bullshit! Fuck you Thomas!” he gritted out and then in no time he was down the stairs and out the door.
I walked the short distance and sat on the top of the stair case, my head bowed as I listened to his car start up and then he was gone.
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“So he just punched you and ran out? Just like that?”Laken asked, his brows furrowed in concern.
“Yeah pretty much.” I muttered, adjusting the icepack over my left eye.
We were sitting in Carson’s family room talking about the events of my morning. Carson sat on the floor, game controller in hand, but he’d paused the game and was looking over at us, listening intently. Laken sat by my side, his legs curled in the chair and his eyes on me.
“Are you sure he feels the same way though, do you think maybe he was just saying things? He was drunk after all.” Laken said to me in a soft tone.
“He told me he loved me and that he’d been waiting a long time for us to…you know…” I trailed off.
“Yeah but that could be…”
“And then he told me he wished it could be different, that we could be together without anyone judging…” I quickly went on.
“Wow he said all that while you guys were having sex?” Carson asked and I blushed.
“He can get a little emotional when he’s drunk…and anyway those are just a few of the things he said, he basically poured out his heart to me guys, he wasn’t just saying a buncha random shit, trust me.” I explained, hoping they could understand. “And he kissed me back when I kissed him this morning, what does that tell you?” I said again.
“Well I guess you have a point, but it’s obvious he doesn’t accept it, I mean he’s been a homophobe pretty much all his life right? It’s not gonna be easy for him to just switch teams.” Laken said wisely and I nodded.
“Grady’s stubborn as hell, how’re you gonna get him to accept it?’ Carson asked, one eyebrow raised in question.
“Well that’s why I’m here, you guys have any advice?” I asked, hopeful, then watched as Laken and Carson glanced at each other then back at me.
“Yeah, cover your face next time he takes a swing at you.” Carson said, then turned back to his game and Laken gave me a helpless shrug.
Yeah, Grady might be easy to figure out but this situation wasn’t gonna be easy. I sighed, and slumped further into the couch.
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~Grady’s POV~
I’d had sex with my best friend, I’d had sex with Thomas, Thomas; a guy.
My hands clenched the steering wheel in a death grip and I fought to make my breathing normal as thoughts of last night assaulted me and if I didn’t want to believe it, the throbbing in my ass which caused me to have to shift frequently in the seat pretty much confirmed it.
I found myself pulling over to the side of the road a few minutes later. I turned off the engine and dropped my head onto the steering wheel. I’d had sex with Thomas and I’d liked it.
I knew for a fact that I was wasted last night so how could I remember it? Every single embarrassing detail was lodged in my brain and no matter how much I tried to forget it, it wouldn’t go away. The things I’d said! The things I’d done!
I groaned out loud and banged my head against the steering wheel, my face flaming. I’d woken up this morning with a throbbing headache and the wonderful feeling of being wrapped in his arms. I had felt safe and happy but then everything came drifting back, I wasn’t supposed to be feeling these things, he was a guy, my best friend.
My best friend who claimed he hadn’t been drunk last night, who had admitted to wanting to do the things we’d done. Who had kissed me with such intensity this morning that it had left my head spinning. My best friend who I’d had a major thing for ever since my eighteenth birthday, whose image I jerked off to every morning before I did anything else.
I’d had sex with my best friend; who was a guy.
I couldn’t get over that, I wouldn’t and I couldn’t help wondering if maybe Thomas was gay, but he couldn’t be! He was Thomas, one of the most popular guys in school, captain of the soccer team, lady magnet….but not the ladies man I surmised.
Now that I really thought about it I realized I’d never seen Thomas with a girl, yeah he’d spoken to girls, hung out with girls but he never talked about being with them, never spent the night with any but for whatever reason that hadn’t struck me as odd.
I was just so used to it that it had seemed completely normal and when he’d told me about his werewolf situation, with finding a mate and everything, it had lead me to believe that maybe that’s who he was waiting for; a mate. But after last night and after the things he’d said this morning, it was obvious to me that he was gay, what else could it be?
My heart pounded in my chest at the realization; I didn’t want him to be gay, I just wanted him to be Thomas, the guy I’d known practically all my life; the guy who had my back every step of the way, I didn’t want him to be gay and I didn’t want to have these feelings for him.
Then I thought of something else…if he was gay then all the things I’d been saying about gays over the years must have affected him in some way right? And that made me feel like an even bigger dick.
But then maybe he wasn’t gay, maybe he was just like me, maybe he just woke up one day and had feelings for me and last night he just couldn’t help himself. Yeah that seemed more like it, we were just going through something, heck maybe everybody went through this kind of thing but for obvious reasons they kept it to themselves.
Maybe…maybe all we had to do to get rid of the feelings was to just maybe…do it again, get it out of our systems so we could move on. But the thought didn’t particularly make me feel much better, I had a feeling that doing it again would only make things worse because we’d done it last night and instead of feeling back to normal, my lust only seemed to intensify and the raging boner between my legs could testify to that!
“God what do I do!” I shouted in frustration.
I couldn’t lose my best friend over this, I couldn’t. We’d just pretend it never happened then. I’d hang out with him just the same and we’d just put it behind us, it was the best way and I was sure that when Thomas had time to think it through he’d agree it was just a mistake, and we’d move on from there.
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~Thomas’ POV~
“So where is he now?” Laken asked, his head now resting on Carson’s shoulder, as he sat on the carpet beside him.
I dragged my free hand through my hair and sighed, “I don’t know, knowing Grady he’s probably off drinking or something. I’m not even gonna call him, maybe he needs space to think about all this. Then maybe he’ll come around.” I said, uncertain but optimistic.
“Dude if he really has feelings for you like you say then I’m guessing he’s had them for awhile, which means he’s had enough time to think it through, more space won’t do him any good, I say you go find him and sort this all out before it’s too late.” Carson said confidently.
“Yeah maybe you’re right.” I muttered, the stood, “Thanks guys.” I told them then left to go find the guy who was bent on turning my life upside down.
Thirty minutes later I still couldn’t get through to him after calling his phone for what felt like the hundredth time. I slammed my cell down onto the kitchen counter. I had no idea where he was and if he ended up doing something stupid that got himself hurt I don’t know how I would manage. I didn’t even know why I was saying the word ‘if’…he would definitely do something stupid.
I bit my lip and thought hard, where would he go if he was upset? And that’s where I had the problem because usually when he was upset of pissed off he came to my place and we drank or played games. We’d never been mad at each other before so I had no idea where to even look.
I grabbed my keys and phone off the counter, I’d check to see if he was at his house I decided, but just before I reached the front door it swung open and the guy who I had spent the better half of the morning worrying about came strolling through the door.
He brushed pass me and made his way into the kitchen and I followed behind him, surprised that he’d actually come back. I watched as he deposited a six pack on the counter.
“What’re doing?” I asked, not really sure what was going on here but hoping his coming back meant what I thought it meant.
“Oh I got beer, we were out.” He said simply, looking at me but not quite meeting my eyes.
“Yeah I can see that, but…dude you ran outta here so fast this morning it made my head spin and now…” I started but he cut me off as usual
“Yeah well, everything pretty much came as a shock to me this morning so I had to go to clear my head…oh and sorry about your face.” He said with a smirk and I watched as he moved around me fully prepared to go up the stairs.
“So everything’s good now? Just like that?” I asked a bit uncertain.
“Yeah pretty much.” He answered with a shrug.
“So what now?” I asked again, my heart going a hundred miles an hour, I couldn’t believe this was happening he was okay with it!
“Whad’ya mean?” he asked again, this time meeting my eyes briefly before his gaze shifted away again.
“About last night Grady, what happens now?” I said again.
“Oh I’m cool with that dude, we just won the game, emotions were high, we were just blowing off steam, but it’s cool now, it was a mistake so let’s just put it behind us.” He said then took another step away from me, planning to go up the stairs.
My eyes narrowed, “You really believe that shit you’re spitting?” I said, angry that he was fine with just completely disregarding what had happened between us, as if it didn’t even matter, as if it was just something common and easily forgotten.
He shook his head, “Look Thomas, I’m not gonna get into this again okay, I’m willing to put this behind me and you should too, because it doesn’t change a thing, it was a mistake so just drop it.” He said again, but the fact that he still refused to meet my eyes told me all I needed to know.
“The hell I will.” I said and reached out to grab his arm, pulling him closer.
“Dude, what’s your prob-”he started.
“I’ve waited too long for this to happen for you to just ‘put it behind you’, I know you feel something and I’ll prove it.” I said harshly, my hand still gripping his arm. I pulled him even closer until our bodies were practically pressed together then proceeded move my face closer to his.
AUTHOR’S NOTES
OKAY GONNA WRITE CHAP SEVEN NOW AND TRY TO UPLOAD IT TONIGHT GUYS…ALSO IF I DIDN’T REPLY TO YOUR COMMENT..MY BAD BUT I’VE READ THEM ALL THROUGH MY EMAIL AND I PROMISE TO RESPOND..I’VE JUST BEEN REALLY BUSY. GOTTA TELL YA THOUGH I REALLY APPRECIATE ALL YOUR MESSAGES AND COMMENTS, YOU GUYS ARE ALL SO SWEET AND YOU NEVER FAIL TO MAKE MY DAY SO THANKS TO ALL MY LONGTIME FANS AND MY NEW FANS YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING AND I WANNA START UP THE SHOUTOUTS AGAIN…HOPEFULLY ON THE NEXT CHAPTER BECAUSE MANY OF YOU SEND ME MESSAGES OR WRITE COMMENTS THAT JUST MAKES ME LAUGH OR SMILE AND YOU ALL DESERVE TO ACKNOWLEDGED..<3 <3
ENJOY THIS CHAPTER AND THANKS AGAIN FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!
OH BTW..ANYBODY KNOW ANY GOOD ROMANCE MOVIES OUT THERE?? I’M DYING TO WATCH ONE!!!! Doesn’t matter what year it came out!
-DoUbLe.A
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