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*Jessie’s POV*
I sat up slowly, clutching my head and digging my nails in. God I had a killer headache, not to mention I felt like throwing up. What happened last night? Where was I again? I looked around through silted eye’s to discover myself in Tristan’s room. I was wearing only boxers.
After a moment of my mouth lolling open in pure horror, Tristan strode in. I didn’t even stop to think for a second, the words just jumped form my mouth. “Did we have sex?!!?!”
Tristan jolts a little, startled by my raw voice suddenly loud and demanding. He looks at me for a second, the blanket wrapped tightly around me. “No. Why?” he asks confused.
“Umm. I’m in your bed naked!” I shout, a little to loud. He wince’s.
“God Jessie, I wouldn’t have sex with you well you were under the influence. That’s pretty much rape.” he give’s me a grim look, then adds sarcastically “Glad to see you trust me so much though. Thanks”
I sigh, my bubble of fear popping just like that. “Sorry.. It’s just.. Why am I naked?
“Well I wasn’t going to have you sleeping in jeans” he retorted
“So you stripped me?!” I squeal embarrassed
“No, Vanessa wouldn’t let me. She did it herself” he says enviously.
I practically choke. I needed a topic change. NOW.
“What happened last night?” I wonder out loud.
He raise’s an eyebrow. “What do you remember?”
“Nothing” I admit.
He looks away for a moment, and I picture the gears turning in his head. He’s calculating, deciding what to tell me and what to leave out. I clear my throat in annoyance and impatience. He merely glance’s at me, then seems to make up his mind.
“Last night you snuck out to go to Josh’s party. I don’t know what happened until I got there, but you and Josh were making out when I found you. You were big time high to” I shudder, but he goes on “I got pissed seeing you suck face with such a douche, so I pulled you off him and ended up punching him in the face.”
“Oh my god, are you okay!?” forgetting about my mostly naked body I jump out of bed and capture his face, turning it both ways for proper inspection. I can’t find any injuries though..
“What happened next?” I ask, blushing slightly as I remember my indecency. It’s hard to forget with Tristan’s eye’s greedily taking me all in, wetting his lips with his tongue as if I were something he really wanted to eat. Okay, that last part sounds way to dirty.
“I took you outside and drove you home” he shrugs, not done checking me out.
“No wait….” I trail off
“What?” he asks, his eye’s going back to my own.
“You….You kissed me” I admit shyly.
“Y-Yeah W-we-Well I-it was a Mistake” he stuttered, caught of guard that I remembered.
“No it wasn’t” I reply, and drat forward, catching his bottom lip between mine. He tense’s all over.
I pull back quickly, before he can trap me in the kiss. His eye’s burn with desire and annoyance at my all to fast kiss. He seems to give himself a shake then.
“But Jessie, I already told you. We can’t.. We can’t go out until your ready to accept yourself” he said firmly. I pouted and chewed that over. He’d said that I’d made out with Josh, so there’d already be rumours for certain that I was gay/Bi. Did that mean I was ready to come out of the closet? I wasn’t sure, but what I was sure was that I wanted Tristan as a boyfriend.
“What if I am ready?” I challenged.
He froze, hardly daring to breath as if I might suddenly change my mind. “Are you?” he asked wanly.
I shrugged. “I…. I’m willing to give it a shot. Of course.. I’ll want you there for support when I tell my family.. And you do have to tell Paul first so I have somewhere to stay if my parents don’t take it well.”
Tristan nodded eagerly, like this was a small petty task. He scooped me up in a huge hug, and I felt my body get excited from being pressed tight against him, bare skin against the fabric of his shirt and pant’s, though I could still feel tight muscle through them.
He apparently noticed, because I was suddenly tackled onto his bed and attacked. His forced his way between my legs and rested there, eagerly suckling on my neck. I felt like I was melting into the bed. My fingers knotted in his hair, holding him closer to me. How were we making out all of a sudden? I blinked dizzily, and Tristan caught me off guard, Tongue slipping keenly into my mouth.
Well completely engulfing me in the kiss, the rest of my senses that were on complete overdrive felt his hands explore my exposed skin. I growled in protest, but his tongue seized mine in reply and my mind was lost in the pleasure of it all. One warm hand groped my underweight chest, the other took place on my outer thigh. I shivered and let my hands explore a little as well.
I wasn’t quite ready to explore under the waist, but did brave myself into touching hi chest. Mainly because I really, really wanted to. It was smooth and thickly muscled beneath the shirt. I let my hands trail to his six pack in bliss. Suddenly Tristan pulled back. I creaked my eye’s open, peering at him.
He looked down at me, apparently very satisfied. Finally, he got off of me and sat on the bed. “You should probably put some clothes on” he suggested. I hear a car in the driveway.
I blink at him, depressed that our make-out session has come to a halt. “Why?” I ask.
“Cuz Paul’s home.” he raises an eyebrow but is smiling. “Do you want to walk around mostly naked? Not that I wouldn’t enjoy that” I blush and roll off the bed, gathering my clothes from the floor. I pull on my pants and shirt, sticking my tongue out at Tristan when I catch him watching me.
When I’m fully dressed I feel arms wrap around my waist and a body press against my back. “Are you really ready for this?” Tristan’s question is a gentle murmur, but it’s enough to make my stomach turn.
I nod mutely and he slowly releases me. “Should we tell Paul now?” I ask curiously.
“We?” he seems puzzled.
“What, you wanted to do our families separately?” I feel my head spin at the very thought of facing my family alone. Ryan doesn’t even know what the word ‘Homosexual’ means. I already have a decent clue of Kelso’s reaction. Mom will be shocked. Dad will be horrified. I have no idea how Kelsey will reply.
Tristan gingerly take’s my hand and holds it hostage against his cheek “No worries, I’ll go with you to tell your family. But I have a feeling I should face Paul alone”
I shrug. I didn’t particularly want to watch anyways. What if it didn’t go well? He leans down, releasing my hand, and give’s me a soft kiss leaving my lips tingling. Then he’s off to face Paul.
*Tristan’s POV*
I should become an actor. Jessie totally bought the act, he didn’t have a clue how truly scared I was. I was terrified. Then again, Jessie was kind of gullible…Which only made him cuter, which only made him more worth it. Still, everything my mom called me flashes through my head.
“I can face Paul” I whisper to myself.
“Face me?” Paul’s startled voice come’s from the outside deck. I jump.
“Hi Paul” I greet, hiding embarrassment.
“Dad” he corrects, taking a sip from his coffee.
I step onto the porch, squinting against the sunlight. As my eye’s settle, I lock gaze’s with Paul. I never noticed how much alike we look before. Same sturdy build, same dark boyish hair, same cocky smile, only with him it’s teasing, and with me, it’s arrogance. The only noticeable difference is age and eye color.
“So, kiddo, what exactly do you have to face me about? Break a lamp?” he toyed with me.
“Not exactly” I looked at the ground sheepishly.
“What then?” he asked, tone darkening as he assumed the worse.
I sighed, locked gazes with him, and just said it. The naked truth. “I’m gay”
“Oh that” he said nonchalantly, sipping form his coffee again.
“Now I know it may be awkward for you and-” I cut myself off.
“Wait-what do you mean, ‘oh that’?!!?” I gasp.
Paul shrugs. “Your mom told me” I pale and feel my knee’s going weak.
“When?!!?” I demand.
He shrugs again. “About two days after you got here”
“Why didn’t you say anything!” I shout, putting a hand against the house to support myself. He knew. He knew and he didn’t say anything. Did he think I was going to keep it hidden? Was he going to send me to one of those christen camps where they ‘cure’ gayness? Was he going to kick me out now that I’d confirmed it.
“Whoa, easy there Tristan” Paul warned, eye’s widened. He set down his coffee and touched my shoulder in support. “It’s okay. I’m not mad. I’m fine with it actually.” I collapse into a hug from him. He hugs back warmly, not afraid, not homophobic. Fatherly.
“Why didn’t you say anything” I ask again, sounding like a lost and hurt child.
He rubs my back soothingly. “I figured you’d tell me when you were ready”
We pull away from the hug, him looking at me steadily, me slightly embarrassed and unsure.
“I like guys” I say testing the words.
“That’s what gay tend to entitle” he agrees.
“I like guys, and you my dad, are okay with it, well my mom, kicked me out and told me I was no longer her son. I have a boyfriend and I’m a guy. It doesn’t bother you?” I confirm.
He chuckles. “You have a boyfriend?” I flush.
“N-no. well maybe.. But you don’t get to meet him. Ever!” I say in a flustered rush.
He pouts “I’ve already meet Jessie, Tristan”
I seem to choke again. “Wha-how?!”
He laughs “Vanessa made it pretty obvious. I always figured the little guy was gay anyways. Him and Vanessa were either dating behind my back, or he was her gay best friend. I just didn’t know which was which.”
I’m laughing now to as realization finally dawns on me. Paul knew. He always knew. He knew and he didn’t care. Unbelievable. I attack him with a hug, then I’m hurrying back inside.
“Gotta break Jessie the good news” I call back “Thanks …….Dad!”
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