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There he lay upon the king-sized mattress sitting in the middle of the room—the fat, puffy sky blue comforter messily scrunched up at the edge of the bed, barely touching his feet. He stared up at the ceiling fan, its dizzying blades spinning into a blur, Garth shivering as the cool breeze from the fan gently descended upon his bare, naked skin.
He was quite cold. He probably should’ve moved to snuggle himself underneath the warm covers, but he was still in shock at what had just happened—or rather, what had just ended—just a few minutes ago, that he couldn’t even move. All he could really do was lay there, paralyzed with disbelief.
His body felt weird. His heartrate had started to calm down a little bit, but he could still feel his penis throbbing in between his legs. A strange feeling persisted in his body as well: he could still feel the sensation of his friend’s intimate touch lingering in his body. He could still feel the way his fingers felt, tickling across his back, still feeling the pressure of his lover’s legs thrashing against his own, still feeling the way his lips felt on his skin, kissing and biting at his neck, his thighs, and all over his chest...he could even still taste him—the salty aftertaste of his semen persisting on his tastebuds. Wayne wasn’t even in the bed with him right now. But for some reason he could still feel him. Almost as if his body was hallucinating.
As he continued to gape up at the ceiling fan, still hypnotized by the spinning blades, he couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened to him. He had just lost his virginity. Not just that, but he lost his virginity to Wayne. Wayne Campbell. Wayne fucking Campbell.
He still felt soweird about it. I mean of course he felt weird—because it was his first time doing it, ever. But he felt like…he was feeling more weird than he felt he should’ve been feeling. It was probably the fact that it was toWayne. Of course. It’s like the elephant in the room. He’d be crazy not to realize it. Maybe mental, even. I mean it’s not like he didn’t enjoy it or anything, because he did, but...when he imagined that when his time would come, it would be to “...a hot blonde chick, with eyes blue like Lake Michigan, and a nice, spankable ass and giant snoobs. Y’know, a babe! A real megababe!!!! Schwing!!!!”
Wayne was not a babe. He didn’t even look anything like the babes Garth used to fantasize about making sweet love to, back in the peak of his pubescent high school days—Wayne was a guy. A guy who had just got done pounding the living shit out of Garth, who was also a guy. What would that make Garth? Gay? Well he couldn’t be gay, because he still liked babes and stuff. Besides, even if Garth were gay, that would just make Wayne gayer. After all, he was the one topping 5 minutes ago. He was the one who made the decision to shove his junk up Garth’s ass while he whimpered and squealed, bent over and moaning his friend’s name under shuddery breaths.
But at the same time, Garth never told him to stop. He didn’t want him to stop. He liked it. He liked it when Wayne touched him like that. When Wayne thrust himself in between Garth’s legs, when he started slipping his tongue inside of places other than his mouth, when he ran his hands all through Garth’s hairy body, caressing his head, and his chest, rubbing his stomach and touching on his thighs, until finally he made his way down, jerking the thing that sat on his groin, rubbing the tip until he couldn’t take it anymore and started to—
A sudden noise had cut through the silent atmosphere, shaking Garth out of his train of thought. Someone had opened the room door. Garth looked away from the ceiling fan and redirected his focus over to the door—it was Wayne.
“Mmgph….Garth? Um, I’m back-” Wayne said, in a tired, deep gruggy voice as he lazily leaned against the doorcase.
“Oh! Wayne. It’s just you.”
“Uh, yea…” he replied. He puffed out his bare chest, spreading out his arms and let out a big yawn. “I just had to take a whizz, that’s all. But I’m back now.”
It was a bit dark. Wayne switched on the table lamp sitting on the dresser just next to the bed, and with the light on, Garth could see Wayne a lot more clearly. He wasn’t naked anymore, it looked like he had thrown on a pair of red boxers after he had left, and his hair was still a little bit scruffled up and messy from their little “episode”. Wayne made his way back over to the bed, and sat next to Garth, who was still laying down.
“Are you okay, man?” Wayne asked, looking over at Garth’s nude body.
“Um...yeah…” Garth answered in a quiet voice, still laying motionless.
“Are you sure? It doesn’t look like you’ve moved since I left. You’re still naked. You didn’t put your clothes back on?”
“N-no. I kinda wanted to...lay here...for a little bit longer.”
“...You can still move though, right? Geez, I hope I didn’t go too hard on you or anything, I tried my best to be gentle-”
“No no no, it’s not like that- I can still move, see?” Garth moved from out his laying position and posted himself up into a sit with his two arms. He wiggled his legs a little bit as a sort of show that those were still working too. “I still feel a little weird...but I can still move.”
“Oh, good.” Wayne sighed. “I got scared that I might’ve paralyzed you or something.”
Garth giggled and laid himself back down. Wayne laid down with him, and started cuddling Garth, wrapping his arms around his waist, hugging his body close to his own. He started kissing Garth on his lips, and pecking at his cheeks & his forehead, as well as the rest of his face, before moving down to kiss his neck.
Garth let out a shuddery moan. “Euughh~ mmmpgh~ Wayne...stoooppp...that- that tickles~”
Wayne giggled as he continued to kiss Garth. “...I’m sorry...I just can’t get enough of you...just- just give me a few more seconds, then I’ll be done, I promise-”
He pecked a few more kisses at Garth’s neck, taking his time now, going a little slower with each kiss, knowing they would be his last for now…
“...are you done?”
“Wait, wait- mmm...” Wayne snuck one more kiss in. “...mmwah~ okay- okay, yeah, I’m done now.”
“Geez...you just got done fucking me for half an hour. Aren’t you tired of me yet...?”
“Garth- I could never get tired of you. Never! You’re everything.”
“...no way...”
“Way! How could I ever get tired of you? You’re the pedal to my metal, man! You’re the hook to my song, you’re the pick to my guitar! You’re like the barrier to my reef! You’re like...you’re like the wide magnetic field surrounding the planet Earth that constantly protects it from solar flares burning off from the sun, or like the wieners inside my mac ‘n cheese—life simply could not go on without you! You’re everything, man! I could never get tired of you. I love you, man! I really do.”
He held his head down, hiding his flushed face from Wayne, smiling through his pressed lips. “Thank you...I love you too, Wayne.”
One more time, he gave Garth a little kiss.
“So, uh......did you have fun tonight?” Wayne asked in a considerably more gentle tone.
“oh, um...yeah, I guess…” Garth muttered, his voice trailing off into a nearly inaudible whisper near the end of his sentence. “...I hope I wasn’t too weird or anything.”
“No way! You were great! I think you took it really well, especially since it was your first time. You were excellent, man.“
“Thanks...um- it felt a little weird at first...but I got used to it. I still can’t believe that’s what it feels like…”
“Yeah, it’s really something, huh?”
Garth nodded.
“Hey...um...Wayne? Can I...um...can I ask you something?”
“Of course. Ask away.”
“Oh, okay. So, um, well...I mean...since we just did that with each other, and we’re both, like, guys and stuff...doesn’t that make us...y’know…”
“...what?”
“Well- I mean I was just wondering...we did all that stuff and everything...so...does that mean...I’m like...your...y’know…”
“Know what?”
“Well I mean...you’ve been...kissing me a lot lately, and we’ve been sleeping in the same bed and stuff. And...well- people don’t really do that when they’re just friends...so I was just wondering if we were- ”
“Can you speak up? I can barely hear you man-”
“WAYNE ARE WE LIKE- BOYFRIENDS- OR SOMETHING NOW?!”
“…”
“...oh god. I-I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to yell-”
“No- It’s okay…um...well...for us to be boyfriends, that would mean I would have to be gay.”
“Oh?”
“I’m not gay.”
“Oh. But...but you pegged me?”
“Well...yeah, but- that was just- *sigh* I don’t- I don’t really know. I wasn’t really thinking. You were in heat and I was just horny...so it kinda just...happened. I dunno. I was just giving you what you wanted, I didn’t think you would think much of it when it was over.”
“I didn’t want to think about it too much either. But I just can’t help but feel a little bit weird about it. Because...now whenever I see your face I’m just gonna be reminded of it. Of what we did. And I don’t really know how to feel about that…
...I’m just really confused right now. I don’t know what we’re supposed to be anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well- you keep saying that we’re just friends, but you keep kissing on me and stuff. You don’t do that when you’re just friends with somebody.”
“Yeah! No shit, I know that!...But- I mean- I kiss on you, and sleep with you and all that, but...I still wanna be friends with you. I feel weird calling you my boyfriend.”
“Shyeah, right!? I mean when have you ever heard of two friends just casually boning each other?”
“Well I say bone appetit! Who cares if we’re just friends, I, for one, believe people should be able to schwing as they see fit!”
“Ok, fine, but even then, you did just have sex with me. And we’re both guys. That makes us both gay.”
“Wha- no way!”
“Way.”
“No waayyy!”
“Way!”
“No wayyyy!”
“Wa-ay!”
“No...waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.”
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
“No waaaaaaay!”
“Ok but seriously. Are you gay or not?”
“Uuhhh...I don’t really know. I never really felt this way about a man before I met you. I was more into babes and stuff like that. Then we started catching feelings for each other, and, well, you know what happened after that. It’s weird because, I’m realizing I might be into dudes...but I still feel attracted to babes too. ”
“...I feel the same way. Is that even possible? To be gay and not gay at the same time?”
“...maybe...I know one thing for sure though—i really like you...but...I still don’t know how to feel about being your boyfriend.”
“Why?”
“I dunno, I just feel like it would get really awkward. I wouldn’t be allowed to call you ‘dude’ anymore, I would have to call you ‘babe’ or ‘honey’ or ‘baby’ or ‘sugarplum’ or something sappy like that.”
“Dude- what????”
“I’m just saying, this always happens. It’s like some sort of unspoken ritual or something—whenever two friends start getting romantically involved with each other, any sort of friendly jargon they always use with each other is just completely dropped in place of some sappy pet names. I just don’t want to have to change myself in order to be in a relationship with you, that’s all!”
“Wayne, we don’t have to change the way we act just to love each other.”
“Well, I’m starting to feel like I have to change myself if I want a relationship that lasts more than 2 weeks. All my past relationships have ended in shit. Half of the time it’s my fault. I’ve gotten used to just hiding certain parts of myself just so people like me more. I’ve gotten used to being dumped or broken up with, but I can’t afford to screw up a relationship with you. You’re too important. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do this time.”
“You’re not supposed to do anything. I just want you to love me. The same way I loved you all these years. That’s all I want—to be loved. You don’t have to worry about changing yourself to impress me or anything. Just promise you’ll love me, and I promise I’ll love you back. No matter what.”
“...I love you Garth. And I promise I’ll never stop loving you.”
“I love you too Wayne. I think- maybe- so long we love each other, we have nothing to worry about.”
“...yeah. Maybe.”
“Jesus Christ- what time is it???”
Garth poked his head out from underneath the covers, and peered over at the analog clock that hung high on the wall across the room. “It’s...11 something. I can’t see too good without my glasses.”
“It’s getting really late. You wanna go to bed?”
“Um...yes...but I need something first…”
“?”
“...c-can you get my pajamas from off the floor? I can’t go to sleep without them...”