KyleHe is kissing me back, and I can't get enough of him; enough of this feeling, of having him in my arms. He's much smaller than me, yet so not fragile.At the same time, I wish I could protect him from everything and everyone. It's so strange, I want to believe I can be the person he trusts, I want to be that person for him. I break the kiss and wrap my hands around him. Jer wraps his hands around me too and we just stand there, in the middle of the lake hugging each other. I squeeze him one last time and kiss his cheek "Thank you." A say against his neck and he shivers."What for?" "Just for letting me be here with you." And before I've said something weird, or something that would push him away, I add"Let's go back inside, it is cold.""Okay."Jeremy slips away from my hands and we head to the shore. I won't ask him why he never took his clothes off, and I know he'll only tell me if he needs to. We get back inside and head upstairs. I still can't believe how huge the hous
EvaI am sitting on the bed, the soft, white bathrobe the hotel offers wound around my body. Nathan was right. They do have toothbrushes and everything in here. I’ve wrapped my hands around my knees and the water from my wet hair’s still dripping on me, some drops land on the nice, fashionable carpet on the floor. Everything seemed perfect. Once Nathan went out, I did stay alone with my head and took a look around. This was me and this was happening. I was here, miles away from home with the person I’ve liked the moment I had seen him. We were in a nice hotel, and ...and then I went to the bathroom and took my clothes off. What’s worse than having the school nurse come and give the class the sex education lesson and show us how to put condoms on; what’s worse than dropping your pad in front of your classmates on your way out to the restroom is, and I swear it’s the worst thing ever- is getting your period when you are finally with the person you’ve liked for months and you can fi
He’s closed his eyes, and water’s dripping from his hair all over his chest. I see his tattoos, the ones I’ve seen only partly are now at full display. There’s the dragon I saw that time at Aaron’s and I see branches of a tree that are drawn on the skin above his ribs. They continue to the back, and then the tree goes even lower on his torso, but the rest is under the soapy water. I avert my eyes and turn my back on him before he’s seen me checking him out like an idiot. Like last time.I know tattoos are something special to people who have them; I mean, that’s not always true for everyone, but I somehow know a little about Nathan to know by now that’s not the case with him and they are likely something important. And I don’t want to be sticking my nose where it shouldn’t be, so I only say.“Yes?”I lean against the wall of the bath and I hear him say behind me. “Why haven’t you asked me?”“About?”“What exactly happened back in England. “I relax against the thin wall, separatin
EvaAfter we've finished the bottle, we have decided I need a first tattoo and I am getting one. Tomorrow. We are lying on the bed, my head on his lap. Nathan checks quickly and finds a place. "They should be open. I don't know if they'll have available spots, but...""But you are persuasive".Nathan smirks."Well, I can be."My eyelids are getting heavier by the minute, but I'm trying to stay awake. I hear rustling from him and see he's looking for his cigarettes. "I thought you quit."I say, sleepy. "I am."Nathan says quietly. "I'll go out and..."He tries to get up, but I squeeze his tight lightly. "No, stay here.""Are you sure you don't mind?""Of course I am."I hear the sound his zippo makes, then I catch the scent of the smoke coming from his burning cigarette. The TV is still on, and the only light in the room comes from its screen, painting the whole room with the blue-is light. The sound of Nathan's quiet voice lulls me to sleep. I think he's asking me something, and
KyleWe finish practice at about four, but I decide to stay longer and work some more on my shooting. I’ve been favoring my strong side, the way we all probably do, but I know I shouldn’t. By the time I finish, even my coach’s left and the older guy, cleaning the ice yells at me from the top of the big machine he’s driving. “Hey, Kyle.”“Yes, Sir?”I lift my protection gear off my helmet and he shakes his head. “Wrap it up for today, boy. I ‘aint staying all night because of you. “I laugh and shake my head, but still, gather all my stuff and head for the showers. The school’s empty by now and I type a message to Jeremy if he wants to meet later. Although later would probably mean late, and I assume he’d say no. I take my clothes off and once I do, I realize my feet are numb and my leg has started to hurt even more. “Damn, it, “ I mutter as I try to relax and run the hot water over me once I’m in the shower. A few minutes like that and I feel better. Everything is quickly wrappe
Eva School, students, hallways, classmates talking about their homework; complaining about what their mother said, or about who had the shitty sandwiches at the cafeteria or will there be a history test next week. I am walking towards my classroom. Everything’s the same, yet it’s not. It is because those are the same faces I’ve been seeing for so long, that I know what each is talking about without even me trying to listen. It isn’t, because I feel different. It is not because of the tattoo, or everything that happened in the past days. I feel like, and it’s that perfect feeling, of not having to explain anything to anyone. It’s the absence of a need to try and make yourself clear to others. Because it doesn’t matter who does or doesn’t understand, as long as you know yourself. The chicks, the nerds, the gorillas from the hockey team, the funny clowns- they are all the same, The difference is- I don’t care about either of them. I open the door and head for my seat. “Sorry I’
Jeremy “Hey, Kyle. “ I send him a message while we’re in class and it’s one of those situations where you send a message to someone from the other end of the room and you wait for them to go for their phones and see it. Not that I’ve done this much before. He picks his phone out and I soon receive a “Yes?” “I also think about you when I jerk off. “ Kyle drops his phone on the floor, and the whole class looks at him, the teacher included. One of the bad things about Kyle being so popular is I feel like they just won’t let him off. I mean, girls are smiling at him all the time, but there’s nothing he does that goes unnoticed. I’m also jealous, and I can’t believe I’m saying it, but that’s my problem. Kyle mutters a sorry and he bends over and picks it up. The teacher continues with whatever she’s been saying, and the others return to what they’ve been doing. Kyle glances in my direction and I try to suppress a smile while looking out of the window. My phone buzzes shortly afte
“McDavid" My coach shouts at me as I am heading for the locker room after practice."Yea, Coach?""How have you been doing?" "How? You mean the leg?""No, I mean where's your head?"I take my gloves off and ask "Why, what do you mean?""Jared tells me you're working the same way together as before.""What? Did he say that?"My coach crosses his arms and says " Look, I don't know what's happening between you guys, and I see you're still my nest player, but if your Captain's feeling something's off, you get your ass there and figure out, yeah? I don't have time for this. You'll be leading the team soon, I might make the change even earlier. So better go smooth things put with him."He's already heading away, so I only say a"Yes, Coach."I head for the showers, trying not to get over-excited about what he just told me.* * *“Coach said something today."Jeremy stubs his cigarette on the ground."What happened?""That ...well, he said two things."Jeremy throws the cigarette bud in the