"Well that's not where it goes you dork!""Who you calling a dork, dork!"
I stared up into Sebastian's eyes, smiling at his goofy face. He was my best friend and probably the only guys I trusted.
"You!" I said handing him the screw driver. He laughed to himself and took a knee, so that he could fix my mini fridge.
"I didn't know you were this handy."
The boy rolled his eyes, concentrating on screwing in the new part. "There's a lot you don't know about me Payton."
"Like what?"
"Like..." Sebastian stood up and turned around with a smirk. I blinked a few times waiting for him to continue, but instead he pushed me onto my bed.
"What the hell Sebastian! What was that..."
He quickly jumped on top of me, holding my arms above my head, pinning me to my bed.
"Dude, this isn't funny! I know you're stronger than me." I said, turning my head away from his stupid face and frowning.
I could feel his eyes burning into my skull as he held me down. I didn't even attempt to move. He was way stronger than I was and exerting that much energy was a waist of time.
"You're such a dork." His breath hit my cheek when he said that. I didn't know why I took notice of something like that, but I sort of liked it.
"Can you just get off of me!" I demanded.
The chuckle that escaped me gave me my answer. He definitely was about to torture me in some way.
"I never realized how pretty you are."
Wait, what?! What the hell was he talking about. Sebastian had never said anything like that to me in my 3 years of knowing him.
"Dude, get off! This is so gay!" I yelled, moving my hips to scoot from up under him. I felt his grip tighten around my arms and his legs suddenly become heavy completely stopping all movement.
"I'm not gay!" He shouted, glaring at me with rage.
"Then get off of me!"
Sebastian finally released my arms and stood up. He began to pace back and forth in my room. His face seemed panicked and he was anxiously biting the skin of his bottom lip.
"What the hell was that?" I asked, running a hand through my messy hair.
Sebastian stopped pacing and looked at me awkwardly. Why was he staring so intently? Did I do something to set him off.
"Why are you so perfect all the f*cking time!" He shouted, flexing his arms in anger.
"S-Sebastian?"
His eyes dropped to his feet as he began to admit why he was so upset. "I'm not gay,but when I'm with you, I have these thoughts. I hate myself for even thinking them. Its so stupid because you're a boy. It's wrong...but you're so pretty to me. I can't even f*cking explain it. Every time we're alone I find myself looking at your skin and wondering how soft it is. When you aren't looking I stare at your lips and wonder what they feel like. When I'm with Haley, I can't stop thinking about you. She's supposed to be my girlfriend yet you're the only one I think about!"
I felt my heart beating rapidly and my breath becoming heavy. Sebastian was admitting that he was attracted to me, in a physical way. I know he said he wasn't gay, but those kind of feelings are definitely gay, but I honestly didn't care. Sebastian knew everything about me, yet I didn't know he felt this way. If I had I would've done something a lot sooner.
Without thinking I stepped forward and pecked him on the lips. I expected him to tell me he was joking, but our eyes just met for a brief moment.
His hand landed on my chest, softly pushing me back down on my bed. "Sebastian...this is.."
He nodded, letting his lips connect to mine as his hands began to roam. No one had ever touched me in such a way before. It's not that I couldn't get girls to talk to me, I definitely had many girls trying to get my number, but I never acted upon it. I was to busy with school and soccer that I never found time for a relationship.
Sebastian broke our kiss, running his hands into my sweat pants and palming my growing dick. I let out a light moan, feeling him trail bite marks and kisses down my neck.
Suddenly, everything stopped causing me to open my eyes. Sebastian was standing up, shaking like a wet dog as tears fell from his eyes.
"What am I doing?!" He cried, backing away from me. I was so confused. Did he not want me? Did he not want this?
"Sebastian it's okay. This is....okay. I like it...I like you." It was all I could say at this point. I only let it go this far because I enjoyed the feeling of having him touch me so inappropriately.
"No it's not! This is so wrong! I just touched touched you down there. I've never even done that with Haley."
He was thinking way to much about everything right now. I was living in the moment, not worrying about my feelings and how I'd feel about all this in a few hours.
Sebastian on the other hand was thinking about his families reaction. His hom*ophobic dad would disown him in a heartbeat. He couldn't be gay. It wasn't allowed for him, but he didn't have to. He didn't have to take that label if he didn't want to.
"What's right is what you feel Sebastian. Do you feel like kissing me or do you feel like running from all of this and acting like it never happened?" I asked.
It happened faster than I could blink. He was back on top of me, kissing me hard and passionately as his hands rubbed against my bulge.
We broke the kiss out of necessity for air and looked at each other like two confused boys who didn't know what the hell they were doing. His hand was still rubbing against my bulge and he had a large boner straining against his track pants.
"Payton, I...I dream about..." he bit his lip, dropping his eyes to my thighs. "f*cking you. I dream about what it feels like to be inside you that I jack off just imagining it," he admitted.
"Sebastian I..."
He cut me off with a kiss as my pants went flying across my room along with my boxers.
To Be Continued...
