Prince In Distress

Morning
Walking into class this morning was awekward. People couldn't help but stare at me, but it didn't bother me one bit. I was on top of the world. Not only did Josh apologize for the first time in his life, he confessed that he honored me as a friend, and this all meant that he accepted that I was gay. Yup, I just said it. I'm gay. Josh accpeting it somehow makes me want to accept it myself. I can't wait to tell my brother.

Afternoon
Josh had a football meeting or something during lunch, so I couldn't eat with him. Imagine, after all that time of waiting to have a decent lunch with him, when it finally came, he's not here. I sat down alone, not being too sure of how the other guys felt about me yet. I actually wasn't minding the peace. I wasn't home being bugged by mom or at Josh's table being nagged by his friends. I went to shovel a spoonful of corn into my mouth when someone sat down beside me.
"Hi, I'm Jackson."
He extended his arm right out towards me.
I dropped my food, "Umm, hi? I'm, uhh... Paul."
"Sorry to just barge right in like this, but you were eating alone and I thought it would finally be a good time to come talk to you."
"You want to talk to me?"
"Umm, yes. Well, sort of."
"I'm not following."
"I actually wanted to ask you a bit more of... a question, actually."
"Yes?" I peered at him curiously.
"Do you wana maybe, hang out after school?"
"Hang out?"
"Like, I guess... go out, together."
I awallowed hard and almost stopped breathing. Thank god he made me drop that corn or else I would have been choking on it right now.
When he noticed I wasn't able to answer, he went on. "On a date." He looked incredibly nervous.
I forced air through my lungs and the words out of my mouth. "Umm, yeah. Sure, man." I couldn't help but start smiling and for the first time since out meeting, I began to examen him.
He had dark brown hair and glittering green eyes. He had a lip piercing, but it didn't make him look too edgy.
"Great." He started smiling bigger than I could have even tried and his beautiful british accent rang out all around me.
"Great."

After School
I walked out of the doors to see an awaiting Jackson, smiling over at me. My heart nearly skipped a beat, as I floated my way over toward him.
"This may sound a bit bad, but I haven't actually thought of anywhere we could go." He reached around theback of his head with his arm.
I laughed. "That's fine. We could go over to the fountain and just mess around.
The look he gave me was priceless.
"That came out wrong."
"I understand." He said simply, trying not to smile.
God, I just couldn't get enough of his accent.
We walked side by side, sort of awekwardly to the park, not talking very much. Every once and a while I did see him sneeking a smile or a glance at me.
Once we got there, we sat right on the edge of the fountain. He sat before me, so that when I sat down, I practically fell onto his lap.
"Oh god, sorry."
We both starting laughing.
"It's alright."
We stopped and both looked up at each other.
"What are you thinking?" Slipped through my teeth.
He looked nervous, yet tried to laugh. "Well I'm obviously thinking the same thing that you are. I want to know what you're thinking."
"Well, now that we both know, we must be thinking about something else."
"Mhmm."
I looked into his eyes. "What are you thinking now?"
"Something that would probably make you run away."
I was glad I had this chance to laugh. "Oh really?"
"Yes, really." He started smiling even bigger.
"Does it have something to do with me and you?"
"Maybe." He moved a bit closer to me and rested his arm right next to my leg.
I could have stopped breathing again. As best as I could, I started my reply. "I need another clue."
This time, he didn't say anything. He just moved in the rest of the way and wrapped on arm around me, while hanging his head over the back of my shoulder. He just sort of rested there.
"Is that a clue?"
"Maybe."
Little did he know, the maybes were driving me up the wall, but the heaviness I felt at that moment was overpowering.
I wrapped both of my arms around his waist and started hugging him back. We held each other tight for a moment, then he slowly moved his head away from my shoulder and brushing against my chin. I looked into his eyes and he moved his hand onto my cheek, then slid it down to my neck.
By now I wasn't breathing at all. I was living off of that moment completley. He gently touched my lips, then a shiver ran through my body. Once he felt that he grabbed my waist tightly and kissed me. If it weren't for his oxygen pulsing down my throat, I'd be dead. I moved my lips along with his and soon we were alive with passion. I grabbed his hands and started off, running for home.

Night
We burst through my door, holding onto each other and kissing. We made our way upstairs somehow. We traveled over towards my bed and I layed down, him coming down ontop of me. Our lips were tightly sealed, except for when he refreshed our movements by moving his tongue along the outside of my lip, which I returned with gliding my tongue around his lip ring. His fingers danced along the bottom trim of my shirt and he slid his hand underneath it. The feeling of his hand moving along my abs was amazing, flaming even. He rubbed his hand around, while I pulled at the bottom of his shirt. He took his hand away, leaving me with a second of sadness, until I saw that he was usuing his now free hand to pull his shirt off, revealing his beuatiful skin. I touched my hand upon it and he put his own back where it had been. My hand glided all over him, while my other hand hooked around the back of his neck, pulling him down closer.
I took a breath while he moved down to my neck. I tried taking my own shirt off, but he yook over. As soon as we had gotten it off, he layed his body on top of mine and we faded into each other completley. He traced his mouth down, along my stomach. His hands met up with his lips at the bottom. That's when my entire perspective on my sexuality changed to certain that this would be right.