I Am Invincible

-*~- Six months later -~*-

I woke up from a deep sleep in the early hours of the morning wrapped in Zach’s arms. And don’t go taking that the wrong way. We were both on the couch, me lying in between his legs with my back to his chest. Fully clothed—well, half clothed in my case; it was too hot to be wearing a shirt, seeing as it was the middle of Spring, so don’t think anything into that. Although, I was wearing Zach’s pants... A pair of his sweat pants to be precise. They’re comfortable. But they’re like a metre longer than my leg goes (because my boyfriend’s such a lank), so I’m always tripping over them. I’ve kinda stolen them. I always wear them when I can’t be bothered to wear my tight skinny jeans—which tends to be quite often these days, due to the heat. Although I’ve never worn them to school, they are regularly worn to the mall when I go to visit Zacky while he’s working. I think he likes it when I wear his pants. He gets this little smile when he sees that I’m wearing them and looks at them with a kind of smirk that says ‘yeah, they’re mine’.

Anyway, enough of my rambling about how I wear both mine AND my boyfriends’ pants in this relationship (yeah, that’s right! Oh snap!). So as I was saying before I went way off topic, I woke up on the couch with Zach’s arms around me, and the DVD menu for Shrek 2 (Shut up. I love Puss in Boots) was flashing on the screen. I tried to find the remote without moving from my position but I realised that it was on the coffee table that was about half a metre away. I struggled to sit up without waking the sleeping boy underneath me (Zach’s arms automatically tightened when I moved), but when I finally managed to grab the remote and turn off the TV, I noticed he was awake. I kissed him quickly before turning around again and relaxing back into his chest. His hands found my hips in the dark and he traced patterns onto my skin with his fingertips – something he did quite a lot. I sighed contentedly. Things have certainly changed in the last 6 months. I still haven’t told anyone about us. Ryan and Rachael know, but none of my family does. I think I’m going to be ready to tell my family soon though. I actually know now that I’m not just into Zach as one person, but I’m into guys as an entire species. Over the last few months, I’d notice little things here and there about certain guys or just in general that I liked, but I’d only come to the conclusion that I was actually gay just last week, and I was ready to come out to the first person.

“Hey Zacky?” I asked, just as he said, “You know, Cam...?”
We laughed and he told me I could start. I took a deep breath. I knew it wasn’t such a huge deal saying it to Zach, but I was a little worried anyway. I let the breath out slowly, sat up and twisted around to face him.
“I’m gay,” I stated. He laughed once.
“About time you came out,” he smirked.
I hit him on the chest, stuck my tongue out at him, and then turned around with my back to him, pretending to be mad. He sat up and pulled me into him. I kept my arms crossed and pouted. He chuckled, and his breath on my neck made me shudder. He kissed me once on the throat where he knew it made me go crazy, and then whispered in my ear “I’m sorry, baby”.

I forgave him and smiled, leaning back into him once more and forcing him to lie back down on the couch. Once again, his fingers grazed my hips.
“What were you going to say before?” I asked, suddenly remembering.
He laughed, “I was just going to say that you should get your hips pierced. I think it’ll look totally sexy on you.”
I blushed. “Thanks?”
“Seriously. It’ll look hot. It’s up to you though. It’s your body, obviously.”
I considered. I had wanted some sort of piercing for a while... Why not hips? It’s definitely something different...
“You reckon hips?”
“Yeah!” Zach replied enthusiastically. I nodded.
“Ok, well, I’ll call Skyler tomorrow and get an appointment,” I smiled.

Skyler is my mom’s best friend. He owns a small piercing and tattoo shop called Needle&Ink. It’s kind of funny that he works in a place like N&I, because Sky is absolutely terrified of needles. He says that they’re okay just as long as they’re pointing in the opposite direction to where he is, i.e. going into somebody else. I dunno. He confuses me. Especially at 3am.

I snuggled back into Zach and the last thought that ran through my mind before I drifted off to sleep was “I can’t believe I just came out to my boyfriend at 3 o’clock in the morning, and then had a discussion about hip piercings.”
We have a strange relationship; me and Zach. But I love it.