Chapter 6
Richard Neil Sky
Peanut Butter Jelly

Cade and I were still in the lake for hours now. The sun was beginning to go down into the other side of the world and here we were, being kids. Cade was right. I was enjoying this, and I wasn't afraid to admit it anymore. Cade teased me for it for mere minutes, but even if he was teasing me, he was being funny and all. Cade got off the water and dried himself whereas I had my head down a little into the lake, but my eyes were watching his move. Scratch that, I was running the water running down his chest. Scratch that, I was watching his abs and chest.

I tried telling myself that I was just envy. Abs and a nice chest were nice to have, I said to myself. Cade ran back inside the cabin and I feared that he would leave me alone here, so I waited for a few minutes until I heard him call my name. I thought I had never been fast in my life. I quickly got off the water and ran inside his cabin, my body still drench and my shirt was clinging into my body and my pants. God! My pants! I never took my clothes and pants off. That's nice of me. My Mom and Dad would kill me.

When I reached inside the cabin, there was a music blasthing through the loud speakers. The beat was making me dance a bit but if Cade would see me again, no way. I walked inside the kitchen, Cade was dancing. Like, really dancing. His hands and feet were moving along to the beat as well as his head. And he was dancing while making peanut butter jelly sandwiches!

My mouth opened on its own and a laugh came out; a loud one. Cade saw me and grinned and danced harder. I laughed harder and sat down on the cold wooden floor as I watched him dance.

"Spread it like peanut butter jelly! Do it like I owe you some money, money, money!" Cade sang loudly as he shook his booty a little in the air and I slapped the floor. I was breathless from laughing. I wanted to stop, but Cade dancing wasn't helping at all. "Come on, Richard. Dance with me. You have the peanut butter jelly sandwiches as your audience."

Without thinking, I stood up and joined him. Our heads were bobbing up and down as the beat of the music intensified and Cade kept pushing his butt on my back and all we did was to laugh and dance. The same song had been repeating since I walked into the kitchen. There were lots of sexy dances; funny ones. And we were doing it while eating the sandwiches we had made. It felt like we were violating the food but as Cade said, let it go.

Cade entwined our hands together. Right now, I didn't care. I just held his hand as we danced together. It felt weird to have another man's hand holding mine. The only hand I had held was my father's when I was a kid, so I wouldn't get lost. Cade's hand felt weird on mine, but the electricity that coursing through me, it was addicting. Sparks kept coming as we held hands, dancing to the song I didn't even know.

His hand covered mine protectively. His hands were calloused yet soft. We lost track of time. We didn't know how much time we spent on dancing and - coughed - making peanut butter jelly. When I looked at him, I laughed again because his face was covered with peanut butter jelly. His forehead, his cheek, his jaw, his lips, almost everywhere. Cade pouted at me like a kid and spread peanut butter jelly on my face. He smeared it on me and I scowled playfully. He laughed.

We fought with peanut butter jellies, like it was the normal thing to do. If my Mom had seen me wasting a food, she would definitely kill me. My parents didn't belong in the stereotypical rich family. We valued everything. We considered everything as blessing. And here I was, wasting a food just to fight Cade Felix Thompson.

Then we both stopped as our chests collided and I looked up into his beautiful eyes. There was a smeared peanut butter jelly on the corner of his lips and I wanted to brush it away with my thumb, but I was afraid to do it. His eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips, and he was staring at it like he wanted to just smash his lips with mine. But he wasn't doing anything, and I was getting irritated. He was supposed to be the one making moves, not me.

Fuck this. I tiptoed and licked the peanut butter jelly that was on the corner of his lips and smashed my lips against his. My hands found its way to his soft hair and I gripped it, pushing him down on me until he deepened the kiss. The fireworks started to explode inside me, making me feel hot all of a sudden. Cade rest his hands on my hips as he kissed me back, more passionately than what I was doing.

Cade pushed me down on the table and I was fully aware that we were making out. The thought of me kissing Cade was not grossing me out, and here he was, Cade was really kissing me. Hard and passionate. He pulled away and that's the go signal for me to breath again, to suck more air so I could kiss him again endlessly, but he had other plans. As I was about to kiss him again, he tweaked my nose with the tip of his index finger and I glared at him.

"Woah, I know I'm a good kisser, Richard." Cade said smugly as he gave me a smirk. He pecked me on the lips and I blushed. "It's cute when you blush. Did we just have our peanut butter jelly kiss?" He teased as he wiggled his brows at me. I groaned and hid my head in his chest, shutting my eyes close, too embarrassed to even look at him. I didn't know what just happened.

"Did we? Did we? Did we?" He pressed further, teasing me. "Damn, I like the sound of having a peanut butter jelly kiss with Richard Neil Sky." He danced a bit as I hid, still, my face in his chest. He laughed softly, making his chest vibrate a little and I loved hearing his laugh.

Cade and I kissed. So many times today. Did that make me gay? What was I feeling towards him? This was new to me. Everything was new to me. I didn't know if Cade was just messing with me, or he was really doing this with... I had no idea.

"Oh come on, Sky. Don't be shy," he said as he cupped my face with his soft hands. He looked straight into my eyes and placed a soft kiss on my forehead and on my nose. "I liked the kiss, too. Now come on, let's dance a bit and get lost a little. Just for tonight. Let's deal with Hell tomorrow, shall we?"

"I'm already dealing with Hell," I muttered, hiding my eyes by looking down. What I was about to say was sappy and cheesy, but I didn't care. "And I'm going to enjoy it as long as I'm with you."

He chuckled and ran his nose with mine, making me blush to the max. I just wanted to squeal. He was making me look like a teenage High School girl. Cade wrapped his arms around me and I wasn't sure what to do. Was I supposed to hug him back, to wrap my arms around him? I was gay, wasn't I?

Overthinking, I thought of my basketball teammates, who were bulky and muscle-y and oh so handsome, but none of them appealed me, but when I was looking at Cade, everything was different. I was feeling different.

Cade led me to the living room, there were still peanut butter jellies smeared on our chests and I was still drenched. Cade turned on the TV and put a disc in a DVD player. We were going to watch a movie. Cade sat on the far end corner of the of the couch and as I was about to sit, he grabbed my hips and let my butt fall onto his lap.

"Better," he whispered softly as he planted a kiss on my back. He grabbed the remote and hit play and the movie which I didn't know of began to play on the screen.

My stomach was full from eating sandwiches. I burped and Cade chuckled at me and massaged my tummy, which made me blush furiously again. I slapped the back of his hand and he made an ouch sound and wrapped his arms tightly around me instead. What were we doing? Why were we acting this way? This shouldn't be happening at all.

But the truth was, I was enjoying this. More than anyone could think of.