I was reading a gay oneshot book and I thought...

MEHH WHY NOT.

So it's almost 1 am rn and I'm so tired and I've written this chapter in literally 2 hours and made the cover and description and everything and tbh I don't know what to do with my life.

Sorry for the rant.

But I loved making this... it gave me a thrill wow.

NO SMUT!!! BUT THE NEXT CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUTTY SHIT

Hope you enjoy! Xx

Boyxboy action ahead muahahahahah

"*"

My eyes drifted to his blue ones. Those beautiful blue eyes I so dearly loved. When one of his friends told him something funny, they always lit up so beautiful, magical.

I wished it was me making him laugh, making him happy.

Wishing didn't help me get anywhere, though.

His teeth bit his lip, nibbling on the pink, thick flesh.

I had dreamed of being the one to nibble the flesh for as long as I could remember. It's been so long...

I had loved him for so long, noticed him for so long, but not once had he noticed me. 

And that was okay, I came to terms with it.

Although I could never feel his beautiful blue eyes look at me with the same love I felt for him, although he would never let those pink lips meet my expecting ones, although Tyler Jones would never love me, Jack Richards...

I would forever and always be his.

"*"

Oneshot 1

Forever And Always

Jack

"I swear—I studied." 

Mr. Murlow raised his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes in disbelief. "That's what you said the last time—that's what you say every time."

"Well, if you just gave me one more chance—"

"I gave you three chances already to redeem your mistake, Mr. Richards, and you know how I feel about giving four." He said, his arms crossed over his chest.

Mr. Murlow was my favorite teacher, although he was my math teacher. I sucked balls at math.

But the exact reason he was my favorite teacher could be easily explained.  He listened to me. Math was as a riddle to me, and he was the key. He understood me, and he felt like the father I never got to meet.

But now... now he didn't want to listen.

I did study. I just couldn't... focus. Every time I thought I got it, it would all just mix in my head. As if I never learned it.

He didn't listen. He didn't want to listen.

"So, what now? I can't afford to have this as my end result... I need to pass this subject, you know that."  My hands clasped in each other as I looked at the 5"11 tall teacher, sitting down nervously on my chair. "Please, give me another chance."

"Your result will stay the same."

My face fell.

"But you can pick it up, easily." He finally said, my brown eyes snapping back to his. "You will be getting tutored."

Tutoring...

"Don't look at me like that, Mr. Richards! You should be very glad I'm not giving up on you." He stated, his arms falling as he turned  around to go to the door.

I wasn't really shy, just socially awkward. Every fucking encounter with someone ended with them feeling awkward, leaving me in no time.

I was a fucking idiot.

He opened the door, signaling someone to step in the room. And as the person set their first step into the room, I didn't even have to see the person's face to know who it was.

They walked in gracefully, blue eyes looking at me, intensely.

"Jack, right? My name is Tyler, nice to meet you." He said, a small and kinda forced smile on his face, probably just trying to be polite.

I was so fucked.

"*"

"I—I don't know." I muttered, ashamed of myself.

His blue eyes softened a bit. "That's okay, Jack. We'll just go through everything again."

I nodded in response and sighed in relief.

It had been about two months Tyler began tutoring me. Tyler my fucking crush. My fucking love.

It wasn't as bad as I had expected it to be. Tyler was genuinely a nice guy, sometimes I did feel him get fed up with me and then he'd noticed I noticed so he'd apologize.

I was no nerd, just an average guy trying to survive in high school.

He was a nice guy with slight anger issues. He was still my love, though.

The person I had yearned for for years. He was still my Tyler. I knew he couldn't—wouldn't ever be mine... but in my head I made it seem as if he was. In my head everything was better. Imagination.

Sometimes I wondered if he noticed. Didn't he noticed how I blushed whenever he grinned or clapped at me when he was proud of me? Or whenever we touched accidentally, I'd bring my hand back as soon as possible, my cheeks blushing as red as a tomato? Didn't he notice when I looked at him with so much love—adoration in me eyes that I felt like I could burst?

I guess he didn't.

After an hour and a half of repeating stuff and then me answering his questions, we were done.

"Thanks." I murmured, not looking in those gorgeous eyes.

"You're very very welcome." He said. I could literally feel him grinning when he said that, his aura emitting so much warmth. "Hmm, do you want me to bring you back home?"

I shook my head quickly, my eyes still on the soft carpet, my feet that were clad with socks clenched and unclenched their toes on the carpet.

I could feel his eyes glare daggers on my skin.

"Why not? You always tell me no, but don't you live like an half hour away? What are you going to do? Walk?" He said, looking at me with disbelief. When I didn't answer he scoffed. "Not today, buddy."

"You never have a problem with me walking." I frowned at the carpet. 

"I changed my mind." He stated, standing up with a quick movement as he stated the simple sentence. "C'mon, go wear your shoes."

I quickly went to the front door, where my shoes were perched. My eyes widened. I forgot how difficult my shoes were to put on.

They were still my favourite ones, though.

Tyler, seeing my misery, quickly tried to help me out. He kneeled infront of me, taking the shoes in his hands and putting it on my feet in a swift movement.

I gaped at him, my brown eyes surprised. "T—Thanks."

He smirked, slowly. "You're welcome, Jack."

All night... I had felt some type of way about Tyler, he acted different. It were small differences. For example, instead of taking his pencil, he took mine or maybe  that he sat way closer than he did before. I also noticed that he smirked at me so much more. The butterflies in my stomach only intensified, my love only growing stronger.

"You ready?"

I shook myself out of my zone and nodded at him with a small smile. The moment he opened up the door and we stepped out, I began shivering, forgetting I hadn't brought a jacket.

Around five hours ago, the weather was fine. No coldness, slightly windy, and the sun was up! Maybe, I should have checked the weather before coming to his house without jacket.

I quickly slung my arms around myself, looking at the ground. So cold. Suddenly, I felt warmer, a heavy jacket draped around my body.

"Here, I'll help you zip up." Tyler muttered, as he helped me get in the jacket and zip it up. "A little big on you, but that's okay." He smirked, suddenly. "Do you like it big?"

I choked on nothing, stopping us from walking to his big—grand car. "Uhm... I–I don't.."

"I meant the jacket. Do you like jackets big or not?"  His smug look couldn't be unseen. He knew what he was doing, he was teasing me!

I couldn't help but let hope bloom inside my chest. He was Tyler fucking Jones. Loved by everyone, football captain, best of the best.

He was it.

I didn't come close.

I let the hope die, and returned to the present.

"Uhm yeah, I always wear a size bigger." I answered a bit dejectedly, still sour about never going to have him.

"A size bigger... good." His tone caught me a little of guard, something so dominant in it.

I bit my lip, shaking my head.

"I'm sorry if I'm an inconvenience."  I murmured, feeling awkward about taking his stuff.

"You're not an inconvenience." He said, turning to me and gripping my chin with his hand.

I yelped in response.

"I took your jacket, and now you're bringing me to my house while we have school tomorrow!" I exclaimed.

He furrowed his eyebrows, only getting hotter—if that was even possible. "I gave you my jacket, and I want to bring you to your house. Even then, it was my idea to tutor you today, it's nowhere near your fault, you hear me?"

I stared at the most gorgeous man in awe.

"You hear me?"

I quickly nodded in response and he smirked.

"Good. Now, let us get you home quickly, hmm?"

I nodded again in response.

Throughout the drive he didn't talk much, only asking one question.

"Is anyone home?"

No one was.

"Uhm.. no. My mom isn't home and I don't have any siblings." I answered.

"Hmm."

I thought I even heard a 'good',  but probably not.

I wish.

The one thing I really was surprised of was that he didn't need any directions to my house. As if he had been here already. It was so strange because I had never told him where I lived.

"Thanks for the ride." I said, kinda awkwardly. I just wanted him to drive off as soon as possible.

I wasn't as rich as him. His villa was big and powerful, and my house was... not. I wasn't ashamed or something, no I was still so proud of my mom for getting this far. Although she never really talked to me.

We weren't rich, my sperm donor was, but he left us. He left us for... who knows what. Mom never really liked talking about him, but that's okay because I don't give a flying shit about him.

"You zone out so much." Tyler whispered, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I gaped, apologizing.  Maybe he thought I was being rude!

"You don't have to apologize. It's cute."

I gaped even harder, my pale cheeks blushing hard.

"You know... I've noticed things. Things about you. You always look at me in this way I first couldn't explain, but then I began seeing it more and more. When I'm sitting with my friends or I'm just walking casually through the hallway, you always looked at me that way. With love." He admitted, coming closer to me, his hot breath fanning my red and embarrassed face. "Then, suddenly, I have to tutor you. The creepy guy who always stared at me. The thing is you weren't just looking at me... you were admiring me."

I felt like I could burst out in tears. He knew!

"Hey, don't cry, I'm not finished yet." He frowned, placing his big hand on my red cheek.

I closed my eyes, listening to his voice as he spoke further.

"You weren't as bad as I expected, on the contrary—you were better than I ever could have imagined. If you're wondering when I began noticing... a week ago. I wanted to be sure, and today I am. I like you, Jack." He murmured. "Not just like, I love you."

I was gay, but since when was he?

"You're gay?" I squeaked out in shock, still trying to be cautious.

"Not gay. I'm yours."

My blush that had weakened, began intensifying immediately after his words.

He was mine?

"You've only liked me for a week. How can you say you love me?" I murmured, confused.

"Because I've liked you for a while, now." He said, his hand still on my cheek, stroking it softly.

"A while?" I whispered out, enjoying the way his fingers stroked my warm cheek. "For how long?"

He licked his lips, debating if he should tell me or not. My eyes drifted to them, hungrily. "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

I pouted, slightly and when he laughed at my response I couldn't help but grin in return. So beautiful, and... mine?

"I want you to be mine, Jack. All mine." He stated, possessiveness could be heard in his voice.

"I want you to be mine, too, Tyler." I've wanted to be yours for so long, my love.

"Then, do you want to be my boyfriend? I know it isn't as romantic as it should be but I can stilll—"

My lips halted his words, pressing awkwardly against his pink ones. So soft. 

I've wanted to taste his lips for so long... and now finally I have.

I quickly pulled away when he still didn't kiss back, blushing in agony.

"I shouldn't have—"

It was his turn to kiss me, halting my words. Being interrupted had never felt so good.

Wet lips pressed against each other, hands tangled in each other's hair, teeth biting at lips, tongues dancing with each other.

"I love you so much, Jack Richards."

"I love you so much, too, Tyler Jones." I muttered, looking in those eyes that had started my feelings altogether.

It was perfect.

He was perfect.

We were perfect.

And now I knew...

I could feel those beautiful blue eyes look at me with the same love I felt for him.

I could feel his pink lips meeting mine.

Tyler Jones loved me.

And that's why—ladies and gentlemen—I would forever and always be his.

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Ok sorry— but I'm tired lol.

You guys, this is literally the first boyxboy book thingy I'm making tf. It's just, I find it hard to write boyxboy. I do try to engage it in my books, though. But now..... IM MAKING A WHOLE FREAKING BOOK THINGY YAY.

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