Dear Reader, this chapter is RESTRICTED for its sexual content. Therfore if you'd like to still read it go to my profile and search "High School Scandal (Restricted Version)" You can read chap 14 there. I'm putting any rated R chapters for this story there just to keep the original PG-13.

Thanks!

~Cookie~

(update) 1/4/2015 : I thought i might as well add this on here since wattpad put it as rated R :P

~Derek's POV~

What the hell am I doing?

      I keep asking myself that as I let Evan draw me further into the bed. Evan. My best bud. Evan...who is a guy. This was Evan. EVAN. What the hell did I think I was doing? Why am I kissing him? Why? It was something I needed to find out.

      Evan broke the kiss and stared at me. I stared back, wondering why I haven't noticed before how green his eyes were. How they burned bright even in this dim lightening under thick lashes. Damn. Why the hell am I noticing all this now? He had said that homoness wasn't contagious...so why was I feeling this way? Even though he was a guy...why did I find him so damn pretty?

     "You changed your mind," his soft voice brought me back from my thoughts. "I knew that you would...it's for the best."

      "No," I grasped his wrist, "no. I didn't change my mind."

      "You should."

      I shook my head. "I wont."

      "You're so stubborn."

      "You should know that by now."

      My eyes searched his face and frowned. Why the hell did he look so calm? I couldn't tell anything from that stone face of his. What was he thinking? Damn it, why wont he let me in?

      "Derek..."

      I shook my head. I knew that voice. I wasn't going to let him talk me out of this. This was something I felt like I had to do to confirm my own identity. I'm not the kind of guy who keeps running from the truth. If what I felt for Evan was attraction...then so be it.

      "I'm going to touch you more," I told him, trying to prepare him when I was actually trying to prepare myself. Touching another guy...a part of my brain told me it was sick. But damn it if an even bigger part wasn't more curious. It didn't make sense. The thought of touching another guy made me feel weird and disgusted. But the thought of just touching Evan...well...that was a different story.

      "Go ahead," he said, laying back against the pillows, "touch me."

     I stared at his chest to his stomach. I've known that he'd always had an athletic figure, the type that girls drooled over. Taunt muscles, flat abs that was forming a six pack. Yeah, he was a guy alright but for a guy he sure was slender. Of course he was bonier looking than a girl. Girls were softer but still...Evan looked soft.

      I found myself reaching out a hand to place a palm against his stomach. I felt him stiffen and I looked up. Evan stared back at me, waiting, watching. Calm and composed as ever. And you know what? That irritates the shit out of me. Makes me want to see a totally different expression on his face, one that he's never shown to others.

      What did he look like in the throes of passion? Suddenly, I wanted to find out.

      My brows furrowed as I stared at my hand on his stomach. Okay...what do I do now? If he had been a girl I would have fondled her breast until she begged me to stop then keep going. But Evan wasn't a girl. And he didn't have breasts. Not female ones.

      Shit.

      "Derek?"

     "Hold on," I said, "let me think."

      "Think about what?"

      "How I'm going to start this."

      "Do you want me to..."

     "No," I shook my head. "I'm doing this." I started it and I sure in the hell will be the one to finish it.

      Alright. In the homo comics the guys playing the bottom role always like to have their nipples touched. I glanced at Evan. Would he like that sort of thing? Only one way to find out. I hesitated for a second but went right ahead and brushed a thumb over his right nipple. Almost instantly, they grew hard.

      I looked at him under my lashes, checking for any sign of response, any sign of emotion on his face. Evan stared back at me. Damn, he still wasn't showing anything. So I tried again, this time delibratly slowing my pace as I brushed my thumb against his nipple again. This time there was a reaction. Something flashed on his face but was quickly gone.

      And he thought I was stubborn.

      I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over the nipple. And this time there was no mistake about it. His body trembled. He might not want me to think that he was feeling anything but his body was more honest. It betrayed just how badly I affected him and damn if I didn't feel smug about it.

      Growing more excited at the thought of seeing his face with desire, I nibbled on the nipple, rolling the small bead around my tongue. I heard his deep intake of breath and I saw that as a good sign. At least I was doing something right.

      I turned my attention to his left nipple and did the same thing, biting, nibbling until he was arching his back with every flick of my tongue. He seemed more sensitive on his right nipple. I tucked that discovery away for a rainy day. Might come in handy.

      I pulled back to get a good look on his face. Evan had his face half turned from me, the back of his hands pressed against his cheek. His face was flushed, mouth slightly parted open. He looked vulnerable and erotic as hell. Definitely a side that no one has seen before...and no one else but me will ever see if I had anything to say about it.

      The sudden rush of possessiveness scared the shit out of me but it was there. Strong and powerful. The thought of any other guy or girl seeing him like this pissed me off.

     "Derek?" Evan's hoarse voice caught my attention. He looked at me from under heavy lashes, eyes questioning.

     I crawled towards him until I hovered above him. Slowly, I leaned down and brushed my lips against his.When he parted his lips I took it as an invite to go even further, deepening the kiss. Our tongues clashed, slow, sensual.

     Nope. Kissing him definitely didn't disgust me.

     I broke our kiss, skimming a hand down his stomach to the front of his jeans. I hesitated, eyes connecting with his for permission. When he didn't make a move to stop me, I unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the zipper. My fingers trembled, heart thumping against my chest, pounding into my ears. The sound of his zipper going down seemed to echo in the room, making me even more nervous.

     Shit, why am I shaking? Yeah, I was doing this with another guy but it's not like I'm not experience. I've been with enough girls to not be nervous anymore...but they weren't Evan. He must have noticed my trembling hands and hesitation because he lifted up his hips and pushed his own pants down. Snapping out of it, I pulled it the rest of the way and tossed it on the floor.

     I stared at his brief and hesitated. Evan was responding to me better than I thought. He was practically straining against his briefs. I glanced up at him and met his eyes. A slow blush developed on his cheeks and he looked away, clearly embarrassed.

     I grinned. "So your attracted to me after all."

     He shrugged, refusing to look at me.

     "For how long?"

     He didn't respond.

     "Evan?"

     Still he wouldn't look at me.

     I lifted myself up towards him and caught his face between my hands. I forced him to look at me. "How long?"

    The fear in his eyes struck me. What was he afraid of? Did he think that I would be mad at him if he admitted being attracted to me from the start? Okay, yeah, two weeks ago I would have been disturbed by the idea but now...now it was different. I didn't blame him from keeping it from me. Hell, the first time he told me he was gay my first reaction had been to turn him straight again. A lot of good that did us.

      Still, a part of me wanted him to admit it out loud. So I asked again. "How long?"

      Evan stared up at me. He swallowed before finally answering. "A while."

    Which probably meant a long time. Damn. Why hadn't I ever noticed? Probably because this guy had the world's best poker face. And probably because I never thought to think that my closest male friend would be attracted to me like that.

    To my shock, Evan's eyes filled up with tears. I froze and stared at him. What the fuck? What did I do!? Why was he crying? I started to panic. Shit, Evan never cried. At least never in front of me.

    "Don't look at me," he snapped, covering his eyes with his hands. "I look pathetic."

      Pathetic? Is that what he thought I thought of him? Frowning, I grabbed his wrists and removed his hands from his face. "I don't think you're pathetic." To prove it, I leaned down and kissed the corner of his eye. His tears tasted like salt on my tongue but I didn't stop. I went to the other eye and kissed that one too.

     Evan stared up at me, eyes wide. Then he lifted himself up on his elbows and kissed me. And suddenly, there was no longer room for conversation. I kissed him back, our kissing growing more urgent by the second with every stroke of our tongues.

     Evan grabbed my shoulders, hands sliding down my arms as we continued to kiss. That only stimulated me more, my body responding to the feel of his caress against my skin. Suddenly we were both trying to yank my jeans off, pulling it down and tossing it right along with Evans on the floor.

      I groaned when our fronts skimmed one another, hissing when Evan decided to reach around me to grope my ass to grind us against one another even harder. Below me, he moaned, closing his eyes and biting his lips with ecstasy.

     I found his expression erotic as hell. I've never seen him like this before. It was a side to him that I wanted to see more of.

     NOW.

    Grabbing his leg, I hiked it around my waist and grinded against him more, rocking our lower bodies together until we were both moaning as the friction of us rubbing together grew more intense.

      "Derek," Evan moaned, wrapping his arms around my neck and brought my lips down to his. Our lips locked, hot and uncontrollable. We were rocking against one another so hard that the bed was squeaking and you know what? I didn't give a damn if the bed broke. Evan's whimpers of pleasure was drowning out the noise, drawing my own pleasure.

     "Off," he panted, pushing my boxers down. "No barriers."

      I obliged all too willingly, eagerly slipping my boxers off and kicking it off the bed. I nearly choked when his hands wrapped around my erection. He lifted a brow at me and I grinned. Yeah...I know I'm impressive.

     His thumb skimmed against my tip and my grin vanished. I closed my eyes, groaning against his touch. He was a guy so he definitely knew how things worked below the belt. He had me panting and moaning in seconds as he played and teased me with every stroke.

    Fuck this. We'll feel good together.

     I grabbed his brief and pulled it down. When he sprung out on me I looked up at him and lifted my brows. He shot me a sheepish grin. Well...he was impressive himself. If any other guys dick was waving in my face I would have punched them but with Evan...he's an exception.

     Evan reached out and pressed them together and I hissed, closing my eyes. His hand began to move, stroking with deliberate slowness. I choked, gritting my teeth at the pleasure he was slowly killing me with.

      Slow...sweet...torture.

      Cursing, I grabbed his neck and brought his lips roughly against mine. He moaned and surrender to me, kissing me back with as much force as I was giving him. His hands were hot and sleek as his strokes grew faster and I found myself breaking the kiss and rocking my hips against his hold.

      But damn it...it wasn't enough.

      Frustrated, I grabbed his waist and flipped our position around. Evan's eyes widened, surprised as I made him straddle me. He tried to get away but I quickly grabbed him.

      "This is embarrassing," he said softly, cheeks turning red.

      I grinned, wiggling my brows. "It has a nice view."

      Before he could try to get away, I grabbed our members together and followed his example from earlier. Evan caught his breath, biting his lower lip to keep from making any noise.

      I leaned up and kissed him. "Don't do that. Let me hear your voice."

      I skimmed a thumb over his tip and he cried out. bracing himself above me. I settled back down and watched his face as I continued to stroke us together. No...there was nothing disgusting about him. His face flushed red, eyes closed in concentration to the pleasure, mouth slightly parted as he panted, trying desperately to hold in his moans.

      No...there was nothing disgusting about Evan.

     I reached out and brushed his hair away from his face, bringing his head down to capture his lips again as he rocked against me.

      "Go ahead," I said against his lips, "let go."

      "Can't," he panted, "together. Let's...go...together." He pushed me down and bit my nipple.

      "Shit," I hissed, pumping my hand faster.

      The pressure built with every sleek stroke, soaring higher and higher, climbing faster and faster. Until we were both there, reaching our peak at the same time. Above me, Evan cried out, arching his back as he spilt onto my hand. I hissed, buckling as I came even as my hand didn't stop stroking.

     Evan slumped on top of me, breathing heavy, body trembling. I pulled him against me, breathing just as heavy.

     "Sorry," he mumbled against my neck, panting. "Got it all over you."

    "Doesn't matter." Shit, my voice sounded shaky.

    "Any regrets?"

      "No."

     "I'll ask you the same question in the morning."

    "The answer will still be no."

    He snuggled against me. "You know what that means don't you?"

    "Yeah."

    I was definitely homo for Evan.

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(Cookie pops up by their window and sings:)

"Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more"

(Cookie wiggles brows)

"Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did"

(makes kissy faces outside of window)

"Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste"

(crawls in through window)

"Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body."

(Dances towards Evan and Derek, stripping)

"Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah
Oh oh oh oh yeah
Touch my body... "

Derek: *jumps out of bed naked* : Who the fuck are you?

Cookie: (O_O) *stops stripping* uuhhh...touch my body?

Evan: Get out!

Cookie: *runs and jumps out of window.* *jumps into a Mach 5 car*

"Go Speed Racer, go!!"

:P