30th June 2018, Saturday

I found myself knocking on your door again. I honestly tried to stay at home and not come over, but I couldn't really resist the urge. The door to your apartment flew open and a blonde guy greeted me with a confused looking smile on his face. His green eyes scanned me while his smile slowly came off his face and his eyebrows furrowed. "Do I know you?" he asked me, sounding so genuinely confused.

"I'm here for uh Dominic," I muttered softy. I don't know why I began to get bashful when your roommate had his eyes on me. I could have told that he was in no way judging me, but I still felt like crawling in a shell and hiding until you came to get me out.

You suddenly pushed passed him and appeared in front of me. You immediately planted a kiss on my lips and flashes of yesterday's events came back to me. I could have barely contained myself, even though it wasn't our first kiss. However, the day before is where I couldn't even function afterwards. After a pretty heavy make-out session with my boyfriend, it felt impossible to even move my pinky finger because I was so shocked. I never thought that that would have ever been me in that situation.

"Hey, enough of that. Are you coming in?" asked Adam. You pulled away from me and said to Adam, "Fuck off."

He chuckled softly and turned to walk into the apartment. I smiled up at you, feeling so content with what we are at the moment. Everything seemed to be perfect -- I wouldn't have wanted anything to change. My friends were happy, I was happy, and just by the look in your eyes, I could tell you were happy also. 

You led me inside your apartment. Adam was in the kitchen, with his phone in one hand and a glass of juice in the other. I spotted the dog in the same position as yesterday, and so I obviously went to the opposite couch. "So, hows the relationship?" Adam leaned his elbows on the counter which sort of separated the living room and the kitchen. He sipped his orange juice and smirked at us.

"Good..." I chuckled in a confused way. Adam smiled and came into the living room, where he took a seat next to the dog. "Now, listen mister, if you hurt my little boy, I will personally see to it that you get hurt back," Adam said in a fake fatherly tone, which was almost funny and had me laughing a bit.

"I'm not going to hurt him."

"You better not," he sipped the drink again, "I mean, you can slap him across the face if he's being too sickening, because he has a tendency of being like that-"

"No, I don't!" You instantly defended.

"Sure," Adam says, "He's fucking sickening as hell. He refuses to fucking clean the place, he never walks whiskey, he hates fucking cooking for me, he's just overall lazy as hell."

"No," you instantly say, "He expects me to clean his room -- which I'm not doing -- plus the bathroom, and the living room. And I do everything for whiskey... but you got me on the cooking thing."

I began to laugh, "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"I'm the only one who cooks in this place," Adam informed me.

"Well then you should do all the cleaning," I say to you.

"Yes!" Adam shouts in victory, "I love your boyfriend more than ever now."

"Wow, Nate, you're just perfect aren't you?"

"He's so right. I'm positive now that I'm leaving him in good hands," Adam says as he stood from his seat, with his juice and phone. As he passed me, he ruffled my hair and said, "I like you already." I laughed and shook my head, looking back at him go into his room. When I turned back to you, you only shook your head in disappointment. "I should dump you."

"Yeah, but you won't do that."

"Of course not." You leaned in and kissed my lips. The kiss lasted for a few seconds and I prayed it would have been more, but it wasn't. You pulled away to kiss my cheek. "So, how's Johnathan?" you asked me. I shrugged my shoulders, "He's okay.. I suppose.. I talked to him this morning on the phone. It was a pretty weird conversation..." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Like he fucking ran into someone from high school this morning -- and it was like so awkward." I began to laugh afterwards. You obviously didn't get why I was laughing, so you just chuckled. People at high school were the most hateful, so it would obviously be so fricking weird if you ran into them on the street. Johnathan, being the proud gay man he is, stared the person up and down then continued his run. I thought it was hilarious, considering the fact that there was no clique of haters to laugh at Johnathan. 

"You're high school experience must have been very pleasant." You said after I explained it all to you -- well almost all.

"Like fuck it was. I was known as the kid who hung out with the homos... you know... since I wasn't... out..."

"You were closeted in high school?"

"And like I'm still... closeted..."

Your eyes widened and I bit my bottom lip. "Really?"

"Y-yeah. The only people that know are like my friends and you... and now Adam. But my parents don't know -- and I highly doubt they even care, but I'd still like to tell them one day."

"Just tell them whenever you feel ready," you say to me. I smiled afterward. You didn't care that I wasn't out -- or that you'll never meet my parents any time soon -- or that we won't be able to do a lot in public. People don't rush up to me with cameras or anything like that, but it's still a risk to go kissing my boyfriend in public.

"Why do we even have to come out? I mean, heteros can just bring home their partner and it's all good -- but if we do everyone's all shocked. What the fuck?" I began to rant. "When are we going to be considered normal? How long have there been gay people? And it's still not what people consider 'normal'."

"I guess there are just some close minded people. We can't change their thinking," you told me. I nodded my head, "I hate those type of people."

"Well they don't necessarily like you either." I rolled my eyes at you but a smile appeared on my face. I blinked down at our hands entwined together and my smile remained. Do you know how much times I've dreamt about something like this? I've dreamt about just random moments with a guy I like who I'm actually comfortable with. I've prayed and hoped for someone to come along and just be perfect for me -- and I'd always tell myself 'those stuff never happen' but I couldn't help but feel like that with you. I felt so contented with everything in that moment.

We were completely silent -- the only thing producing sound was Adam's loud laughter in his bedroom, but that was it. And it wasn't even awkward for us. We just reveled in the silence, loving each and every second we had with each other; and I loved that. I wanted to stay like that forever. In that moment, I didn't care about my future and school and my parents or any of that shit. The only thing that seemed to matter was Dominic and Nate. It was perfect. It was a perfect moment.

I looked across at you, but found you already staring at me, and I started to blush. I faced front again and the redness in my cheeks were uncontrollable. "You're adorable." You kissed my cheek softly, but I still couldn't recover from what just happened. I still wasn't accustomed to it all. And can you blame me? I've been single and closeted my entire life.

"You can't do that," I finally spoke.

"Do what? Look at my boyfriend?" As the word 'boyfriend' left your lips I was certain I had melted into a puddle of hot butter. It's beyond me how I actually survived that. I'm not even exaggerating. The word sounded so heavenly coming from you. Maybe it was just my complete liking for everything that you do, but it really made me want to melt.

"Okay, okay, enough of this..." I moved around, but not by much, "Stop trying to fucking kill Nate."

"How am I trying to kill you?" you laughed.

"By being such a God. Now let's change the topic -- how's whiskey?" I quickly added.

You continued to laugh while you shook your head. I only stared at the dog, which, thankfully, lay lazily on the couch opposite us. Whiskey was a cute dog and all, I just really fear those things. I fear all animals -- sometimes I even fear humans. It's just how I am.

"He's a bit better... not really."

I chuckled, "I'm not thankful that your dog is probably dying...but then again I totally am (sorry), but like at least then it won't attack me."

You shoved me away gently, while hiding a smile, "Why am I in a relationship with you again?" You got up from your seat and went to the dog, while I just smiled. You pet the dog, and even called me to pet it with you, but I decline the lovely offer. I was convinced the dog would snap out at me and somehow kill me. I didn't want to die. After realizing my fear for your dog, yet again, you came back to me and crouched down right in front of me.

I held your face and shook my head, "I'm never getting close to that dog."

"Someday you'll have to."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you nodded your head, while I continued to shake mine. You grew closer and just like that, we began kissing again. It wasn't a slow kiss though, it was one of those rough ones (which I only read about) that makes me wonder if my jaw is going to fall off any time soon, but at the same time feel so much pleasure. You moved onto the couch right next to me, but that position was a bit uncomfortable, so I took the upper hand and pushed you backwards onto the couch, so that you were lying and I was straddled on top of you. 

I began to think that maybe I read too many sappy romance books with these things, but I shoved away that thought. Maybe I liked feeling like my life was a sappy romantic book -- its so much better than my actual life.

We continued to kiss and I felt you hands traveled down my body towards my ass. And frankly, I felt a bit awkward, not because of what you were doing ('cause that shit felt good) but because I was so fearful that someone could walk into the apartment, or Adam could walk out of his room, and the first thing they would have seen, was my ass in your hands. However, even with that thought twiddling around in my mind, I still didn't stop and I didn't tell you to stop.

I kissed down your jawline to your neck. I kissed and sucked and slightly bit until I was certain I found your sweet spot, and I memorized that. The sound of you moaning softly under your breath turned me on even more, and so I continued to pleasure you in that small way. I gyrated my hips (which was taught to me by Ryan) and it seemed to drive you crazy, which was what I as going for. 

Unfortunately, as I was just getting into it and accustomed to it, I heard Adam's voice right behind me saying, "Fuck, guys! Get a room." I immediately pushed myself off of you and took a seat on the far end of the couch, feeling yet another blush creep onto my cheeks. Adam went to the door and opened it quickly. I couldn't even look up to see who entered the apartment because I was so fucking embarrassed. 

You moved closer to me and pecked my cheeks before you stood up and went towards the door. "Hey guys," a female's voice greeted and it felt safer somehow knowing it was a girl who entered. But when I looked up, I saw three other people behind her. After you all greeted each other, the four of them turned their focus onto me. There were three guys and the female. Three fucking guys, all staring down at me.

"Who's this?" asked a male, with short bleach blonde hair. He was shorter than the other and didn't seem like a jerk type, so I figured I'd answer his question.

"Uh I'm Nathan."

"Dom's boyfriend," Adam said in the most uninterested way imaginable -- but I didn't actually took offence. I actually smiled at the way he said it. "Do you guys have drinks? 'Cause we're fucking struggling at the moment," Adam continued.

"Is that all you care about?" the female asked Adam, giving him a disappointed look. He stared at her for a moment before smiling and saying, "I care about you."

"Like fuck you do," another guy replied. This one was tall and chocolate skinned, with his dreads pulled to the back of his head. He too had an approachable look and so I cracked a smile at his comment to Adam.

"Hey, this is between Tori and I -- so stay out, Kellan," Adam says to his friend. Kellan waved him off then turned to me. "I suggest you dump Dom now, because this is what you're also signing up for." Kellan pointed to Adam. I chuckled softly, "I think I might be able to handle him."

"Trust me, you won't," Tori says, bushing past the guys and taking a seat next to me. You all seemed to follow after her and took a seat around the living room. I wasn't even sure how you ended up so far away from me, but I was left sitting next to Tori and Adam.

"Uh, I'm Dylan." He reached out and shook my hand. He was the first one who asked who I was, who I found okay to reply to. They all seem okay to answer now. 

"Oh, yeah, uh Tori."

"Kellan."

"I'm Benjamin." Benjamin seemed so reserved and kept to himself. He entered the apartment and he barely even said anything. He was so quiet but he didn't really seem upset with me for being with his friend, so I'd say it's just probably he was shy. I don't know. I can't assume that about a person. 

"I'm Adam, and I'm dying -- what do you guys have?"

"If you guys are going to do that shit, we're leaving," you stood from your seat next to Kellan. I furrowed my brows in confusion, but I didn't keep that face for very long. I knew I looked really retarded.

"Yeah, well we're going to do it, so see ya. Don't stay out too late. Where's the weed?" Adam says. I don't know why, but the way he said it sounded really funny and I began to laugh softly. Tori noticed me and she laughed also, "He's generally an asshole, okay." I nodded my head and went to say something, but you pulled me up from my seat. 

"Yeah, we're leaving."

"Uhm... okay... yeah, sure." All of them stared up at us, but no one said anything. 

"I'll be back later," you said to the group.

"Yeah, bye," Tori says, "And bye Nate!"

The others remained silent. I didn't sense any hate, I guess they were all just so eager to do what they were going to do that they completely ignored us after you said that we were leaving. When we were outside the apartment, I stopped you to ask, "What, are you not into that?"

You shook your head, "No. I don't drink, or smoke, or get high or whatever. It's just not for me." I smiled and nodded my head, "Good."