Disclaimer: First of all, I was above the age of 18 when I wrote this story and I own all rights to this. Any resemblance to actual living persons and places within this story is purely coincidental. If you are underage or it is illegal to view this story in your area, please hit the back button now. This story includes scenes of male teenagers engaged in male/male sex when permitted in the narrative. If you are uncomfortable with this, kindly exit now as well. Anyway, here goes:

 

 

I Think I’ve Flipped. Chapter 10.

 

 

(Will’s POV)

 

“So, how did your date with Sterling go?” Claire asked me with excitement. She was literally bouncing up and down beside me as I got stuff from my locker.

 

“Fine,” I said bluntly as I closed my locker and walked off.

 

“Just fine… Not great… Fun… Was it even special?” Claire asked me dumbfounded as she caught up with me.

 

“I’ve had a lot of things on my mind that night, okay Claire?” I snapped at her.

 

Of course, that statement was a complete understatement to what happened with me over the weekend. First of, I found out that Tyler still had feelings for me. So naturally, during the date he was all I could think about. And then, after the date, I found out that he’s seeing someone else. This confused me in more ways than one and I began to ask myself some important questions.

 

Was Tyler really serious about the email he sent? Or was that all a joke? Did he really have feelings for me? However, if he did, then why would he be on a date with a girl if he truly did like me? Was that a way to get back at Sterling and me? He wouldn’t know ran looking for him that night… or did he?  Shit, this is making my head hurt.

 

“Oh really.. Like what?” Claire asked me with genuine concern.

 

“Family problems,” I lied. There is no fucking way in hell I am talking about Tyler with Claire.

 

“Oh…” she said. “Do you want to talk about–?”

 

“No,” I answered her as I shot her a look which meant to drop it. I was thankful she got the hint.

 

When we rounded through the corner, I saw Tyler over at his locker with some of his football friends. They were laughing about something. I frowned; he must be talking about his hot date last Saturday.  I could feel my heart begin to break.

 

“Hey,” I said to Claire as I stopped walking. “I need to go the bathroom. I’ll catch you later okay?” I said to her as I walked the opposite direction.

 

“Uhh… okay,” Claire said as she watched me walk off.

 

The truth is, I didn’t really need to go to the bathroom. I just didn’t want Tyler to see me. After seeing him last Saturday on his date, I did my best to distance myself as far from him as possible. I haven’t answered any of his texts or his calls. Why?

 

Well, for one thing, I was angry at him. I have a gut feeling he sent that fucking e-mail just to toy with me. I mean, the jerk basically said he wanted to ask me out and what did he do? The asshole went on a fucking date with a girl! Honestly, can you think of a reason for that kind of behavior? I have gone over and over it in my mind, and I can’t.

 

Okay Will, you’re getting out of hand… You need to calm down and take a breath… Okay, that’s better.

 

The second reason why I’m avoiding him is because I’m hurt. Just seeing him makes my heart ache more. I don’t know if he intentionally sent that e-mail to spite me, but finding out he went on a date with a girl really stung. Jesus. Just thinking about him makes me want to curl into a ball and cry.

 

A second later, I found myself tearing up. Oh god, I can’t do this here not at school.

 

I ran to the nearest bathroom. I can’t let anyone see me like this! I need to wash my face.

 

When I walked inside the men’s bathroom, I immediately went to the sink and washed my face. Thank goodness no one else was in there. The last thing I needed was for someone to see my puffy red eyes.

 

I stared at my reflection. A cold, sad, and lonely individual stared back at me. Why am I beating myself up over this? I forced myself to smile. I’ve got history class later on in the morning. The last thing I want is for Rocky to start asking some questions why I’m acting so glum. When I saw how incredibly fake it was, I laughed.  I have to look on the bright side of things. At least I’m finding some amusement in all this drama.

 

I tore off some tissue paper off the dispenser and wiped my face before I walked into the hallway and to my first class.

 

Later on that day, Rocky also made it a habit to pester me over what happened on my date, I gave the vaguest details to him just as I had done with Claire. I wonder if Sterling had already talked to them about it. I wonder what he said about me. Maybe he’ll tell them that I was such a disappointment. Oh well, I’ll figure out soon. Lunch is almost here.

 

Rocky and I went to the lunchroom and quickly bought our food. Not that any of it ever looked good. I swear the school lunches are becoming more and more hideous every single today. Yet for some reason, I always forget to bring my own lunch to school.

 

When we got to our table, Claire and Taylor weren’t there yet. It was only Sterling. I frowned. Great, now Rocky will have  all the freedom in the world to ask us questions. I am not looking forward to this.

 

“Hey, where are Claire and Taylor?” Rocky asked Sterling as he sat down across from him.

 

“I’m not quite sure. I reckon they went to the auditorium for those positions in the school yearbook. They’ve been talking non stop about it since this morning,” Sterling said to Rocky.

 

When I sat down, beside Rocky, Sterling looked at me and gave me a shy smile.

 

“Hi Will,” he said with a blush.

 

“Oh… hello,” I replied quite awkwardly. Okay, this is so weird.

 

Rocky looked between the two of us before saying, “Okay! I can’t take this any longer! Can any one of you tell me how you’re date went? Claire and I have been trying to get you guys to talk, but no one is budging!”

 

I looked at Sterling who also stared back at me. Oh great, he didn’t say anything. He’s waiting to see if I thought the date went well.  He’s a sly dog.

 

“Well?” Rocky demanded.

 

“It was good,” I lied again. “Sterling took me to watch a movie and then dinner. I think I killed the mood a little.”

 

“What?” Rocky shouted, very much confused. A few students near us looked at us with mild interest.

 

“No you didn’t!” Sterling interjected. “Will just had a lot on his mind that night, but everything turned out all right in the end didn’t it?” he asked me.

 

I looked at Sterling in surprise. He was giving me an encouraging smile. He was basically saying that everything was under the bridge. I got a feeling he’s still very much into me.

 

“Y.. yeah,” I said, forcing a little smile.

 

“Did you guys kiss?” Rocky asked in a whisper.

 

I gave Rocky a look. He had a mischievous smile on his face. Clearly he was hinting at much more than a kiss.

 

“Yes Rocky. Sterling and I kissed,” I replied much to Rocky’s amusement. Sterling on the other hand frowned at my response. He didn’t think I would actually give away every little detail of our date.

 

“Ha I knew it! Claire and I-”

 

“And then after that, I sucked him off in my bedroom and let him fuck me. Then, my brothers came inside and got so turned on that they decided to watch. And while Sterling was giving me a good fuck, Marco went behind Sterling and fucked him too. It was such a hot night. We would have called you, but you probably couldn’t handle it,” I told Rocky.

 

I looked at both faces staring at me. Sterling was holding back some laughter while Rocky had a shocked expression on his face.

 

“Did that really happen?” Rocky asked as a bead of sweat fell down his temple.

 

“Of course not you dumbass!” I laughed thoroughly amused at Rocky’s discomfort. Sterling couldn’t hold it in either. He laughed out loud as well.

 

“Fuck you guys!” Rocky hissed annoyed and angry over being so gullible.

 

“I told you, we already did that!” I said as I innocently smiled at him again. Sterling laughed once again.

 

“Oh my god! Not listening!” Rocky said as he covered his ears in despair causing me and Sterling to laugh even harder.

 

Oh god, my stomach was hurting so much. Seeing Rocky in such an awkward situation was priceless.

 

I looked at Rocky again and saw that he was still basically covering his ears. I let out a few more laughs until I saw Tyler looking at me at the other end of the lunchroom. And as soon as we locked eyes on each other, my laughter died in an instant.

 

He had a strange expression on his face. To be honest, I couldn’t read if he was angry, bitter, or annoyed. His face had a rather vacant almost blank look about it, but there was this some sort of passion behind those eyes of his. Now as to what those expressions could be, I’m completely clueless.

 

I looked away from him and started talking to Rocky and Sterling. Every now and then, I’d glance back at Tyler’s table and found him still staring at me. Shit, This is creepy.

 

I have a feeling he’s angry or pissed. He’s been messaging me over the weekend when I’m free to do the project, but after seeing him on the date last Saturday, I can’t force myself to talk to him. If I do, I might regret things I may say to him.

 

When he stood up from the football table, I couldn’t help but stare at him. When he walked off into the hallway, he gave me a glance before walking off. When he did, I looked away in discomfort.

 

Okay, I saw it in his eyes. He was angry.

 

 

“What are you doing here?” I asked Tyler who was sitting on the steps of our front porch. School was over for the day and I was pleasantly surprised that I didn’t run into the blonde for the rest of the day. But lo and behold, here he was waiting for me at my house.

 

“We need to talk Will,” he told me seriously as he stood up.

 

“No we don’t,” I said coldly as I walked past him up to the front door. I was about to open the door, when Tyler suddenly pushed it closed. I looked behind me and found him staring down at me with a serious face.

 

“Yes, we do,” he said slowly in a tone that meant he was all business.

 

Oh god, this was the moment I was dreading. I’m not ready to talk yet.

 

When he didn’t notice me protesting, he raised his hand off the door and stood against the railings on our porch.

 

“What’s your problem Will? Why haven’t you been responding to any of my messages? I’ve been trying to get us to finish that art studies assignment, but it looks like you’re not interested,” he told me as he crossed his arms against his chest.

 

I just looked at him silently.

 

“Look Will, I don’t want to fail okay? Do you want to finish it now?” he asked me.

 

“I… I can’t,” I said as I looked down on the floor.

 

“Why?” Tyler asked.

 

“I just can’t… deal with you now,” I snapped as I looked back at him.

 

Tyler narrowed his eyes at me before asking, “Are you pissed at me? Because the last time I checked, you’re the jerk around here.”

 

“Excuse me?” I asked him. How did I become the jerk here? He’s the one who fucking went on a date here. And here he is acting like nothing is wrong.

 

“Uhh.. yeah. I’m trying to get us to finish this project and you’ve been nothing but a little bitch to me lately by ignoring me,” Tyler said calmly as he stared at me.

 

“How dare you say I’m acting like an asshole when you’re the one…” I trailed off as I felt my body tremble in anger. William! You need to calm down and keep your temper in check.

 

“I’m the one who what? I knew it. You are angry at me. Well, go on. Tell me,” Tyler said as he egged me on.

 

I glared at him. “Like you didn’t know what you did,” I snapped at him.

 

“Me? What did I do?” he asked back.

 

I snorted at him. “And the fact that you’re here lying about it makes it so much worse,” I said as I shook my head in disgust.

 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked me in annoyance.

 

“Don’t play dumb with me Tyler. I know what you did!” I shouted at him.

 

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” Tyler asked once again as he marched up at me. He was just a few inches away from my face. We both stared hardly at one another.

 

“Is there a problem?”

 

Tyler and I looked beside us and saw Blake standing against the doorway of the front door. He wasn’t looking at me though. He was staring icily at Tyler.

 

Marco appeared from behind Blake and he had a more menacing stare directed at Tyler.

 

“Blake asked you a question Will,” he said to me, but was still staring at Tyler. Tyler just narrowed his eyes at them.

 

“No, everything’s fine,” I told my brothers. “Tyler was just leaving” I told them as I glared at Tyler.

 

As soon as he heard me say that, Tyler gave me a glare before turning his gaze back to my brothers. They were still giving him a really cold glare although Marco was already cracking his fists at him.

 

Tyler grunted before he retreated down the lawn and back to his home across the street.

 

Marco came over to me, gave me a good shoulder hug before asking, “You okay?”

 

“I will be,” I replied with a sigh. That didn’t go so well.

 

“What was that all about?” Blake asked me.

 

“Oh you know the usual… Tyler breaking my heart again,” I murmured as I brushed past the twins to head inside. The twins looked at each other. They’re doing it again. Twin telepathy.

 

“What do you mean again?” Blake asked as he rushed inside beside me.

 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I replied as I dragged myself up the stairs.

 

Marco followed Blake shortly and said “Will… You need to-”

 

“I said I don’t want to talk about it!” I shouted at them before running towards my room and slamming the door behind me. As soon as I locked it, I found tears falling down from my eyes.

 

Great Will. You’re crying once again. I slumped down against the door, hugged my knees and wept.

 

How could he act like that? How could Tyler act like nothing’s happened? He sent me that e-mail for crying out loud! He acted like he never sent it in the first place. I thought he liked me? Then why would he go out on a date and lie about that? Why? Why??

 

 

 

(Tyler’s POV)

 

“Fuck,” I let out a small snarl as I raced through the hallways of Ridgemont High. I looked at my watch. Okay, I am now ten minutes late for my art studies. For some reason, I can’t find the goddamn art studies classroom.

 

I stopped when I saw the plaque on a door that said “Room 204”. I frowned in annoyance. Normally, you would think that Room 204 would be in the second floor. But no, this Room 204 was on the fourth floor. Don’t ask me why. I don’t have a fucking clue.

 

I slowly turned the doorknob and poked my head inside to take a look. I can see a few faces stare at my direction.

 

“Aaaah… Mr. Beaumont. How nice of you to join us.”

 

I looked at my right and saw a really handsome guy standing in front of the blackboard looking at me. Holy shit. Is this our teacher? This guys is fucking hot.

 

“Sorry… I kinda got lost,” I said sheepishly as I fully opened the door and stepped inside.

 

“Well, I’ll let it slide this time. Go find an empty chair and take a seat,” the teacher said as he waved to the back.

 

I gave a small smile before I turned towards the rest of the class. I noted there were a lot of girls in this class. They probably signed up after finding out that their teacher was a hunk.

 

I saw Will staring at me from the back. He was sitting alone in the back row. When he saw me look at him, he rolled his eyes and looked outside the window. I gave a small scoff. No way am I sitting next to him over what happened yesterday afternoon. I found an empty chair in one of the middle rows and sat down.

 

I have a feeling Will is staring at me from behind. Honestly, I really had no idea what his deal is. Ever since we kissed, there was this awkwardness between us. That I get… But the part I don’t get is he’s been nothing but cold and a real bitch to me after the weekend. I don’t know why though. What’s his fucking problem anyway? He was him the one who said we shouldn’t be hanging out as much, but when I asked him to work on the assignment, the guy practically blew his top off. Then there is this nonsense of me knowing what I did to make him angry at me? Is it is time of the month or something? Do gay guys have that as well?

 

I shook those thoughts out of my head and concentrated on the lesson. Our teacher was talking about some other theories wherein we can use to study pop culture. Boring stuff if you ask me.

 

I found out from my seatmate that our hot teacher’s name is Vincent Irons. Pretty weird since I have a teammate whose name is Vincent as well.

 

Once the lecture was over, Mr. Irons asked the class to pass  the assignment to the front before we start on the class exercise. I rummaged through my backpack and passed my paper to the front. Since Will didn’t like to participate, I had to do the rest of the assignment myself. I still included his name though. I’m not that heartless. Besides, he was the one who drew the sketches of our house.

 

The exercise was pretty confusing. We were supposed to write an essay on what makes a certain thing be considered art. To be honest, I had no clue to the answer. I pretty much bullshitted my way through the assignment.

 

When class was over, I heard Mr. Irons say, “Will and Tyler, I’d like to see you before you leave please.”

 

Huh. Why? I looked at Mr. Irons with confusion as he waited for both me and Will to approach him.

 

I glanced behind Will who held a surprised and confused face as well. I approached the teacher’s desk. Once Will reached the desk, everyone else had left already.

 

“Gentlemen,” Mr. Irons said. “I’d like to know why you submitted two copies of your assignment,” he calmly said as he looked both at us in the eyes.

 

“What?” Will and I both simultaneously asked in disbelief.

 

Mr. Irons waved two pieces of reports in his hand before laying it down on the table. “This one,” he said as he pointed to the report on the left, “was the report I got from Will.” I looked at Will in surprise. Holy shit. Don’t tell me… “And this one,” Mr. Irons continued, “was the report I got from you, Tyler.”

 

I looked back at Mr. Irons who had a disappointed look on his face.

 

“Now, the only reason I can think of why you would submit two reports is both of you didn’t work as a pair and did these on your own,” Mr. Irons said  as he continued to look at us. “The reason why I made this assignment as pairs was that each one of you could learn something different and new about their partner. I was hoping you guys would be able to do just that. I’m greatly disappointed in the both of you.”

 

Will and I hung our heads in shame, but I couldn’t help but to feel annoyed at my neighbor. I specifically asked him over the last couple of days to finish the project, but he just kept blowing me off. I’d figured I’d finish the report myself. But no, Will does the exact same thing!

 

“Now, as your punishment, not only will you receive an unsatisfactory grade on your work, but you’re also going to spend two weeks in detention everyday after school,” Mr. Irons said as he began to write on a piece of paper.

 

“WHAT?!” I screamed out loud. Will visibly jumped and gave me a glare. Mr. Irons also was also surprised as he looked up to me.

 

“Is there a problem with this Tyler?” he asked me as he gave me a sordid look.

 

“Two weeks? That’s unfair!” I shouted at him. “Besides,” I said, cutting off Mr. Irons before he can speak, “I have football practice. I can’t show up late for those. The coach will kill me!”

 

“Well then, I guess I’m going to have to write the coach a letter regarding your tardiness at future practices,” Mr. Irons said with a mischievous smile. “Besides, you wouldn’t be in this predicament if both of you did the actual assignment together.”

 

I started protesting, “But-”

 

“We can make it three weeks if you want Tyler. Just say the word,” our teacher said.

 

“Tyler, shut up!” Will hissed at me. I looked at him with annoyance. He had a pissed off look. What the fuck are you getting all pissed about for? You’re the reason why we’re in this mess in the first place. Besides, it’s not like you have anything important to do after school.

 

Mr. Irons handed Will the detentions slip and told us to march our butts down to the detention room at the ground floor. Will walked out of the room first; I followed his footsteps.

 

This can’t be happening. Two weeks of detention? That’s just isn’t fucking fair. I glared at Will’s figure in front of me. It’s all his fault! Something is clearly up his ass nowadays!

 

When we reached the detention room, we found it deserted except for one of the substitute teachers inside. Will handed him the note. The teacher looked at both of us before telling us to sit down. Will sat at the very back, while I sat at the very front. I don’t want to look at Will right now. Just seeing him makes my blood boil.

 

“Okay boys, you know the rules. No talking, no cellphones, nothing,” the teacher said as he sat down behind the desk and started reading his newspaper.

 

This is going to be a shitty detention. I think I looked at the clock on the wall every five minutes or so. Fuck. Why does time move so slow when you’re not having fun?!

 

Fifteen minutes after we arrived, the door opened and a girl popped in. She looked at me and Will before turning to the teacher.

 

“Uhhh… sir. Someone accidentally smashed one of the windows in your car,” she said.

 

“WHAT?!” our detention proctor exclaimed as he sat up in surprise. “Shit! That car was brand new too! Dammit!” he shouted as he proceeded to the door.

 

“Oh! You guys wait for me to come back,” he said, looking at the both of us before disappearing into the hallway with the girl.

 

When he left, I turned around and face Will who was busy staring down at the floor in boredom. I stood up and marched all the way down the aisle.

 

“This is all you fault!” I shouted as I stood in front of him. I was eyeing him with contempt as he looked up at me in annoyance.

 

“Excuse me?” he replied.

 

“If you only agreed to finish the stupid assignment with me in the first place, this wouldn’t be happening. Now, I’m going to be late for football practice!” I said through gritted teeth.

 

“Oh boo fucking boo hoo. The football king is going to be late for practice. Alert the president; it’s the end of the world!” Will said in mocked amazement.

 

“What the fuck is your problem Will?! After the weekend, you’ve been acting like a jerk to me! I’m fed up with it all,” I shouted.

 

Will just rolled his eyes in response.

 

“What the fuck?! What’s your problem anyways?” I said as I slammed my fists onto Will’s table. He visibly jumped in surprise before looking at me with a deadly glare.

 

“Like you didn’t know what you did,” Will muttered in annoyance.

 

“You keep saying that to me, but I didn’t do anything to you! You’re the one with the fucking problem!” I shouted back.

 

“You didn’t do anything?! Bullshit!” Will shouted back at me. He stood up, slightly trembling and looked at me. “You didn’t do anything?! First you kissed me out of the blue, freaking me out. I mean this is the captain of the football team you’re talking about. He couldn’t be gay. That’s just not possible. So I pushed you away by going on a stupid date with Sterling. But then, you go on and e-mail me that you actually have feelings for me right before my date. So naturally, all I could think about was you. When I finally decided to tell you how I feel, I see you on a date with a girl!” he spat out, tears falling down the side of his face.

 

I looked at him in shock. What was he talking about?

 

“Tell me what I’m supposed to feel Tyler! Because right now, I feel like I’m nothing more of a joke to you. Someone you can play around with and make fun of!” Will announced. “Well, aren’t you going to say something?” he asked me, as he crossed his arms in annoyance.

 

I looked at him in confusion. Where was all this coming from? What e-mail was he talking about? I didn’t send him anything. “I didn’t e-mail you anything,” I told him.

 

He looked at me as if I was crazy. “What do you mean you didn’t e-mail me? Last Saturday, I received an e-mail from you saying that you liked me and that you wished we had a chance,” he said, getting more and more abrasive.

 

Holy shit. That e-mail I wrote for Will… That was the one? Shit, he wasn’t supposed to see that! Oh my fucking god. I must have sent it by accident.

 

“Well, judging from your expression, you know exactly what e-mail I’m talking about,” he told me.

 

“You weren’t supposed to see that…” I told him, my voice failing.

 

“What do you mean, I wasn’t supposed to see that?” he asked me in annoyance.

 

“That e-mail… I must have accidentally sent it by mistake… I… It wasn’t ready,” I told him as I looked him in the eyes. As soon as I said that, Will became awfully silent. Shit.

 

“Oh… I see. It was a mistake… Great,” Will said as he paced around the room, laughing to himself. “That’s funny Tyler. Oh look, here’s Will! I’ll make him fall in love with me and then break his heart by going out with a girl,” he said in mocked laughter. I could see him tearing up a bit.

 

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Just when he finally learned about my true feelings, he finds out that I went on a date. Oh god. What he must have thought afterwards… I could see him trembling either from pain or embarrassment.

 

“Will…” I said as I approached him as I raised my arms to offer him a hug.

 

“Don’t touch me!” Will said venomously as he backed away from me. My heart broke there. I could see tears falling down his face. Great… I hurt him again.

 

“Will, please… I’m sorry,” I pleaded.

 

“Just stay away from me!” he said as he stormed out of the detention room.

 

I sank down at the chair and buried my face in my hands.

 

Fuck!!! Why do I always seem to be hurting Will? Why can’t I get anything right?! I started cussing out to no one in particular. Tyler, you’re so fucking stupid! You should have stopped him and told him how you felt! Ugh.

 

I contemplated in silence over what happened and how this could have been avoided if I just told Will how I felt. None of this would have happened!

 

Good god, he must hate me!

 

I waited for the teacher to come back to dismiss us, but he never came back. He must be still having trouble with that car of his. I didn’t want to stay and wait for him so I just left and went home.

 

 

That night, I looked at my laptop and checked my-email. Sure enough, it said that I really did send that e-mail to Will. Looking back, I must have accidentally pressed the ‘send’ button instead of ‘save as draft’ when Jason and the others crashed last Saturday.

 

Sigh. Jason… It’s practically their fault why Will and I are in such a bind. Sent me on a date that didn’t turn out well. I know they probably meant well by setting me up, but I just wasn’t that into her as she was to me. Sure, we had a nice time earlier in the evening. I was friendly to her and all, but the moment she started getting frisky with me, I backed off. She tried to get into my pants, but I didn’t let her. She was disappointed to say the very least.

 

I mean, it wasn’t right when I still have these feelings for Will. If there was one thing that came out good from that date, was that I finally realized I wanted Will all along.

 

Will…

 

I still can’t get his hurt expression out of my head. It kept playing over and over again. It kept reminding me just how much of a douche bag I really am.

 

I was absent mindedly tapping my fingers on my desk when I glanced at the clock. It said 11:45pm. I stared at the computer screen for a minute before closing it and made my way to my window.

 

I carefully opened it and stepped outside onto the roof. This probably wasn’t such a good idea. I was just in my tank top and sweatpants and it was cold outside. When my bare feet touched the roof tiles and felt the cold tingle in my toes, I realized that I should have thought this through some more.

 

But I was running through adrenaline and not on reason, so I just let it go. I carefully jumped down on our lawn, carefully rolling myself down on the ground so that I wouldn’t hurt my self. Let me tell you, this wasn’t the first time I snuck out of the house. I then dragged myself across the street towards the Lakewood residence. Thank goodness no one saw me or else I would have been mistaken for a burglar.

 

Hmm… Okay, I clearly didn’t think this through. I looked at the Lakewood house and I found myself at a loss. How am I going to get to Will’s room? It’s like on the second floor! I moved around near Will’s room and found a tree nearby. Bingo!

 

I carefully climbed up. Ouch! Goddammit, I looked at my feet and saw that there were a couple of cuts from the tree branches. I should have at least worn slippers before doing this.

 

I hopped towards the roof and carefully crept towards Will’s bedroom window. I stared at my reflection for a few minutes. Okay, Tyler this is it. There’s no turning back now.

 

I knocked on the window loud enough for Will to hear, but soft enough so that the other people can’t hear. I waited for a few more minutes before I knocked again.

 

A few seconds later, I saw the curtains being pulled apart and Will stood in front of me with a surprised look on his face. I gave him a sympathetic smile, beckoning him to open the window. He could have left me crouching on his roof, but thank god he didn’t.

 

“Tyler! What the fuck?! Are you crazy? Why the fuck are you on our roof?” Will carefully shouted at me as he opened the window.

 

“I need to talk to you,” I said as I stepped inside his room. I didn’t even wait for an invitation. My feet were killing me and I needed to head inside to warm up.

 

“Jesus Christ! Can’t you do that during the day like a normal person? Oh my god, did anyone see you go up on our roof?” Will asked as he peeked outside his window expecting to see a police car or some sort outside.

 

“Don’t worry… No one saw me,” I said as I chuckled over Will’s paranoia. I looked at him and he didn’t have an amused look on his face. He was frowning and had his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a white t-shirt and some checkered boxers. I got to look at his toned legs. Well, well. This boy seems to always surprise me. Who knew he had those legs on him?

 

“You’re fucking insane!” Will said to me. “Well, if you’re expecting to apologize, don’t bother!” he said.

 

I rushed towards him and grabbed his arm. I stared at his confused eyes for a second before I kissed him. Will didn’t move for a minute, shocked and surprised over this I bet. I figured the best way to show him how much I care for him was this. Words weren’t enough nor were they necessary.

 

Will wrapped his arms around my neck as he kissed me back and sort of dragged me on top of his bed. When we both landed on top, I stopped kissing him and looked at him. He had a confused expression in his face, but his eyes told me that everything was alright.

 

“Will… I’m sorry I…” I tried saying, my voice cracking up in pain and remorse.

 

“Shut up. Just shut up,” he said as he touched my right cheek and kissed me again. And so I did.

 

His tongue parted my mouth and soon we were dueling with each other. His hand slipped underneath my tank top feeling my abs. Good god, I forgot what his hands felt like. I could feel my dick hard as a rock already. Will’s was too. Since he was just wearing his boxers, I could really feel the length and its girth as it brushed through my leg. Holy shit, that was so fucking sexy.

 

Will rolled over me, causing me to accidentally knock his bedside lamp on the floor. It made a crash, but we didn’t care. We were too caught up in the passion at the moment. I laid my hands and cupped Will’s incredible ass I began kissing his neck. Jesus Christ. I need Will now! I was about to pull down Will’s boxers when we heard something come from the hallway.

 

“Will! Everything alright?” we heard one of his brother’s call out.

 

“Holy shit!” Will said as he looked at me in alarm.

 

“Fuck!” I said as I pushed Will off of me in panic. “What do we do? What do we do?” I asked him. Oh god!

 

“Closet! Hide in the closet!” Will said, as he stood up in panic as well. He pointed towards the other end of the room. Jesus, that’s pretty far!

 

“There’s no time!” I said to him as I started getting really worried.

 

“Will! I’m coming in okay?” his brother called out.

 

Will and I looked at each other in panic as we both watched his bedroom knob turn.

 

 

 

TBC

 

 

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Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I think it’s time for Will and Tyler to stop doing whatever it is they’re doing to each other and just admit that they fancy the other person. Don’t you agree? 😉

 

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Nick