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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 3, 2011 12:54:36 GMT -5
Isaac smiled around the straw in his mouth. "I don't eat in the mornings," he said. "I usually don't even get one of these until noon." He shook his cup a little, offering it out. "You can drink some, if you want."
Just the thought of having Kyle's mouth where his had been was enough to send a chill down Isaac's spine. For a moment he wondered what Kyle would taste like, what taste he would find on the straw if Kyle took a sip.
He caught himself blushing again. "I-it might be a little sweet," he said, his voice catching at the beginning of his sentence. "I have a sweet tooth bigger than me."
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 3, 2011 15:21:25 GMT -5
Kyle looked at the straw with a blank expression to mask his disgust. Germs. That straw was covered in germs. Isaac's germs. Although calling anything of Isaac's germy just didn't feel right. it's not like he had a rare disease, or was unhealthy and dirty.
"Thanks!" Kyle said, grabbing the drink. He didn't hesitate before sucking some out of the straw. And when he passed back the cup, he didn't even think about all of the germs he's just drank.
"That was great, just what I needed." he said with a smile. It was really good.
Now having some moisture in his mouth, Kyle picked up his burger again. Then he thought about how Isaac never ate that early, and Kyle assumed he wouldn't even think about eating something so fatty. He set it back down, not very hungry anymore.
"You ready?" he asked, although not impatiently. He was fine with waiting.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 3, 2011 16:20:44 GMT -5
Isaac took his latte back with a smile, taking a little sip. The taste of Kyle was there, and Isaac crossed his legs a little tighter to keep his expression the same.
Taking a long drag from his straw, Isaac nodded. It was boring here, anyway. He turned in his seat, uncrossed his legs, and stood up, standing on his tiptoes to stretch out. He looked at Kyle and smiled shyly. "So, hey," he said awkwardly, "I knew we just met and all, but, would you like to come over?" He ran his fingers through his black bangs, debating weather or not it was a good idea to ask.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 3, 2011 16:42:14 GMT -5
"Sure! I've been kind of wondering where you live." Kyle said with a sheepish grin. That comment had sounded a little stalker-ish. He stood up and walked to the door, where he waited for Isaac.
Finally! It feels like we're truly friends now, Kyle thought happily. He'd never been invited to someone's house. It felt great. Especially considering Isaac invited him.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 3, 2011 17:04:31 GMT -5
Isaac beamed. So it wasn't a bad idea to ask. Kyle seemed pretty enthusiastic about going.
Catching up to Kyle at the door, Isaac led the way down the street to his home that they had passed on the way to the diner, but Isaac had failed to say anything about it.
He gently turned the doorknob to his front door, feeling the vibrations that only brand new hinges could send through a door. He was so glad he had gotten that fixed since the succubus's visit.
"Sorry it's uber clean," he said shyly, flicking on the lights. "I clean when I..." He almost said it. He almost admitted that he was scared of the power living inside of him. He cleaned when he was terrified. "I clean when I get bored." Yeah, that was right. For now. "Make yourself at home," he said as he bent over and began to unlace his shoes. He hated sitting down to take them off, or put them on. Why not just stand and bend over? It was easier, and you didn't look like a two year old. Children sat on the floor.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 3, 2011 17:53:59 GMT -5
Kyle just laughed as he gazed at the orderly and neat house. It was so different from his. His resembled the stereotype home of a single man. Plates were usually left on the coffee table in front of the TV or beside his computer desk, papers were laying everywhere, as were dirty and maybe-clean clothes. His bed was always unmade and his fridge usually had leftover takeout pizza, ice cream pop, meat, some occasional beer, and cheese. Sometimes a cereal box would be on top. He almost never had milk, due to it spoiling all the time, so his cereal (if he was starved to his limit and super lazy) would be occasionally paired with ice cream. It was an acquired taste, but he was used to it. And he never took his shoes off. Or vacuumed much, so the carpets usually had a faint footprint of mud left.
"I can't believe you keep your house so clean! Mine's a complete pit." Kyle said, plopping down on the floor to take off his shoes, something he was definitely not used to. "If I'm bored, I mess with the computer."
He stood back up and put his shoes near Isaac's, not really sure what to do with them. He didn't want to offend Isaac or make him mad, but he had no idea how to act in a house that clean.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 3, 2011 18:32:18 GMT -5
Isaac was pleased that Kyle put his shoes neatly beside his own. "The most unclean part of my house is my room," he said with a smile, straightening up to his full height. "I don't believe in making the bed. It just gets messed up again when I sleep."
With all of his tossing and turning from his nightmares, the sheets would just become bundles upon his chest, draped over his torso, or sometimes just on the floor. They were somewhere in between right now, if his memory served him right. Half was on the bed, the other half off, tangled around themselves from Isaac's fitful sleep.
"You can come and sit down," he said to Kyle. He casually strolled into the living room and plopped himself down on the couch. He leaned back with a sigh, draping one arm over the back of the couch and regally crossing his legs. "I don't bite," he said with a smirk.
Unless you want me to, his mind added, bringing warmth back to his face.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 3, 2011 18:52:55 GMT -5
Kyle nodded and followed Isaac into the living room. He sat down right next to him, not wanting to offend him by sitting too far away. Without thinking about it, Kyle leaned back, his head resting on Isaac's arm. He often did this with his grandpa, and didn't think it was any different with Isaac.
Kyle's thoughts drifted again, as they usually do. This time they drifted to the man his arm was against. He didn't seem like he would be single, yet he'd never mentioned a girl. He also didn't flirt with the waitress at the cafe like most single men would. It didn't really add up.
"Isaac, do you have a girlfriend?" Kyle asked suddenly. It made more sense to just get an answer straight from the source itself.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 3, 2011 19:09:23 GMT -5
Isaac felt as if his heart stopped, but it began to roar in his ear. Kyle was touching him, leaning against his hand, and he had asked about his relationship status, to boot.
Heat burned intensely in Isaac's face, and he swallowed hard, trying to push down the ball lodged in his throat. He gingerly pulled his hand away from Kyle. He had to tell him. He didn't want to be touching Kyle when he freaked out at the truth.
"N-no," he stammered. "I d-don't have a girlfriend. I-I've never dated. I, uh, well, I don't date women," he blurted. "I'm gay."
He hurriedly looked away and closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the cascade of insults that usually followed him admitting his sexuality. Only a day after meeting someone he could truly feel comfortable around, feel for, and he had to throw it away because of his attraction. This had been a bad idea, a horrible, horrible idea.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 3, 2011 19:37:22 GMT -5
Kyle stopped. Everything stopped. His heart skipped a beat, his face flushed, and his canyon sense and rationality seemed to drip away. The only things still going were his emotions. They were a whirlwind: shock, anger, confusion, and longing. Wth the final emotion, things began to move again. His heart beat faster than usual, and his flushed face was growing warmer. He was having weird feelings about s msn he had believed to be straight.
"Y-you're gay..." Kyle's voice was shaky and quiet as he stated the obvious fact again, just to make himself believe it.
He had taken a drink from a gay man's straw, and found it tasted good, he had leaned against a gay mans arm as though it was perfectly normal. He had used his most charming smile on a gay man when it was usually used on women. He was not seeming all that straight at the moment either. He had never been against gays, nor repulsed when he saw gay men kiss. He could be. It seemed all too possible.
"I-I thought I was straight," Kyle whispered.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 3, 2011 20:07:34 GMT -5
Isaac didn't understand the last comment at all. But he didn't trust his voice anymore. He leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, and covered his ears with his hands, pressing the backs of his earrings against the sensitive skin behind his ears. He didn't want to hear the insults. Freak, fag, homo, fairy; he was waiting for any of them. He had heard them all, and them some.
Isaac cleared his throat. "I... I'm sorry," was all he could say. "I'm sorry, Kyle. Sorry, sorry, sorry." All he knew was apologies. When he was younger, if he did anything wrong, it was all fixed with saying sorry too much. And this was something very wrong. So wrong. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. It's not the way the world worked.
Isaac let his elbows slip off his knees and he sank his head down, pressing his knees against his temples. "I'm sorry," he said again. "I'm so, so sorry."
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 3, 2011 20:34:21 GMT -5
Kyle glanced quizically at Isaac began to cover his ears and continually apologize. He hadn't seemed to have heard what Kyle just said. And he had said something kind of important. Although, his comment hadn't been as clear as it could have been.
"Isaac I--" Kyle began, but then realized he wouldn't be heard over Isaac's apologizing or through his covered ears. So Kyle scooted closer to Isaac, grabbed his hands, and pulled his head up and uncovered his ears. He didn't bother letting go of his hands as he clarified his confession.
"Isaac, I think -- I am gay. "
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 3, 2011 23:05:40 GMT -5
Isaac gasped in surprise when He was pulled upright and his hands were grabbed. He stared wide-eyed at Kyle. He was so close. Isaac could lean forward and kiss him if he wanted to.
For a moment that seemed to last an eternity, that was all Isaac could think about. He just stared into Kyle's eyes, shadowed by his tousled hair, seeing his reflection in them, seeing how shocked he was to have heard that.
Without even noticing that he did so, Isaac gently squeezed Kyle's hands. He was greeted with the feeling of rightness from earlier. "You... you mean..." He couldn't even talk. His mind was racing, his heart pounding so loud he felt that even Kyle could hear it. "You..."
Isaac felt his eyes sting, and his vision blurred. He pulled Kyle forward and wrapped his arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He hid his face in the crook of his elbow, biting his lip in attempt to keep his tears back, and failing miserably. He wasn't alone now. After all of these years, so many cold years in the orphanage, watching all of the other little boys flirt with little girls, and never with other boys, Isaac felt included.
"I-I'm sorry I'm crying on you," he sobbed, his voice muffled by his elbow and Kyle's shirt. His shoulders trembled against his will, his breathing coming in quick gasping sobs. He couldn't understand why he was crying; he wasn't sad at all.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 3, 2011 23:50:29 GMT -5
Kyle just held onto Isaac as he wrapped his arm around him. He'd never hugged another guy like that, but it felt fine, normal. Maybe even good, minus the tears. Although he didn't mind him crying on him. In a way, it felt nice, being able to offer him a shoulder to cry on, some sort of stability and support.
"It's fine," he whispered soothingly in answer to Isaac's apology. "And yeah, I do mean it. I'm gay." Kyle added, feeling the need to reassure both himself and Isaac. He was still new to this, and wasn't even sure if maybe he was wrong.
I am gay. Kyle thought, attempting to find a lie hidden beneath the surface of what he kept telling Isaac. It felt right to say, and didn't seem like a lie to him. It was just who he was. Although finding out happened upon odd circumstances.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 4, 2011 0:06:48 GMT -5
Isaac held onto Kyle for a bit longer, basking in the feeling of his hands holding him, just having him close. Then he silently pulled back, wiping his hand under his eyes, trying to clear away his smudged eyeliner.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for someone to say that to me," he sniffled. But he wasn't just talking about the sexual preference. He was talking about the "it's fine" that Kyle had said so easily. He wasn't used to having his apologies accepted, or just brushed off. He was used to a fierce response, a sharp "you better be."
Isaac reached up and tried to tame his hair, brushing it back from his face, off of the tear lines on his cheeks some strands had stuck to. "Sorry," he grumbled. "I'm a mess."
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