Bets: Chapter Five
#6 of Bets
A/N: Umm. Oops? It took a while, mostly because I didn't know what to do with it. But I hope it turned out fine anyway. Tell me if it didn't though. I wrote in kind of quick. :)
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"Dave's going to be here before you get off school tomorrow, so you need to go ahead and clean your room tonight."
"Okay."
I was laying on the couch, idly watching the shadows the flickering TV caused. The living room was dark, perhaps showing the indifference of my mom and I.
Today hadn't been a good day.
In the excitement of yesterday, I'd forgotten to do my homework, so all my teachers ended up being pissy about that. Lily wouldn't stop bothering me and Sere had gotten snappish at the both of us, causing him and Lily to get into a minor spat. And, perhaps worst of all, Jesse hadn't even acknowledged my presence at all, looking at me only once when I stopped in front of him, and that was just to detour around me.
I don't know what I'd done yesterday that made him decide he didn't like me. It couldn't be the handjob. He'd initiated that. The blowjob? Maybe. He'd been reluctant to start, though he definitely enjoyed it towards the end. The actual date? I doubt it. He had enjoyed the movie.
"What's wrong?"
"Jesse."
"What'd he do?" My mom's voice was harsh, full of surprise and venom.
"He only looked at me once today. And that was only because I made him. He seemed to enjoy himself last night, and I don't know why he won't even glance at me. I don't think I did anything wrong." I coughed through the crack in my voice.
"Oh, I'm sure you didn't, hon. He's probably just confused. Doesn't know whether to be disgusted or happy."
"About what?"
"You, of course." Even though I couldn't see her, I could hear her smile.
I thought about it. A straight male goes on a forced date with a gay one, watches a movie, gets a blowjob, and then gives a handjob. Makes sense.
A knock at the door.
Me and my mom glanced at each other and in that glance we had an entire conversation. I didn't expect anyone, you? No? Odd.
I got up and walked to the door. Forgoing the peephole (it made me feel like a creep), I opened the door and squinted through the sudden brightness.
When the figure became clear, I had to fight the urge to faint and squeal with joy. In that order.
Jesse.
"What?" Points for not stuttering.
"How did you know you were gay?"
At a loss, I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the house.
"We're going upstairs, mom." I pulled Jesse behind me.
"Mmkay, hon. You two have fun." There was so much innuendo laced into her voice I tripped.
I shook the thoughts of a very naked Jesse from my head and dragged him up the stairs.
We didn't speak until I had my door closed. We sat, I on my bed, and him on my desk chair.
"What?" Still not stuttering, still a good thing.
"I said, how did you know you were gay?"
"Got that. What made you want to ask me that at-" I looked around my room for a clock, but I didn't have one. "-um, late at night?" Dammit! So much for being Mr. Smooth.
"Last night." Such a simple answer, but I suddenly felt that my entire future was held up in it.
"What in particular?" Please please please say it was what we did.
"What we, um, did." His ears went back. I ignored his embarrassment to do a small dance in my head.
It must've showed. "It's not funny!"
I jerked my face back to neutrality. And then my mouth twitched. I burst out laughing.
I cut my laughter short when I saw his face. I could almost see the red of his anger through his fur.
"Look at us. A gay man completely in l-a crush with a man who came to him to ask how he knew he was gay."
I was euphoric when his mouth twitched in a smile. "I guess it is pretty funny."
Settled down now, I thought about what to say. "To answer your question, I knew I was gay when I would look at porn and find myself harder thinking about jerking off than watching a female. And then I really began paying attention to the males. How soft their fur looked, how wonderful their chests are, how big their-" I shut up.
Wonderful, he was embarrassed, and I was almost hard and I knew he could see it. And that sucked because that made me even harder, which made him even more embarrassed. And he's very cute when he's embarrassed.
So we sat there, conversation halted, while I dealt with my horniness and he dealt with the embarrassment.
"I think I might be gay." My head shot toward him. He was staring at the ground.
Feeling sly, I stood and walked to stand in front of him.
"Hmm, we'll just have to see about that won't we?" His head shot up, he flinched at my closeness, stared at my crotch for just a second too long, and locked my eyes with his. Fear and lust and confusion.
"H-how?"
"Kiss me." He jerked back into my chair. He made to get up, but I grabbed his arms and sat on his lap, facing him. "Look. You think you're gay. This is the easiest way I can think of to figure it out."
He hesitated for a moment before nodding and moving his head forward. My heart pounded in my chest. I leaned forward and just barely sighed when our lips touched softly.
He tasted like heaven and I leaned further into him. My forgotten arousal flared up and I ground myself into his stomach.
He was not unaffected either. He also leaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around me. My hands had still been gripping his arms, and his movement trapped me completely. I was fine with that.
And then something strange happened: he thrust his hips up into me and I could feel his cock.
A small noise escaped me and Jesse froze briefly before pulling back. I growled at him and he froze again.
His arms had slackened, freeing my own. I quickly reached up and grabbed the back of his head. Holding him still, I thrust my face towards his, locking our lips together again. This time, I opened my mouth and licked at his lips. He let me in.
Our tongues explored each other and I heard my mom scream at me from downstairs. I ignored her. The wolf in front of me was far more interesting.
We continued making out, hands going from stationary to exploring each others bodies, eventually reaching into clothes.
My hands were under his shirt and resting on his chest, and his hands were down the back of my pants, rubbing my ass and causing me to make small little moans, when my door opened.
"Hey Ian, how're- Oh my God." The door shut. Me and Jesse continued kissing and rubbing. And then what happened hit me.
It had been a male voice. A familiar male voice.
What was Dad doing home? It wasn't Friday yet.
Oh shit. Dad was home, can't-even-think-about-my-son-with-another-boy Dad. And he just saw me making out with Jesse.
Sometimes, I think God hates at me.