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I was a little worried with my mom's tone when she started "the talk" with me that night before dinner. As if 'sex ed.' in school hadn't been awkward enough. I'm not sure if it was made more or less awkward by the fact that, at the time, I wasn't sexually attracted to Cross; I had simply realized I liked him a lot and wanted to hang out with him more. (The simple physical contact felt nice, too.)

I think my mom latched on to the fact I didn't view Cross sexually yet in hoping that I might not be gay; she certainly danced around ever using the term itself while talking to me, and honestly I never even though of it for myself until then. Sure, I had been thinking "I like him" for a while, but that personal, relationship-level thought is a whole lot different than the societal stamp "I'm gay" and everything that comes with it. You know, those nasty thoughts along the lines of "I'm different".

Still, hanging out with Cross on my sleepover that Tuesday (and other times later) made those thoughts relatively easy to get over. It took a bit longer - several months - for my mom to accept things, though she was at least good to tolerate the situation early on. I was actually really glad that she said she wouldn't bring it up to dad until after Thanksgiving, i.e. after that sleepover, in case he got upset about it. He surprised both of us, though, by being completely cool with the idea of me and Cross being together right when mom and I agreed to tell him.

As such, I got to hang out with Cross quite a bit over that winter break, and sleepovers were never really a question after that either. Although I stopped calling them "sleepovers" by the end of that school year - it was either "crashing for the night at (your/my) house" or a "just hangin' out" that happened to extend overnight - as "sleepovers" were childish and/or girly. I guess that stemmed from how neither of us were sure how our friends would react to "us" as we didn't think we were being that obvious. I think a few of our friends picked up on it as we started hanging out together all the time, occasionally dragging each other by the arm or laughing a bit much. I didn't know who was on to us, though, until I unintentionally blew us out of the water...

It was near the end of the school year and I was walking to my locker in a really good mood for some reason. I saw Cross talking to some of his friends and spontaneously decided to jog up behind him and pounce, throwing my arms over his shoulders and yelling "Hi!"

The lion just laughed and calmly said "Oh, hey Nate", but I noticed we were getting weird looks from some of the other guys.

"Dude, quit acting so gay," Spencer, a ferret, said with a bit of a sneer.

In the same calm tone as before, Cross simply answered "We're not acting."

He sounded so comfortable with the fact, and he had also used 'we' even though I was the one being a bit over the top - any awkwardness I felt left as quickly as it had come. From that, and from the relish I got seeing the look of shock on Spencer's face, I guess I got a bit ornery, quickly adding "Problem, Spence?"

He stuttered "I, uh, n-no, no problemmm..." then quieted, added "S-sorry, I didn't mean-"

"I know," Cross cut him off, and then jumped right back in to where the conversation had been before I literally jumped in, as if nothing had happened.

A few guys were smiling as if they had seen it coming, (or maybe just because Spence had been taken down a notch,) but most also still looked surprised, and honestly took a long time to even comprehend that we were a couple. Or, at least to comprehend that Cross was gay - it wasn't as big a stretch for me I guess, though I was still fairly straight-acting. Anyway, I guess there was still speculation all the way through September, when one day during lunch at school one of the guys finally said "Alright, if you guys are a couple, I want to see a good kiss."

"What?"

"If you guys are so into each other, kiss and make the rest of us really believe it."

Now, we'd kissed before - regularly, actually - by that point, but it had always been with some sense of privacy, and always just a (half) second or two of just the lips at best. That's all we had needed... But I guess Cross took this lunch-table challenge to heart; I felt him pull my head toward his and got a split-second view of his open mouth and feline tongue coming before our muzzles were locked, his head tilted versus mine.

I... honestly don't remember much from that point besides it being incredible. I do remember that, by the time I kinda realized what was happening and closed my eyes to enjoy it, my tongue had already found its way into his mouth and was exploring as his tongue scraped along the inside of my mouth. And I wasn't really controlling it... I was told that when we finally broke the kiss, we lingered with our noses just barely apart and still with our eyes closed; I apparently wheezed out a "wow" a moment or two later before Cross pulled me into a hug. Everyone at the table was either cheering us on through the 'moment' (particularly the girls) or just staring in surprise.

One of the girls giggled, saying "I think you broke him, Cross, as several other people here."

I'd known I was attracted to him for a long time, and we'd been intimate with each other, but during that kiss was the first time I truly felt lust, felt that I wanted him, and knew our relationship would progress.