5 The Drop off

Lance.

I knew I was going to agree to this meeting because seeing him again has been all I could think about since yesterday. Today is Saturday, I have the freedom to go wherever I want to as long as it is not a school night.

Jack has been the ginger that I needed to go see him. He even offered to drop me off, considering I don't have a car. I have been contemplating because meeting him today might be different from the night of the party. I know I should just say fuck it and throw all caution to the wind. This could be the greatest love story of my life.

"Get dressed mister" Jack throws a pair of jeans at me. I have been overthinking for the past hour. He said I could come any time from now. His dad wasn't coming back from a business trip for a week. He has the house to himself and he wants to spend some time with me.

"You seem a lot more eager than I am."

He laughs while rummaging through my clothes. Jack is a lot more stylish than me; as long as I have a good pair of jeans, I consider my outfit good enough. I don't have time for shopping and all that stuff. Until recently my mother used to buy my clothes for me.

"I am, you are going to meet him again and maybe do some other stuff." he winks and throws a shirt to me "Come on, it's getting late." he walks out of my room, probably to go get his keys. I look at the clothes in my grasp and release a loud sigh.

My phone beeps and I see another message from him.

Boxers thief: I can't wait to see you.

My heart skips a beat in my chest at his message. He actually wants to see me. He is as eager as I am. This all seems very crazy, like how did I turn gay in one day. Just yesterday, my biggest worry was meeting my mother's new boyfriend and now I have someone I like and he likes me back.

Holy shit.

Jack gets back to my room once I am fully dressed and he smirks "Someone's gonna get some good D tonight," he dances in a seductive manner and I roll my eyes at his stupidity.

"No one is getting anything." we leave the house and get into his car. Jack puts on the radio and Tory Lanez, The take song comes on. He looks at me and he raises a brow "Ooooh...this song is so relatable to you right now," he laughs like his joke is funny.

No one is putting anyone in 7 positions. I press the off button and he laughs even harder. The ride to his house takes a while, and all through the journey, jack makes silly jokes. All I can think about is the fact that I am going to see him again. I don't know how relationships work because this is the first time I even have an interest in anyone.

Jack parks the car in the front of his house and my heart skips a beat "Okay, you look hella nervous right now," he points out.

"I am," I tell him honestly.

He turns off the car and touches my shoulder comfortingly. "Be yourself. He will like you, trust me."

His words make me feel better. If jack thinks I am good enough then I believe him. He is the most honest person I know, so he wouldn't lie to me "I got this." I breathe out as the excitement kicks in again.

I get down from the car and look at the house a lot more closely. Under the night sky, the house looks even grander. There is a fountain in the middle of the walkway, with naked women spitting out water. There are gardens full of roses. The walls around the house are beige. This house looks like it took a while to design. How rich is he and why is he even interested in me?

i walk to the front door and Jack shouts through the winder "Call me when you're done. I'll be at shake shack." shake shack is a fast food joint close by. The fact that he will wait for me makes me love him more. You see why I keep him by my side. No one is as good to me as he is.

I ring the doorbell and his face comes to view in less than a second. The smile on his face lets me know that he has been waiting for me. I look at him and I forget how handsome he is. His eyes draw me in and I have to take a long breath to calm my nerves. Being gay is new and I fucking love the reaction dancing around my body from just looking at this very handsome boy. He is dressed in grey sweatpants and a black plain tee. His feet are bare. No shoes, or socks. I keep forgetting this is his house.

"Hey," he smiles and his voice mesmerizes me.

It is so captivating.

"Hi."

His hand is holding unto the door, which makes his block the view of the house. This is the part where he lets me in but he is just staring at me. I am staring too; I want to be in his arms. I want to experience kissing him again. It has just been a day but it feels like forever.

I miss him.

Is it even possible to miss someone that is so close to you?

We stay like that for a while, unable to speak. I know my reasons—he is so beautiful. How can one person be this beautiful? Is it even possible?

"I am glad you came." he finally speaks up and opens the door to grant me entrance. I walk into the house and unlike last night it is empty and clean. No signs that there was a rager here. Someone must have helped him make this place squeaky.

"Do you want something to drink." he walks to the direction of the kitchen. I follow him because I don't know what to do. Do I sit and wait for him? I look around, the furniture is so modern. Everything in the house is white, from the walls to the chairs, to the tables. It is so boujee.

He opens the fridge and I watch him as he rummages through the things inside "What's your poison. Soda, beer, water?" he looks at me with a bottle of water in one hand and a bottle of coke in the other. I smile because he looks so nervous and it is the cutest thing I have ever seen. Fuck, guys we are at the point where looking at this very manly man is cute.

Shit.

"Water's fine." I put him out of his misery and walk closer to him. I grab the bottle from him and our hands' touch. Electricity hits me from that measly touch and I have to retract my hand so fast that the bottle falls on the floor. he bends down and picks it up immediately, his cheeks red.

"Here you go," I grab the bottle this time, not touching him.

I open the bottle and take a sip; this is just water but I am so nervous. I don't know what I am doing, it seems like he doesn't either. Why did he even ask to see me? What does he want from me?

He coughs nervously and I watch him as he scratches the back of his neck, his shirt rises and I see a little bit of skin. The muscles around his waist tense up and my heart races in my chest. The attraction I have for this man is unbelievable. I want to take off his clothes right here and devour him. I take deep breaths and drink the water to calm me down. He is still watching me and I don't know who makes the first move. All I know is we are in each other's arms in a split second and we are kissing hungrily.

He pushes me till I hit my back against the wall. It hurts but I am more focused on the pleasurable feelings from his touch. Grabbing my waist in his grip, he deepens the kiss. I taste the alcohol in his mouth, mixed with vanilla flavour. He seems to have had something to drink. I am so lost in the kiss as he reaches for the hem of my shirt. He pulls it over my head and I let him. We are still making out heavily with my back pressed against the wall. He grinds into me and I let him, desperate for more.

I don't know how this works.

Being gay.

I have never had sex before. so, whatever we do will be my first time. I am more than willing to let him do anything. That is how bad I want him. I want all of him. And I want to give him all of me.

I pull his shirt off too and feel the dentation of his abs with a touch. He moans into my mouth as he grinds into me. We are in the middle of his kitchen and if anyone walks in right now, we would be the first thing they see. "Are you sure we are alone?" I ask him in between kisses. He slips his hands into my pants and cups my ass in his palm and I shiver from how cold his fingers are "yes we are."

He pulls away from my kiss and kisses the crook of my neck. His lips are wet; everything is happening at once and I love every bit of it. I want him so much.

"Do you want to take this to my room?" he asks with a hopeful expression.

I nod my head immediately because I would prefer more privacy with him. So, this is happening.

I am going to have sex with a man.

I am not even scared.