The stanger on his bed par 2

The moment Brian left the room, Pete's blood went cold.

All over, his handsome face screams major confusion. He had screwed things up, big time.

Damit, he and his big mouth!

Why did he have to push so hard when clearly the other teen didn't want to answer his question? Yes, he was worried about the guy; after all, the expression Brian wore when he had woken up possessed unquestionable fear.

Nevertheless, it wasn't his place to intrude. Brian wasn't his boyfriend. Actually, they weren't exactly friends either. More like acquaintances, if he wanted to get practical, and although he hated to admit it, this was the undeniable truth.

Seeing as he wasn't going to get anywhere wrecking his brain like this. With an annoyed face and an uncontrollable frustration, Pete picks up the pillow, who started it all, and as if to punish it, the boy throws it across the room.

However, to his complete horror, Brian happens to walk in at that exact moment.

"Shit!"

Indeed, that was all Pete could master to say to his unfortunate and otherwise stupid miscalculations.

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As Brian finally masters the courage to open his bedroom door, after a few tries of unnerving failures, a flying pillow strokes his face, followed by Pete's shocked voice and desperate cry.

"Shit!"

It took the boy a few moments to compose himself from the surprise attack. He then locked eyes with his aggressor, who seemed more surprised than apologetic from the looks of it.

As the minutes passed, neither spoke a word of displeasure or apologized in Pete's case. No, they just looked into each other's eyes to find the truth instead.

The Teens stood there, like an old renaissance painting. Pete on the bed, naked under the covers. Brian, who wore nothing but his boxers, while he stood, with one hand on the doorknob and the other to his side.

The white curls on his head seem to shine with the morning light, and his exposed body tingles all over from the gentle but otherwise fresh breeze that enters through his massive bedroom windows.

This is what Pete's eyes make his mind believes at the moment. He shakes with nervousness by witnessing this natural beauty and clenches his hands into fists to control his wavering heart as he looks at the boy, no "man" standing in front of him. The youth's heart skips a beat, and his eyes shine as if reflecting those feeling that lie dormant deep inside.

Finally, the spell breaks, and with an apologetic smile on his face, Brian speaks first.

"I guess I deserve that.

I'm sorry for storming off like that. And for the way, I reacted.

I know you were just worried about me and only wanted to help. I didn't mean to be a brat or, as an old friend would say, 'a Doofus.'

Brian said the last part of his apology with a meaningful smile and half expected a witty comeback from a 'certain someone.'

However, to his slight disappointment, Selfy didn't reply.

Pete lets go of a breath; he didn't even realize he had been holding this whole time.

Afterward, he gives Brian his brightest smile and proceeds to pats the bed with his left hand.

Understanding this action's meaning, Bryan crosses the room and sits on the bed to Pete's left side.

As they again lock eyes with one another, Pete lifts his left hand once again and begins to ruffle through the messy white locks and end up palling Brian into a hug.

This one didn't struggle one bit and let himself be embraced by the other man's warmth.

As he holds his lover, Pete whispers his words.

That friend of yours is right, you know? You can be a total Doofus sometimes.

Brian didn't answer; he smiles and nods his head instead.

I'm sorry too, alright. I won't ask questing anymore; I'll wait till your ready to tell me whatever it is that scares you so much.

Brian cringes a little bit but nods once again.

By the way, the pillow was an accident, but you were right. You did kind of deserve it.

To this, Brian rolls his eyes with fake annoyance and matters a soft, "Yerk under his breath.

Pete smiles with satisfaction.

He knew then that everything was going to be okay. Yes, he would wait until Brian was ready. In the end, whatever this thing was, that made the guy so frighten was bound to resurface eventually.

His job was not to ask questions but to be there for Brian when it happens again so that he could make it all go away.

The boys held each other in silence for a few seconds more.

Moments later, they started to separate slowly, and as their cheeks touched from the closeness, it erected the desire needed for them to find their way into each other's mouths.

As the lips met, the explosion that follows was different than the ones from the night before. This one had feeling involved and not just sinful lust.

They both notice this, especially Pete, who had completely lost himself to the other guy.

One, two, three minutes went by in this romantic make-out section until Brian's phone interrupted them, the bastard.

They pulled apart, and Brian quickly opens his phone, however what he found, Freak the living shit out of him.

[Hey you. Forgot about me already, didn't you, 'meanie? Open up. I'm right outside, and I brought you a 'gift'.]