A Gay Conversation

After shopping, they hung out in Remy's room and watched some low-budget Halloween movie they got for a dollar on the DVD player. They would've invited Renee and Landon, but they were gone for the day, celebrating their three-year anniversary.

So it was just the two of them, eating still-good Halloween candy and watching a cute but admittedly terrible movie.

When it was over, Remy asked, "How did you know you were pansexual?"

Emmitt thought for a second before saying, "When I was about 15, I was pretty sure I was gay. But then I developed a crush on one of my girl friends. And I realized it doesn't matter what gender a person is; I'm just attracted to people in general."

"That's cool. I'm still not really sure what I am though."

"You don't have to label yourself. If someone asks, you could just say that you're queer. It basically just means that you're not straight and doesn't specify what gender or genders you like, if any at all."

"Why do you have the perfect answer for everything?" Remy asked, faking annoyance. "I need you to stop being so fucking cool."

"I told you, it just comes naturally."

"Great. And you're modest, too. Like, get out of here with your good advice and charming personality. No one asked for that."

Emmitt laughed at that. Then, with no warning, he dipped his head down to Remy's and kissed him. Though he was surprised, Remy kissed back immediately, finding that he had been wanting this. He thought Emmitt was just a friend and nothing more, but the fact that he was currently grabbing the back of his head to pull him closer suggested otherwise. Emmitt's dark hair was curly and soft, Remy found as his hand gripped it. As the kiss went on, Remy found himself to be bold enough to slip his tongue into Emmitt's mouth. As Emmitt climbed over top of him, he smoothly set down the DVD player on the floor without breaking the kiss. With the movement, candy wrappers were sent everywhere, but the boys paid them no mind.

Remy, feeling no urge to stop this time, ran his hands down Emmitt's back, stopping at his waist. He snuck his hands underneath his shirt, feeling his soft, warm skin. Soon after, he began tugging his shirt up in request for him to remove it. Emmitt did, then took off Remy's, quickly returning to their kiss. The feeling of Emmitt's bare skin on his was almost too much to handle. But that seemed like nothing as Emmitt moved his hips into his, creating an almost painful friction that Remy loved. Emmitt's hands slid down to Remy's jeans, but before he could take it any farther, Allen walked in.

Eyes widening as he took in the scene, he walked backward and left. He didn't say anything, too focused on getting the hell out of that awkward situation to form any type of sentence.

Remy buried his face in his hands, saying, "What the fuck? Whyy?"

Emmitt just casually said, "Well, that was bad timing," as he rolled off of Remy to get his shirt back on. "You can come get me whenever you wanna have a part two of the conversation we had last time this happened. But I have to tell you, I'll probably run out of perfect things to say eventually. So, yeah... I'm gonna go. See ya!"

Remy just remained there with his hands covering his face, wondering why the fuck that happened again.