Studying?

The two Bucks made their way to an empty classroom. As they walked Yellow noticed Red drew some attention, some inquisitive, some snide and some hostile. The hostile few Yellow recognised, they were favoured individuals of Red to exercise his privileges over, but they were in the minority. The rest, he had to assume, were due to Red's absence, but he was surprised just how many that was.

Yellow found himself imaging what had happened to Red. He had said he had a sore behind, that meant a spanking. In his minds eye he saw Blake pummelling Red's rear, the Buck pulled across the Stallion's muscled thighs. He felt his boxers tighten at the thought.

Why do I have to be like this? He felt guilty at his arousal over thoughts of his friends punishment. It was one thing to thirst over his friend, but he'd come to terms with the fact it wasn't going to happen a long time ago. For one thing, he was certain Red was straight, he'd seen him around enough girls to know, not to mention his attitude towards the occasional advances he got from other men... And then there was the fact that Red was out of his league. He was funny and confident and handsome, he had weight in all the right places, a proud pair of antlers and a rocking dick.

All these thoughts swirled around Yellow's mind, and he realised Red was no longer in front of him. He cast around, slightly alarmed, but saw him disappearing through a door on his left. He ducked across the corridor, and into the room.

The pair set down in an unused meeting room. It was smaller than a full sized classroom, he supposed that made sense, given they were only two people.

Red sat with quizzical eyebrow raised, something not unnoticed by Yellow as he went to sit. He braced himself for whatever Red was going to say.

"You didn't talk at all on the way here." Red spoke matter of factly. It was not a question, not accusing, but he clearly wanted a response. Yellow wasn't too sure what he was getting at, so shrugged,

"Did you want me to say something?"

"You always go over what your going to do, whenever you've got to work." The observation was accurate, but still obfuscating any deeper point Red had. Yellow got the distinct impression that might be a deliberate ploy by his friend. His intention was still suitably obscure so Yellow played along,

"Okay. Guess I was just pre-occupied. I've got sta-"

Red cut across him, "Preoccupied with what?"

So that was it. Yellow had two choices, he could play dumb and pretend not to know what was going on or he could explain again that he really didn't want to talk about this. The former seemed easier so he lead with that, "Nothing much I guess, just things." The answer was vague. Too vague. He could see Red wasn't buying that answer. He sighed in frustration, "I don't want to talk about it."

Red's expression softened at Yellow's irritation, "You can talk to me, man. I ain't going to judge."

"Oh really?" Yellow spat bitterly, "Well seeing as you seem to know exactly what I'm thinking why don't you go ahead and tell me." He saw Red wince and felt a flush of satisfaction, but the other Buck wasn't giving up yet,

"Dude, chill. I'm not going to shout at you or be offended or anything... You're into me, right?"

Yellow was caught off guard by the directness of Red's question and floundered for moment. His stomach dropped, and could feel his heart thumping in his ears, "What- You know that?"

Red nodded and the corners of his lips twitched slightly, "I mean you did you practically started drooling when I said I'd been spanked."

"Ah." The wind had been taken from Yellow's sails and he scratched his neck awkwardly, "Uh, sorry about that." He stared at Red for a moment. "Are you okay with this?" He asked tentatively, "And I don't mean just me finding you attractive, I mean me being, um, gay?" He added hastily. "Although I suppose if you're not okay with me being gay you probably won't like me being into you. I mean, I'm not 'into you', into you, it's just we're friends and you're confident and smart and dress well and your antlers are amazing and your-"

Red held up a hand to cut off Yellows rambling. He wore an odd expression upon his face, one that Yellow was unaccustomed to seeing. It was a mix of emotion, somewhere between sadness and regret and something else. Shame?

"As much as my ego would love you to carry on complimenting me," Red began, speaking in a sombre tone, "I want you to know it is okay with me. I don't mind." Yellow sunk into his, letting out a sigh of relief, but Red wasn't done, "I've known for a long time but I never said anything." He paused for a moment, his expression slipping deeper into reverie, "I did mind, in the past, so I didn't talk about it. You've been missing out because we never talked and I hoped it would just go away. Even when I realised I didn't care about it any more, when I really knew you, I still didn't say anything. I told myself you'd come out when you were ready, but I knew that wasn't true. I didn't want to push you, I didn't want to risk our friendship, but I knew you would need help. I've had a lot to think about these past few days and I decided..." He looked Yellow in the eye, "...I want to help you."

As Red spoke, Yellow felt emotions rise within him. He was dumbfounded. Had Red really known for that long? An he hadn't been comfortable with it, but now he was? A ton of bricks had been dropped into Yellows stomach and he had no way to deal with them.

Red was still looking at him sadly, "Hey, man? You alright? I guess it's a lot to take in, huh."

Yellow nodded absent mindedly, lost in his own thoughts. It was some time before he finally found the words, "I- I think so... You- You said your okay with... how I am, being gay, now?"

Red looked away, "Course I am, man. Wouldn't have pushed you on it otherwise. I didn't use to be, but... Look, I want to make amends. You come to F&R and your in your final year and you should enjoy it and being closeted wont allow you to do that. So seriously, anything you need I'll help you."

Yellow sighed, a warm contentedness growing inside him. Red was happy with him! He could be happy with himself! "Thank you Red." He said, beaming, "I really needed that." He frowned, "But how are you gonna help me?"