Kiss Him

For the first time, you take his upper lip between your own and gently suck on it, once more praying to God that he'll accept your advance. Even as you do it, you're not sure it's the right choice, but you'll be damned if you'll let him know that.

Suddenly, he stops snoring and pushes himself away.

"What - Dude, what are you doing?"

"You just had something on your lip. What the fuck does it look like I'm doing? I think I love you, so I'm kissing you."

His eyes shine with tears, like a poor kid being gifted with a PlayStation. "You... you... Do you really mean it?"

You sigh. Is the rowdy brat trying to embarass me now? "Yeah, I guess."

"You love me?"

"What the fuck did I just say?"

"I love you too!" He actually starts crying, and for the first time you feel a blush taking over your face. Why is he acting like this?

Unable to come to grips with the awkwardness of it all, you decide the best thing to do is just continue the kiss. Aggressively now, you push your tongue into his mouth, establishing your dominance in the best way possible.

After an hour or so of adorable kissing and cuddling, you decide it's time to get up, tearing yourselves away from each other. You shower together, intimately washing each other's most private regions. The hot water only enhances the burning desire you feel for him, and now that you've admitted your love, the awkwardness is all gone from your relationship. Neither one of you afraid to openly hold each other lovingly, nor are either of you afraid to playfully bite a nipple or grab an ass.

You know you have to leave now, but the two of you make detailed plans for a get-together tomorrow, sealed with another kiss.

Driving home, you reflect upon your decision. While a part of you still can't come to terms with what you're doing, the stronger part of your soul knows that you've made the right choice.