As Lucas and I walked back to my place I learned a lot of things about him, his personality was actually pretty similar to mine.

I took out my key and unlocked the door. As we shuffled in I went straight to the bathroom to see the damage that had been done to my face.

"Eh. It'll heal." I said as I shrugged off all the little stinging on various parts of my body.

I walked back into my room and saw Lucas chilling at my desk, "Do you have a first aid kit?"

I chuckled, "What, after beating me up for years you now want to help path me up?"

I walked over to sit on the edge of my bed.

"Hey, in my defense you were beating me up too," Lucas laughed back.

"There's one in the bathroom under the sink," I told him as I rubbed my bruised face.

He stood up shaking his head as he went into the bathroom and took out a small box with band-aids, wipes, and disinfectant in it. He came back into the main room with a big smile on his face. His smile was so beautiful.

Wait, did I just think Lucas's smile was beautiful?? Ugh, what is wrong with me. Am I actually gay? Maybe I'm bi since I've never looked at a guy like this before. Wait, no. That doesn't make sense I haven't looked at girls like that either.... Shit I'm gay aren't I?

I was lost in thought and didn't notice Lucas crouching down, kneeling in between my legs. He placed the box on the bed next to be and opened it, taking out something to clean the cut above my left eye.

I normally do this myself, but I have to admit it is kind of nice having someone else to help me with it.

As he gently rubbed a while under and around my eye, cleaning off the dry blood, Lucas asked me, "Hey, Kai?"

"Hmm?" I responded quietly, secretly enjoying the attention.

"Do you still hate me?" He questioned quietly, focused on patching me up.

"Hate? Hate is a strong word... No, I don't, I don't think I ever did." I grinned to myself, "I think you were more annoying than anything else, like a fly constantly buzzing around your face."

He scoffed, "A fly? Did you really just compare me to a fly??"

"Oh but of course, it's the most annoying thing I could think of- '' I winced as he smacked a bandaid on the gash on my forehead.

"Ow." I reached up to feel where he lightly hit me.

"That's what you get for calling me annoying." Lucas stood up and laid down on my bed.

"Dude, don't lie down on my bed! That's nasty, you've been wearing those clothes for two days!" I yelled, grabbing his arm and yanking him off of the bed.

Met with resistance from his large, heavy frame, I squatted down still pulling.

"Nooo I don't wanna," he whined, "I'm tired." He said with a pout.

With one last yank, I managed to tug him onto the floor, landing on my butt.

Falling on his face, Lucas let out a loud groan.

"Tired?? You? How are you tired, I was the one who fought."

Lucas turned on his side to face me, propping his head up with his hand. This gave me a chance to really look at his face for the first time. I had never bothered to notice the subtle things while we were fighting, and last night I was too drunk.

He was extremely attractive, I understand why girls fawned over him so much. It's not like they didn't do the same to me, but I already knew I was good looking.

After being bullied for so long, I put in a lot of effort to get my appearance to where it is today. So it's normal to have confidence, and rightfully so.

"I'm just tired because so much has happened in a span of less than 48 hours. Seriously, it's exhausting trying to comprehend how you have an actual personality-" I slapped Lucas on the mouth to shut him up as he began to laugh.

A large smile spread across my face as I stood up to grab clothes for Lucas to change into, no way I was letting his dirty ass sleep in my bed.

"No personality my ass! I'll have you know I have a wonderful personality and you should be grateful to even be able to talk to me," my sarcasm reached Lucas as he chuckled and shook his head.

I chucked a shirt, some shorts, and some boxers at his head, Lucas only being able to catch the shirt before the other two pieces landed on his head.

"No go take a shower, you reek."

Lucas stood up and as he walked past me heading into the bathroom he said, "Do you want to join me?" A devilish smirk consumed his face.

"Oh fuck off!" I shoved a laughing Lucas into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

"Come on!" He shouted from the other side of the door, "don't pretend like I haven't already seen you naked!"

Once I heard the water turned on, I crawled into my bed, leaving a side for Lucas to sleep on. It's strange having someone else in such a personal space... It's been three years since anyone has come to visit me, not even my own friends. I liked that Zayden and Jack respected my privacy, no questions asked. But I also liked having someone here with me, after all these years, this is the first time I don't feel so alone.

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I didn't wake up the next day until around 2... yes, pm. Lucas and I didn't even get back to my place until early in the morning and being the teenage boy that I am, I slept in. Looking to my left, I could also see Lucas still fast asleep. He probably went to bed even later than me since I passed out before he finished his shower.

He looked so peaceful and serene. He was facing me, his plump lips slightly parted and his long, dark eyelashes falling over his cheekbones.

I was beginning to accept my attraction towards him. Based on the last couple of days, Lucas was nowhere near as bad as I thought. He seemed considerate and our personalities mixed well. We had pretty similar senses of humor. And we actually seemed to have a lot in common.

It's not like I think being gay is a bad thing, I just never considered that I could also be gay. But the large boy sprawled out right next to me had me thinking that I probably was gay.

I grabbed my phone off of the floor where it was plugged in to charge. I hadn't looked at it since before the party Friday night and it was completely blown up with messages from Zayden and Jack asking me what I did with Lucas, and why I wasn't answering my phone.

I didn't bother answering their texts or missed calls, I would see them tomorrow anyway.

Lucas didn't wake up for another hour or so, and when he did we spent the rest of the day just talking about random things and vibing to music.

Around 11 pm I got back into bed, but after lying down for a solid 30 seconds I popped back up, "I'm not tired yet, I'm still wide awake cause we didn't really do anything today."

"Wanna watch a movie?" Lucas proposed.

"Sure, you can pick."

We were both leaning against the wall at the head of my bed. I set my laptop between the two of us. Lucas was going through my Netflix and ended up picking a movie neither of us had seen before. It started off okay, the plot was mediocre, it was a typical American movie with a straight main couple and a little side gay couple with barely any screen time.

Out of nowhere, a hot scene came on. Like they really just jumped from the characters screaming and yelling at each other to getting it on...

It was kind of awkward watching this with someone else in the room, it was practically gay pron, just slightly more censored.

This was the first time I had ever watched two guys get intimate with each other. Sure I had watched porn before, but it never occurred to me that I should try gay pron as well.

I was beginning to get all hot and bothered but I had to hide that because Lucas was still right next to me. I knew if I kept watching this that I would have a problem, I just silently hoped that Lucas didn't notice.

Unfortunately, He did notice. I caught him staring at my crotch and he looked back up at me and started laughing.

"It's not funny!" I pouted like a baby as I grabbed a pillow and threw it at his head.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is funny." He said, still laughing.

I was super embarrassed, especially because Lucas and I already had become slightly intimate with each other and now he's seeing me get excited from a movie, it's not even actual pron. So embarrassing.

I turned myself so I was slightly facing away from him, making sure not to look at his face.

Lucas started to scoot closer to me, "Awww, is Kai embarrassed?" He said in a little baby voice.

"Well, don't be. It kinda turns me on." My face dropped, his voice was in a deep hushed whisper and I could feel myself getting harder.

What? Why does he have this effect on me? I'm straight.

I hoped that by telling myself I was straight the embarrassment would somehow go away.

I am totally straight.

Shit, there's no reason for me to try and convince myself. I think it's obvious at this point that I am most definitely not straight, like at all.