The Gay Nerd Who Stole His Heart

Ella had returned home at that point. After they had woken up from their nap, Ella had convinced him to take a few shots, and a few shots had turned into numerous shots until he was a bit too drunk that Ella decided to sleep in her own bed and called a cab home, while Kylan wobbled up the stairs to his bedroom. The entire situation with Jonah was causing him to be frantic, and he was unsure whether to laugh, sob or merely ignore it. He wished he could simply ignore it, but the simple fact that it was Jonah caused him to panic. Ever since the party, he had played different ways with his emotions, and the sudden stress of his crush was not a thing he wanted to deal with. He had cried to Ella, his uncontrollable drunken mind expressing all the miserable aspects of being gay, such as being constantly judged for whom he was and continuously needing to explain something that was a regular daily lifestyle for him.

Additionally, let's not forget the hate that suddenly came when he came out of the closet, and all of a sudden, the talk about Jonah leaped to a deeper segment, and Ella comforted him throughout. It had been a long time since he expressed his feelings, and it had calmed his emotions from the panic. The alcohol was making them feel numb, but other than all that upsetting talk, they had had an insane amount of fun. His father was not home. Therefore, they could make a ridiculous amount of noise, and he was certain that he may receive noise complaints from the neighbors tomorrow.

With a loud yawn, he leaped into his bed and did not even get underneath the covers, his mind swirling with thoughts that caused him to laugh by himself. He was seconds from falling into a comfortable sleep when knocks resounded from his front door.

His father was home.

Instantly, he leaped down the stairs and rushed to the door, pulling it open; his father did not have the key, and he usually left the door unlocked for him to come in. Meaning that his father was probably pissed, and instantly when the door opened, he clenched his eyes shut and tightened his jaw, bracing for the impact of a full-force punch.

However, he heard a low chuckle, and the familiar deep but charming voice said, "Are you preparing yourself for something?" Kylan's eyes widened as Jonah brushed past him and entered the home without even asking. "You reek of alcohol," he grimaced, "have you been drinking?"

He was shocked but not as nervous nor shy to find him in his home. It did not strike him as odd, but since the alcohol was playing tricks on his mind, his emotions were wilding out of order, and his teeth gritted in anger. Jonah had embarrassed him in front of an entire class, with everyone bursting out laughing as he sprinted from the classroom in shame. The small portion of anger that was usually controlled was being turned into such an unimaginable rage that even Kylan was scared of himself.

When Jonah noticed the dark menacing glare enveloping Kylan's eyes, he raised an eyebrow, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I've never been so embarrassed in my life," he growled in rage, his fists clenching terribly hard that all his knuckles turned pale. He even had to look away since the rage increased by every feature he noticed of Jonah's that he found absolutely ravishing. "There was no reason for you to do that to me."

"Do you want to fight me?" Jonah asked cooly, and Kylan raised his head, hating the smug look on his face.

There was not even a second of hesitation, and Kylan lunged forward, pulling his arm backward and squeezing his fist, swinging his arm to connect with his cheek only to miss and stumble by his own momentum. He was attempting to regain his balance but was caught by Jonah, who laughed quietly. He pushed himself off from Jonah's grasp and angrily growled before attempting to punch him again, only resulting in the same outcome. That was when his frustration took a turn, and he suddenly became upset. With a saddened look overcoming his features, he again pushed himself from Jonah's hold and broadened his shoulders.

"You had not a single reason to embarrass me like that."

Jonah waved a dismissing hand, "Don't act like it was that big of a deal."

"It was a big deal," Kylan's voice tightened. However, the emotion that screeched through his voice made Jonah pause for a moment; it was evident Kylan was not angry because Jonah had poured water above his head. He was angry because of the people around him that laughed, all staring at him as he was ridiculed, and that was all caused by Jonah. He had suffered through those times before, and it was a remembrance of all the memories he had forced himself to forget, but that were always held within a dark spot in his mind. "Look, I heard I was not good enough for you and that you didn't even like it that night," he breathed shakily, "but I rather you just ignore me and let me get over it, then play with my feelings the way you do."

Jonah was not happy about the sudden clenching in his heart that occurred as Kylan's eyes swelled with tears. The back of his jaw tightened as he questioned himself again, as he had done for the past days ever since they had been intimate with one another. Why did he care about this boy? Not only was he not exactly the type of friend he would have in his circle, but Kylan had also admitted that he liked him. He hated that a sudden nervous feeling ran through him when Kylan was near or that he always needed to immediately turn away after he playfully kissed him since his cheeks also flared red. All those emotions were angering him; he's a dude, for Christ's sake.

After a short pause, Jonah shoved his hands in his front pockets and hissed, "You piss me off." Kylan sniffed adorably, and Jonah turned away from his gaze immediately, scoffing, "And why the hell do you flirt with all those girls?" Kylan was a bit confused, and his eyes found an empty spot for a moment as he repeated, "Flirt with all those girls?"

"You made out with one, right in front of me." His mind was wobbly. Therefore, he could barely remember what date it was and what they had done today or when Jonah had entered the home. Kylan shook his head, sniffling again in a manner that caused Jonah's entire blood to warm. He bit his bottom lip and narrowed his eyes, "And can you stop sniffling?"

He had kissed a few girls, and he was unsure whether he was speaking about the girl he kissed freshman end of the school year party or if he meant the girl he had kissed recently; his mind was all over the place. "I don't know what you're talking about," he sniffed again.

"Stop crying."

"I know," he breathed innocently, wiping his eyes as he whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm trying."

That was the last straw for Jonah. His entire body was in complete heat, and he advanced, gripping Kylan's jawline and raising his head, placing his lips onto Kylan's. Since he was drunk, it was an effort even to stay balanced as he moved his lips sloppily, but Jonah did not seem to mind. He heard Kylan muffle a moan against the kiss, which caused him to grunt from how his heart melted. However, that sentiment made his muscles tense, and he angrily deepened the kiss. There was something about this kid that was different, Jonah thought daily. Every time he was present, Jonah felt compelled to embrace him, to the point that it annoyed him so much that he wanted to simply kick his ass. He found himself examining features he had barely even noticed before and hating the attention Kylan received from people that were potential competition. Even little habits that Kylan had, he was realizing them. Such as the way he scratched his neck when he felt anxious or how he never usually looked into people's eyes whenever he was uncomfortable. Additionally, his breathing always seemed to be shaky and rapid whenever he felt distressed, and whenever he was taking notes, he always needed to write his name and the date whenever he started.

As he growled irritatedly against the kiss, he pushed Kylan against the wall behind him and held his wrists above his head, leaving his torso and chest free of resistance. He was unsure what he found attractive about Kylan; he had spent nights twirling and shuffling in his bed continuously, for hours, attempting to determine what exactly drove him to have those different sentiments. He was craving their sex again, although he did not remember it feeling that much better than with a woman, and he could name a few women that had been better than Kylan. What was it? It was a sudden feeling of wanting to protect, but also a possessive side of him wanted to make Kylan his, and only his.

After a few minutes, Jonah pulled away with an agitated look on his face, staring at Kylan's confused but hungry eyes. He bit his bottom lip before whispering, "I'm not gay." The manner Kylan's face fell made Jonah wish he could take it back. However, he was not dishonest; he seriously did not consider himself gay. It was one of the reasons he could not understand why he was committing those actions as if he was. He never had once stared at another man in his life in that manner, and even after Kylan had confessed to him, he did not even have the thought of being with another man in his mind. It grossed him out, causing a sudden uneasiness to run through his spine as he cringed. However, Kylan did not make him cringe, and that was what angered him. Why were all those emotions different for him?

Kylan sighed, "I never asked if you were." He noticed Kylan's eyes swell up once more, and he turned away from his gaze, leaning forward and lowering his head. He was right; he never had. He had been the only person questioning himself and causing such a debate to run wild in his thoughts. "And it's alright if you aren't," Kylan added quietly, "so why do you sound so sad?"

He had not even realized how shaky his voice had been when he had said that. A curse echoed in his mind; he was unsure what to do at the moment, and before he could decide, the front door opened, and both sets of eyes turned to face who had entered. Jonah pushed himself off Kylan, but Kylan's father had witnessed enough to understand what was occurring.