(M x M) Soap Anyone?
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Thread Topic: (M x M) Soap Anyone?
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"You can't speak to your mother in that tone of voice. Children are supposed to obey their parents. You know better-"
"OH MY GOSH!" Rebecca dropped the glass of water she was holding into her lap just as James turned around to find out what she was freaking out about. Her face was paler than the time she had seen a mouse in their rental cabin and had fainted dead away. She had stood up and was pointing at Terry like she was about to accuse him of murder. Instead, all that came out of her mouth was a loud squealing noise.
James's mother looked horrified. She grabbed her arm and pulled her back into her seat, gripping Rebecca's shoulder tightly. "Darling, what's the matter?"
In a hilariously dramatic voice, Rebecca muttered something about videos and took her phone out. As her father scolded her for using it at the dinner table, she pulled up a picture and glanced between it and Terry. "You're HumDrum," She declared, nodding as she slammed her phone down. "You're my favorite YouTuber! I... I'm living next to my favorite YouTuber," She squealed, looking ready to pounce on Terry as soon as her mother let go of her arm. -
Terry jumped when he heard the outburst, along with about half of the table. He turned around, to see one of James' sisters pointing at him, and his eyes widened. Had he done something wrong? Was he wearing his shoes in the house? Was there a bug on him? He looked down at himself, but everything seemed fine.
She looked at her phone, and everyone seemed pretty quiet as if everyone was waiting to see what she was going to say. But Terry had already figured it out- she'd said something about videos, and that was all he needed to hear. He turned around, so his back was to the table, even though that was probably really rude. "I need to go," he mumbled, but felt frozen where he stood.
"Oh, that's Terry alright. He has a really famous Youtube channel, with like, four or five million subscribers?" Terry's older sister clarified, while Terry stood there with wide eyes, although no one could really see him.
"Y-yeah, that's me," he said, crossing his arms. "I'm going to go upstairs now," he said, in a decided tone, and dashed out of the kitchen, rushing up the stairs, and back into James' room.
Once the door was shut behind him, he sat down on the floor with his back against it. It was probably rude to keep James out of his bedroom, but then again James would probably otherwise find him and think he was crazy.
No one had said anything bad, but he was panicking. He hadn't wanted to hear anyone talk about him, so he was on the other side of the door struggling to breathe with his head rolled back against the door. -
James watched the whole scene play out, but quickly turned to finish making plates. He balanced them and two cans of soda awkwardly, ignoring the conversation at the table. He almost tripped goimg up the stairs. Twice. When he got to his door, he had to set the plates down to open it, but he couldn't. James pressed his ear against the door for a second, listening to Terry's labored breathing. With a sigh, he knocked.
"Dude. I know my sister probably freaked you out a little. But please let me in. I don't want to eat in the hall." He paused a listened for a second more, before adding a soft, "I don't want to talk or anything. I just want in so we can eat."
Down below, he could hear his dad starting to talk about his church. James eye-rolled pretty hard, and then realized that Ryan hadn't been at the table. His high chair had been left at the kitchen island. Cursing softly, he sat the sodas down and crossed the hall to the small nursery. Ryan had woken up from his nap and sat in his playpen, eyes wide, one first half way inside his mouth. James picked him up and balanced him on his hip, ignoring the slobber while he fixed his brother's hearing aids.
"Hey, dude. We totally didn't forget about you. Are you hungry?"
He shut the door behind him and crossed to his bedroom, tapping on the door again. -
Terry jumped at the knock. s---. He needed to move, he figured. He must seem so stupid, he thought. Literally no one had said anything bad about him so what was the problem? It was just because he was weird, he knew, he had weird things that upset him. Like bugs that are too big to step on so you have to catch them in a cup, buildings like Sam's club that have ridiculously high ceilings that made him nervous if he looked up, or having people talk about him.
"Sorry!" He said when James came back after a minute, clutching his hand over his chest, trying to calm down. He stood up, and opened the door for him an inch so he could push it open the rest of the way, giving himself a moment of time. He quickly crossed the room, back to the desk with the computer. He sat down, pulled his knees up so they were against the edge of the desk, his still clutching his shirt. His other hand went to the laptop, and as if he wasn't struggling to breathe like a normal human being, he went to scrolling down the tumblr page again. -
James sat Ryan down on Sage's bed, retrieving the food and setting it on the desk. "Are you sure you don't have asthma? You sound like you're having a panic attack," He picked his plate up and sat next to Ryan, giving him a piece of his breakstick. James knew he had promised not to talk to Terry, but he was genuinely worried about him.
It wasn't that James had asthma of even an anxiety disorder. Jen had the former, and he was used to freaking out every time she started having problems after one unfortunate event that had resulted in seeing his best friend, unconscious, being loaded into an ambulance.
"If you have an inhaler that you need, I can go across and grab it. I think I have a paper bag somewhere... It probably has paints in it, though." He sighed, chewing another bite of lasagna as he studied Terry's back. The way his shoulders moved when he breathed. His neck, the back of his hair- s---. He was so gay.
"Uhm. By the way. This is my brother, Ryan. He's two." -
Terry shook his head. This was ridiculously embarrassing, and deep down he just really wanted to go home. He had started to, at the very least, not mind James. He was admiring his art work and book collection, so in a second hand sense he felt he was getting to know him. He needed to calm down before he really did have a panic attack, which would probably result with James thinking he was weird for getting so anxious about practically nothing.
"I'm fine, just- breathing, trying," he said, holding his breath for a second, and then breathing again, slowly in and slowly out over and over. Within a few moments, he was okay enough to draw himself out of his thoughts. He turned his head, looking at the little kid on the bed, and smiking a bit. "He's cute," he said, then turned back to the computer.
He sat quietly for a second, scrolling. Then said, "Sorry for being a freak, I don't like hearing people talk about me." He set his legs down and moved the laptop so the food was in front of him, starting to eat. -
"You're not a freak," James responded immediately, although his mouth was full of food. He apologized, and placed a hand over his lips while he finished chewing. "I mean, really. Sage is a freak. He talks about boobs like they're football scores. He laid on a lunch table once with his head hanging off, and had one of his friends pour milk down his nose. That's freak-stuff. You're not a freak."
He realized he was rambling and immediately shut up, carefully going back to feeding Ryan, who was blissfully oblivious to the world in the way only children could be.
"If you want to avoid Rebecca, you can just cross over through the windows when you're done eating. I'll tell your parents you slipped out without them noticing if the ask," He offered, eyes drifting over to his own bed.
Suddenly, his heart froze. The drawing of Terry was still sitting out, there for anyone to see. A spark of embarrassment went through him. No wonder Terry didn't want anything to do with him. He probably thought he was some homo-obsessed creep. -
Terry blinked when James reassured him that he was not, in fact, a freak. It wasn't bad, it was actually pretty nice for someone to say that. However, he laughed a bit about his brother. "So he's the hyper-heterosexual type, huh?" He chuckled, cutting his lasagna into smaller squares. "He's a total hunk, not going to lie. But I kind of guessed he would be a jerk."
He wasn't, for once, minding the rambling. He actually felt pretty comfortable talking with James. "Uhm.. I guess I could try," he said, although he felt like he might chicken out. He was a bit afraid of heights, and climbing across two open windows didn't really seem like a good idea.
He decided to turn his chair, to face the person he was talking to. He could picture how happy his parents would be to see this, him ready to try to start a conversation. His eyes searched the room for a second, looking for a topic, until he saw it. A painting on the bed that looked rather like it might be of him. ".. What is that?" He asked, having already noticed James looking at it. -
"It-It's just a painting," He stuttered out. f---. Terry hadn't seen it, but James had made him notice it and f---, he was so f---ing stupid. He wanted to slam his head into the wall like those birds who buried their heads in the sand. Instead he just gave Ryan another piece of bread and went on with spewing some bulls--- to distract Terry from the totally gay painting of himself.
"I draw a lot," He explained, exhaling slowly, "A lot of people. They're interested. I.. I like space, too. And you have a nice face, from the perspective of an artist."
He wanted to clarify. Even though Terry had called Sage a hunk, he probably wasn't gay. Some teens were just comfortable in their sexuality, he reasoned, but that didn't mean it was okay to draw them in a totally gay way. Oh god. He's freaking out a little bit now, and his hands are noticeably shaking. Terry has already seen most of his art. He probably knows. f---. He definitely knows. What if he tells his dad? -
Terry stared at the painting for a second. So, yes, it was of him, which he was intially thinking. He was the type of person to draw ten different conclusions way too quickly, and he even thought that James was some closet fan of his who was going to stalk him and pretend to be his friend just because he thought he was hot- well, that was wrong.
He didn't suspect James was lying, he didn't seem like the type of guy to do that. He blushed, realizing in some way that James had said he was attractive, but he again didn't mind. Instead, he picked up on the fact that the other guy was shaking.
He'd pretty easily been able to figure out James was gay, since his paintings of people seemed to also veer towards hot guys, especially the hunky baseball player. Maybe he was nervous because he didn't want Terry to think he was gay?
"I'm gay. Just, you know. Putting that out there. Guys are hot so, like, I get that." He said. He was holding his plate in his lap, and poking a piece of lasagna with his fork. -
James wishes that he could turn this into a laughable situation. That he could crack a joke and then dunk out of the room and scream into his hands. He feels his neck turning red at Terry's casual admission and sputters something like 'that's cool' because he literally feels like he might pull a Rebecca and faint dead away. Ryan tugs at his hand for another piece if bread and James hands him tje other half of the stick, still shaking. He feels sick, lasagna churning in his stomach, threatening to crawl up his throat if he doesn't get it together.
"I'm gay," He blurts out, as if it weren't obvious already. He's never admitted it outloud. Not even to Jen, who was literally the closest person to him on earth. He feels like this is a dream. He totally didn't just admit to an almost complete stranger that he was a-
"My dad is a preacher. He literally donates money to Westboro Baptist Church. He... Would kill me. If he knew. I don't think I'm exaggerating. I wish I was." -
Terry kept his eyes on James, not really picking up on how uncomfortable being watched like that might be. But he wanted to see how James reacted to this, if it would make him any more comfortable with him. He saw the way he blushed, and that his hands were still shaking, so he supposed either admitting that hadn't helped or it had just made him nervous in some other way.
He smirked a little, having already guessed as much, but felt it wouldn't be polite to say that. And then, James tacked on that his dad was a preacher. A crazy preacher, apparently. "Oh.. That sucks. I don't think my family really cares, but they don't really care about me in the first place so they haven't talked to me enough to ask or have me tell them, hahahaaa," he sighed, then smiled awkwardly. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Duh." -
"But if you, a total stranger can figure it out.. Then what if other people do? s---, what if they already know? I mean, you apparently showed my s--- art off to your millions of viewers. And Rebecca watches you. And some of my drawings... What if she figures it out?" He might not have taken a single breath during the whole ramble, and he realizes that he sounds a little angry. James doesn't miss the fact that Terry more or less states that his family doesn't give a single f--- about him but he can't respond to it, isn't sure how.
"I wouldn't tell anyone else about yourself, either. I play baseball, right? My dad coaches that and co-coaches football. There was a kid freshman year, and some of the players... Found out he had a boyfriend. They got all pissed that he had been changing around them. They put him in the hospital. For a week. I mean, they got in trouble. Most of them aren't at the school anymore. But.. My dad kicked the boy off the team. The bullying got so bad that he dropped out."
(Gonna go to bed.) -
As James explained, Terry realized that, yes, he may as well have just outed James at the dinner table. "I'm sorry," he breathed, looking down at his plate. Crap, here he was starting to make friends with someone, and he'd messed it up long before they'd even met. "I'll take it down. I mean, maybe she already saw it.. I'm sorry."
He listened to the story about the baseball players, and couldn't help but be unsettled. It sounded like he would fit right in at school, what fun. He sighed, turning and setting his half empty plate down on the desk. "I just won't talk to anyone. Unless there's a bunch of people who know who I am, but I hope not. I don't want anyone to talk.. To me.. I'm sorry, for talking so much. I just realized that I said I wouldn't talk to you and you probably don't want me to."
(okay, good night!) -
"You don't have to do that. Just edit out the parts with the drawings of... Boys. Rebecca isn't smart enough to make connections quickly." James sat his food aside and focused his attention on the window across from him. He could look directly into Terry's room from here. It was like something from a crappy romcom. He wanted to hide. But the one place he could hide wasn't his anymore, and probably hadn't ever been his in the first place. He wondered if he could find a new spot. Maybe in the park or in the fields behind school. But it wouldn't be the same.
"I like you talking to me," He responded softly, not sure how to approach the topic. "But I understand if you don't want to anymore. I know I'm a little.. Odd. But I don't get a lot of chances to talk to people and it's kind of nice. But, um! You don't.. You don't have to talk to me anymore, if you don't want to."
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