A Beautiful Lie

I'm back from my writing hiatus... if anyone really cares. I've been writing some stuff to get published so i haven't been focusing on writing anything for AFF. But here's something I wrote a while ago but haven't finished yet. I'll try to work on it more so I can share it with you. So without further ado...

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“Ready!” Michael set up to toss the ball. His honey brown hair seemed to glow in the sunlight which made those few natural copper strands really shine. The bright devilish smile with the one corner turned up was a sure sign he had something sneaky planned. Bryce could only get ready to catch and prepare himself for the unexpected. God knows what trick Michael had up his sleeves this time.

He lifted his powerful arm and hurled the ball through the air. Bryce readied himself to catch the ball, he watched and gaged how far he would have to move forward or back up to grab it. The ball fell into his hands, just as he felt something around his waist. Michael grabbed him and tackled him to the soft grass.

Michael gloated, still rested above Bryce’s prone body. “Keep your eye on the ball, but keep your other eye on me, Brycey-boy.” He leaned down and whispered into his ear. “Cuz I’m a sneaky fuck. Ya never know what to expect from me.”

He moved his head away from Bryce’s ear, but didn’t go far as he pressed his lips against his restrained friend’s. Bryce flung his eyes wide open in surprise.

“Playing ball with your friend gets you hard. You bad little boy. What would Father Muldowney say?” He clicked his tongue, reprimanding Bryce.

“But…”

“But…” Michael pressed his crotch against Bryce’s thigh. “I’m guilty too. I like being bad though.” Bryce saw that gleam in his eye as he leaned in to kiss him again.

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Bryce woke with a start. He felt that familiar pressure between his legs. But he felt too guilty to do anything with it. It was disgusting and wrong to have thoughts like that. At least, that’s what he always heard. He’s never known any other way. So he rolled over and prayed to God to fix him and cleanse him, because this had to be wrong to have feelings like this, right? Gay people were only that way because they want attention. They weren’t given enough attention as kids. They rebelled and that was the only way they could think of, right? That’s all he ever knew.

Nobody ever told him otherwise. But he was only 17, he still had a lot to learn.

“Brycey-honey. Wake up.”

Bryce woke this time to his mother’s sweet voice, gently calling to him. He rubbed his eyes and slowly arose. His eyes opened and met with his mother’s peaceful green ones, as she sat on the side of the bed. Her presence was calming, her caramel complexion serene, her black silky hair a breath of fresh air. Maybe it was her constant meditation that made her such a peaceful presence or just the natural Indian nature. He loved her but sometimes he felt a little trapped by her. That he might never want to leave home because of his attachment to her.

“I pressed your uniform for you.” Her voice was like a song. She had ruined him for any other woman because she was perfection to him.

She left him to get dressed and ready for school. He was alone with his impure thoughts again. He caught himself giving in and relieving the growing pressure in his dick while taking a shower. He knew he’d regret it, but he had to get rid of it to be able to focus and concentrate in class. At least that’s what he told himself.

Breakfast was awkward as ever. Dad ignored him like always, his nose in the Wall Street Journal. His little sister, Angel, was picking at her food like normal, only taking her attention away from her plate to twirl her long black strands on her little finger.

“Could you believe this, Chandra? Nasdaq went down another point.” His dad remarked.

“Please eat something Mark. I wish you would eat breakfast at home for once.”

“You know I prefer to eat while reviewing my files, Chandra.” He said calmly, sipping his coffee.

He folded up his paper and got up. He kissed her on the top of the head before leaving. “Have a nice day.” His father said as he walked away.

Bryce always wondered if his father even wanted kids or just realized he wasn’t immortal and wanted someone to carry on his name and his legacy. He fell out of love with his father a long time ago, so nothing he did really phased Bryce anymore.

He got up and thanked his mother for breakfast, before leaving. He grabbed his bookbag and headed out to his jeep. Now came the part of the day that filled him with butterflies… picking up Michael. It’s only been like that for the past few months since the dreams started, but he could never get used to the feeling. Michael was his best friend and he shouldn’t feel like this about him. But for some reason he does.

Michael was sitting on his porch as Bryce drove up. He ran over once he saw him park. He got in quickly and didn’t say a word.

“Something wrong, Michael?”

“Too many fucking people with huge fucking Irish tempers.”

That was usually the response he gave when things were bad. But a big family of full blooded irishmen… who could blame him. Mom and dad, three brothers, two of which who are older than him, and two sisters. His life was definitely not a picnic.

Bryce wished he could say something helpful and profound everytime Michael had a fight with his family. But realistically, Bryce only had one sibling and his parents weren’t very strict or confrontational. He had no idea how hard Michael’s life was. So he didn’t want to sound like a fucking therapist or someone just as worthless. But Michael never stayed moody for long.

It felt good to have Michael there with him. Then again it brought out a lot of feelings that Bryce did not want to face, so much as even think about. Aside from that Michael was still his friend, and he still had fun with him and had good times and bad times with him. It’s just that occassionally these feelings popped up. But lately it seems like it’s been happening more than normal. If fantasizing about your best friend could even be considered normal.

“You seem to be a bit preoccupied, Bryce. What’s up?”

Leave it to Michael to notice when something is bothering Bryce. He thinks that Michael is sometimes more perceptive than his mom.

“Just the calc test today.” Bryce lied. He was starting to feel bad about how easily he lied to Michael anymore.

“I’m thinking it was something bigger dan dat but I guess if ya wanted to talk about it ya wuld.”

Sometimes a little of his dad’s Irish brogue would unintentionally come out in Michael’s words. Bryce really liked it and it always made him smile. He definitely knew why girls hung around Michael more. The thought made his throat tense up but he never knew why.

“The calc test is pretty damn big, thank you.”

“Okay, don’t tell me den.” Michael smirked as Bryce continued the lie. He opened the door once Bryce parked and headed towards the school.

“Wait, Michael!”

Now Bryce actually was worried about the calc test. He couldn’t wait until lunch.

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