Why me....

I love suggestions just so you know and I got a great one from Lisa* you make me happy :D* Sooo thoughts will be in single quotes and dialogue will be in the double quotes * have no idea why I didn’t do that in the first place. I’ll go back at a later date and fix the first three chapters. Sorry for any confusion :D
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‘This feels nice…’ Damien thought to himself as he pushed himself up on his elbows to get more contact.
Vincent was frozen, he didn’t know what to do, here he was lying on top… oh god he was on top of Damien… ‘ I need to stop this, NOW!’ Vincent pushed himself off of Damien, and jumped backwards. He had moved to quickly and lost his balance, falling backwards on to his ass.
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!?!!” Vincent screamed as he backed away from him
Damien looked at him, confusion on his boyish features , he whispered “I…I don’t know…I just thought that…I don’t know, I’m sorry…”Damien refused to look Vincent in the eyes.
Silence resonated I the room, the only thing that could be heard was Vincent’s breathing.

“Get out of my house…” Vincent said between clenched teeth. Damien flinched, slowly got up from his laying position on the carpet, and started to move towards the exit, his eyes still downcast. He paused by Vincent’s position on the floor. He looked into Vincent’s eyes “I’m Sorry, please forgive me…” Vincent had only seen those eyes twinkle, and now they were only showing deep sorrow. He didn’t care “GET OUT!!!”
Damien jumped and quickly left Vincent’s presence.

‘What have I done…’ he got out of the house and into his car as quickly as possible and headed for home.
Vincent sat in that same position eyes staying forward unmoving, his thoughts all over the place ‘Why….Why, why would he do that? I’m not gay, and I don’t act like I am…When did he become gay? WHY THE FUCK DID HE KISS ME?!’ Vincent finally pulled himself out of his thoughts and got up from the floor.
“There has to be a reason for why he…” he looked down at the bottle of liquor they where drinking and thought that he had his answer ‘ Yeah that makes sense just a drunken slip up…I bet if I tell him about this later he wont even remember what happened…he must have just been confused and thought I was a girl…my hair is longer so it could have easily happened…’ he picked up the bottle and checked how much they hand drunken, and it didn’t seem like there was enough missing from the bottle to justify Damien’s slip up. Vincent’s buzz was long gone by now.

Vincent returned the bottle to its cabinet and walked up the stairs to his room. His head hurt from everything that just happened and he didn’t want to deal with this shit right now. He entered his room and changed out of his clothes, and started moving to his bed. He fell on to it “Fuck my life…” he said as he passed out.
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The next couple days for Vincent passed like a blur. He couldn’t pull himself to do a thing, he had barley eaten any thing, and sleep seemed to come in short taunting bursts.
He just spent his day wasting away not even fighting with his brother when he would try to get a rise from him.
His mother was afraid for her son he wouldn’t tell her what was wrong. She felt like she was loosing her baby and soon she wouldn’t have him at all.
Vincent’s thought were the only thing that were still running around , never slowing down, never giving him a break.

It was the end of the day and all he wanted to do was sleep. His mother came into his room “Honey?”
She waited patiently for his acknowledgement. “Yeah?” was Vincent’s mumbled reply.
“Honey, I really feel like you should go out and do something tomorrow, how about you and Damien go…”Vincent cut her short
“No.” he said with finality that his mother understood there was no way of getting him to do that. She quickly thought up an alternative, she couldn’t let him sit here and waste away.
“Then how about you do some yard work? The grass needs to be cut and some of the bushes trimmed.” Vincent looked into his mothers pleading eyes, and sighed.
“Alright…” She looked surprised to hear him agree “Oh, well thank you sweet heart see you tomorrow morning, good night.” his mother said as she backed out of the room. “Night…” he mumbled into his pillow, and drifted to sleep.
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Vincent was still tired but he needed to get up dressed and ready for the day. He got out of his bed and slowly stumbled into the bath room.
He stretched in front of the mirror and turned on the Shower so it was warm, turning the knob until it got warmer.
Vincent stripped out of his clothing and stepped into the warm spray, putting his hair under the water as he tried to relax but try as he might, his mind began to wonder again like it had been for the past couple days, but this time, instead of dancing around with insignificant questions, his mind cut to the chase.

‘Why did he… kiss me, I’m not Gay!’ He thought to himself and pulled on his hair a bit.
“Then why did you like it when I kissed you?” he heared Damien’s voice behind him. Vincent jumped, and turned around to meet his sad eyes. “I DID NOT like it!!!” Vincent screamed at him
Damien walked toward him until he was pressed against the shower wall, his hands were pressed against Vincent’s chest and he whispered in his ear “ I heard you moan, when our bodies were pressed together, admit that you wanted to kiss, just as bad as I did.” Damien pressed himself closer to Vincent, leaned up and kissed him again very gently.
Vincent didn’t push him away this time his arms wrapped around Damien and brought him closer to himself moaning into Damien’s mouth.
Damien smiled against his lips “I told you that you liked my lips on yours…” he trailed off as their lips met again.

Vincent pulled away quickly “No, NO! I’m not gay!!! Stop kissing me!!!!” Vincent screamed at him again and pushed Damien away from him.
Damien stumbled backward and looked at him “I’m not forcing you to do anything and you like it see…” Damien pointed at Vincent’s cock which was starting to come to life from their actions.
Vincent looked down and then at Damien “This can’t be happening I’m not gay! I’m not a Fag!!!! Vincent was saying in denial of the entire situation. Damien stood back up “ It’s not that bad, and men are so much easier to deal with, I wouldn’t try and hurt you like she did..” Vincent looked at him calming down slightly. ‘His eyes…their dancing again’ Vincent smiled a bit.
“I can help you with that..” Damien walked over to him and got on his knees.
“What are you doing?” Vincent said to him looking down with a morbid fascination
“Shhhh….You’ll see…” Damien smiled at him again, and wrapped his hand around Vincent’s member.
Moaning deeply, Vincent slid down the showers linoleum lining until he was at Damien’s level. Damien leaned into kiss him again while stroking him up and down, Vincent didn’t fight him at all.
Damien pulled away from the kiss and concentrated on making Vincent cum for him.
“Do you like this?” He asked as his thumb circled around the head and he pulled his hand up slowly.
Vincent moaned deeper and thrusted into his touch”….yeessss….”he moaned and started to move around.
Vincent pushed Damien onto his back, and pulled his hand away, grinding into Damien. Vincent moaned again “Why are you doing this to me?” he whispered to him.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Damien whispered back and went up for a kiss and…

Vincent jumped up from his bed sweating
“FUCK!!!!” was Vincent’s proclamation as he got up.
“ What the hell was that about, now my own fucking mind is going against me?!!!!” he looked down to see the tent that had formed from his less than PG dream “AND YOU TO?!!”

Vincent ran to the shower and turned on the cold water he put his hand under it and jumped a bit “Fuck no I’m not going to be cold for the rest of the day to get rid of a hard on…” he thought to himself ‘Well might as well get rid of it the old fashioned way’ he locked the door to the bathroom and began to fantasize about the women of his dreams. He began to run his hands up in down his length, thinking of the model lowering onto her knees and beginning to take him into her mouth. “Mmmm…”moaning he continued to think about the women sucking him dry. His hand was moving faster and faster… he was so close. He went back to his fantasy girl as she slowly pulled away from his member. “Cum for me…” and her face had morphed into Damien’s as he tumbled over the edge.

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Vincent was in a shitty mood for the rest of the day. He decided to punish his traitor of a body with some intense labor. Vincent finished a short time later and sat outdoors for awhile, it was nice not to be stuck in that damn stuffy room for a bit.
As he was lounging on his porch he seen the mail women pull up and drop of her cargo, the engine rumbling as she idled, and shortly there after, she pulled away.

Vincent got up to retrieve the mail and went over it to see if he had received anything.
‘Bill, Bill, Bill, oh that sucks, Jury duty…. More bills, hmmm…’ Vincent found one letter addressed to him, it was lacking a return address. He walked into the house, his eyes having trouble adjusting to the change in light. Vincent set the other mail down on the living room table and sat down on the love seat.
He opened the letter it read:

Dear Vincent,
Please do not set this letter down before you read all of it…

Vincent stopped reading for a second, it was obviously from Damien ‘I’ll humor him…’ Vincent thought to himself and continued reading…

I wanted to tell you I’m sorry for what happened a couple nights ago, I didn’t mean to do that to you it just sort of happened. I’m hoping you will forgive me for what I’ve done, it was a big mistake. I guess I should tell you a something about myself, I’m a homosexual, and I’m not going to change that. I still want to be friends with you if you will take me back. I know I’m the one in the wrong so I’m giving you a choice as to how to deal with me. I’ll be at Moon Park in our neighborhood at nine o’clock on the fifth of June, I would like you to meet me there at some time around then, your first option is to kick my ass until your satisfied and I wont fight back. Your second option is to talk to me and decide if you still wish to be friends or not.
Damien
Vincent set down the letter and walked to the kitchen to look at the calendar, looking at the date he seen today was the fifth. He contemplated what he should do for a while.
‘I’m going to go see him…’
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