Country Boys

*Daylith's View*
"So do you still talk to Aaron?" he asked.
I looked at the floor, away from Timmy. "No. He's dead."
"What?!" He asked completely surprised.
"I don't want to talk about it okay? Maybe next time you snoop through my shit you'll find out what happened."
"I thought you said you weren’t mad about it." He said with a frown.
"I lied. So now you have to make it up to me."
"How?"
"Hmm, let me think." I said.
I didn't know what was wrong with me. All this talk about Aaron made me feel depressed again. I thought I was over it, but I guess not.
I almost felt like telling Timmy that in order to make it up to me he had to bring Aaron back, but I knew that was impossible so I thought of the next best thing.
"Just, promise me that one day we'll be good friends like I was with Aaron."

*Timmy’s View*
I could tell that Daylith was upset because this was a whole new side of him. I wanted to just end it and say that I promise, but didn't he and Aaron have an intimate friendship? I didn't want to make any promises to that. However, the idea of it didn't disgust me like it should have. So I just gave in.
"Yea yea, I promise. So can I take a shower now?" I asked hoping to brush this whole moment aside. He threw me a towel and I went into the bathroom.

After I got out of the shower I got dressed and found Daylith watching TV. I sat down and saw that he was watching some hunting show. It reminded me of when my aunt was still alive and my uncle was nice. He had brought me hunting a couple of times and we actually got along quite well. I missed those days.
"I don't understand hunting. I hate it. How can a person enjoy killing other living things? I mean, I couldn't even imagine pointing a gun at an animal let alone shooting one." Daylith said, interrupting my thoughts.
"It's actually pretty fun; I’ve been hunting a couple of times."
"I should've known, you’re a country kid."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked slightly offended.
"Hunting for sport is more common among you Upstater’s. It's completely inhumane dude, I don't know what your people's problem is."
I couldn't tell if he was joking or if he was really trying to offend me. Either way I was offended. He was talking to me as if I were a completely different species.
"Well sorry, maybe you’re not good enough for the country then."
He laughed and said, "Whatever," and then changed the channel.

We watched about another hour of TV and only spoke when we had a comment on a television show. Around 9:30pm the phone rang. Daylith got up to answer it and all of a sudden I remembered that girl he was supposed to call, and I was afraid she was calling him. Fortunately it was just his dad.

*Daylith’s View*
I answered the phone to hear my dad's voice on the other end. He said that he was a couple of blocks away and his car broke down so he was going to have to walk the rest of the way. He just wanted to check up on us and let us know that he was on his way. I hung up and told Timmy that he was coming.
"Yeah his damn car broke down." I said. "So now he has to walk."
"What's wrong with it?" Timmy asked.
"Ah I don't know, he's been having trouble with the engine."
"I bet I could fix it." He stated. "I've been fixing tractors ever since I was born, cars can’t be that much different. Want me to check it out?"
"Yea let's go!"

I honestly didn't believe that Timmy could fix my dad's car but I was getting bored and the idea of heading out there to give it a try sounded fun. I got dressed and lent Timmy another outfit.
I grabbed two flashlights and headed to the garage to get out my bikes.
We rode down a couple of blocks and bumped into my dad walking.
"Hey daaad!" I yelled a couple feet away from him.
"What are you guys doing out here?!" He yelled back.
Once I got a bit closer I said, "Timmy's got mechanical experience, he's gonna check out your car."
Timmy told my dad that he worked on tractors a lot, so my dad told us to knock ourselves out, and we headed to the car.

We rode up the street to find his car pulled over on the side of the road. The whole place looked so empty and abandoned you'd think we were in the middle of no where.
Timmy did a poppa-wheeley and then jumped off the bike to run to the car. I didn't really care that he just dumped the bike on the ground but I preferred to put the kick-stand down on mine.
It was really dark so he handed me both the flash lights and told me to shine them down on the car hood. He lifted it up and said "Alright now I’ll show you how it's done."
I watched curiously while holding the light steady on the hood. I had no idea what he was doing but he started to check and see if everything was on tight. His hands got greasy and when he went to wipe his forehead a trail of black grease was left behind. I was a little upset that he wiped his hands off on my shirt because I knew that the grease wouldn't come out in the wash, but I didn't say anything.
"Hmm everything looks okay here." He said and then looked at something in the engine and grinned. He lifted out a long wire and wiped the tip of it on his shirt. Nothing got on the shirt, which I was happy for, but then he started laughing.
"Dude no offense but you city people are so helpless. Normally you check the oil first, but I figured you guys would at least be that smart. The car doesn't have any oil in it you retard."
I couldn't help but laugh, who would have thought the problem was so simple.
He added, "However your dad could have a leak. Bring the flash lights down here," he said as he knelt down to look underneath the car. I brought the flashlights to the ground but we didn't see anything.
"Hmm. Maybe the oil was already dry by the time it stalled here. Let's go check the floor of the garage." He said.
I handed him the other flash light and we got back on the bikes to head home. We went into the garage and to my surprise, but not his, there was a big puddle on the floor that we missed before because of the lack of light.
"There's your problem bud." He said while pointing to the spot.
We both laughed and I grabbed a rag to put over the spill.

We went back inside to let my dad know what the problem was. Timmy explained it and I could tell my dad felt like a complete idiot.
Afterwards my dad reminded us that it was 10pm and a school night, so he said we should get to bed. I said goodnight and as we went upstairs I thought to myself, ‘I can't believe I ever hated that man.’ He was always so nice and caring and even now he's been treating Timmy like one of the family. It all felt natural in some way.
Timmy sat on my bed and started to take his shoes off. I don't know why but just looking at him turned me on. He had lean muscles which he must have got from all his manual labor, he never mentioned actually exercising. His brown hair clung to his forehead from a thin layer of sweat and then there was the grease on his face and shirt. He had such a rugged look that he got from living in the country. I wondered if he was in the least bit attracted to me, considering I must look different from living in the city.
I hadn't realized I was staring until he noticed and said "What're you looking at?"
I wasn't about to tell him that I was bi and couldn't stop checking him out, so instead I curtly said, "Nothing."

I turned off the lights and Timmy asked, "Your dad doesn't care that we're sharing the same bed?"
"Why would he? We're friend’s man, he doesn’t care. Now if we were showering together he'd probably be wondering what's going on but we'll save that for later, right?"
"Yea yea, there you go again with those jokes," he said, dismissing my comment. However, I'd bet money that he was blushing right now. Too bad it was too dark to see.

*Timmy’s View*
We laid there for about ten minutes and for some reason I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking that if my uncle knew I was in a boys bed he'd be calling me a fag and putting me down, and yet here I am and no one else thinks it's strange. I could tell that Daylith was still up because once in a while he’d switch positions. I wondered what was keeping him awake.
All of a sudden Daylith cut into the silence by saying, "Hey you know what? I forgot to call that girl."
"So?" I said obviously uninterested.
"I think I’m gonna call her."
"What for?" I was actually hoping that he would forget and not call her at all, but things never seem to go my way.
"If I don't call, she’ll probably get Marcus on my case, so I have to call. And I want to call now cause in the letter she wrote something like, 'call me when you feel brave enough.' So if I wait a couple of days she'll probably think I was too nervous to call. But if I call her now, I’ll seem more forward." He explained.
"Wow, think over that much?" That's probably what he's been tossing and turning about.
"Sure did," he said while leaning over me to grab the phone from the night stand. In that brief moment I felt his whole upper body lean against mine and neither of us had a shirt to separate our skin. I actually liked the way it felt and I strangely wanted him to stay there close to me, however, he pulled away once he reached the phone.
I just laid there and listened while Daylith mumbled to himself, "I believe her number was..." and started dialing.
The room was so quiet I could hear the phone ringing. I tried not to move, that way I’d be able to hear the whole conversation.
After about two rings, a tired voice answered.
"H-hello?"
"Hey, did I wake you?
"Yea, who is this?"
"Take a guess. I'll give you a hint; I'm the sexiest kid in the school."
I could hear the girl laugh on the other line and Daylith laughed too. I didn't like hearing them laugh together. It annoyed me and I almost wanted to turn around so I couldn't hear, but I was too curious to stop listening.
"I got worried, I was starting to think you weren’t gonna call." She said with a sheepish tone.
"Yea, sorry about that, I had a friend over so I kinda forgot."
"Aww."
I noticed that he said "had" a friend over and didn't even think to mention who it was. That was all I could take so I turned around and faced the other direction. ‘I knew it, now that he knows what people at school think of me; he's too embarrassed to admit that he hangs out with me.’
"So, you know what I look like, but I don't know what you look like." He said.
"I look like my brother, only pretty and with longer hair, oh and by the way, my name is Katherine." She said while laughing.
I hated it; I could still hear the entire conversation.
"So what do you have first period?" She asked.
"Math in room 118" He replied.
"Ok, so how about tomorrow I’ll meet you in your classroom and then you can see what I look like in person."
"And then what?" He flirted.
"Well, if you're attracted to me the way I am to you, maybe we can hook up." She said bluntly.
"Alright, well we'll see about that tomorrow then, night."
"Night babe."
And then they hung up.
I knew what she looked like in person. She was the school's whore. Every boy likes her because she's supposedly the prettiest girl around. She has long blonde hair, deep hazel eyes, big breasts, a curvy figure, and she stood about 5'5". Once Daylith sees her tomorrow, I have no doubt that he'll like her.

I felt Daylith lean over me again to put the phone back on its charger, the only difference was that this time he didn't move back to his side of the bed. Instead he laid there with his arm over my waist and his chin on my shoulder.
"Aww what's the matter Timmy? Did I keep you up?" He said in a playful voice.
I wasn't in the mood and just told him to get off.
"No. And what's the attitude for?" He asked slightly annoyed.
I started to get frustrated and pushed his arm off of me while telling him to get off again.
I know it was probably foolish of me, but I felt really betrayed right now and him acting like everything was fine just ticked me off.
I could tell he got a bit angry too at the way I was acting but I didn't care.

*Daylith’s View*
I'm starting to get sick and tired of this bullshit he keeps pulling every single time I talk to or about a girl. I decided that here and now was where we would settle this, even though I knew I shouldn't be mean to him considering he has to deal with aggression at home from his uncle.
"I'm done talking to your back so turn around." I said while pulling him off his side and onto his back, at least this way I could see his face a bit through the dark.
I hovered over him, that way he was forced to look me straight in the face. "Look, I don't know what your problem is, but every time I get near someone else you grow distant and get this attitude with me. What's the problem?!"
I saw his expression turn to anger as he yelled; "Don't try to pin it all on me! I know the truth. I heard you say to her "I had a friend over,” as if I was only with you for a couple of hours, meanwhile I’m still right here. And then you didn't even tell her who you were with. So I know how it is. After hearing what Marcus said about me you’re too afraid to tell your soon-to-be girlfriend who you’re hanging out with, "Timmy Latin the upstate hick! Cause you know she wouldn't wanna be seen with you if she knew you hung out with me."
"That's totally wrong!" I protested. "And who said I was going to go out with her, so far I didn't have any plans on it."
"I've seen her, she's the hottest girl in our school, I’m sure you'll be all for her." He said.
"Yea whatever, then how do you explain how you got with Marcus around?"
"I hate that prick. I always have, and then you start hanging out with him."
"Oh so let me not make any friends because you don't like him." I argued. "Look, just forget about that and stop beating around the bush, what's the real problem here?!"

I didn't know how Daylith knew there was more behind it. I knew the reasons I was giving were only half the problem. The real issue was that I was jealous, but how am I supposed to just come out and say I’m jealous to another guy?
"Come on, spit it out!" He insisted, obviously growing impatient with my silence.
"Fine. The real reason is that I keep getting jealous." I said, and then I felt the need to explain myself. "I mean, I’ve never had a friend before. My whole childhood up until now just totally sucked. My parents died before I could even remember their faces, and then my aunt died. My uncle abuses me and makes me work day and night. Because of him I was picked on in school. It seemed like everywhere I went, people hated me. It started to get to the point where I was thinking, why am I even alive? What's the point? Where am I heading? Then you came and everything changed. So when I see you with other people I just get jealous and afraid that I’ll become second to you. It's almost like you’re all I have right now."
I felt low and pathetic telling him my whole miserable story, and saying that he's all I have like a little pussy. But what the hell, it was the truth and he wanted it, so there it was.
I was expecting him to say something, or to get all disgusted and tell me that I had to go back to my uncle's tomorrow, but instead he laid his body down on top of mine and rested it there. His face was so close that I could feel him breathing against my neck. I had no idea what was going on or what to do, and then he said, "It's happening again."
"What?" I asked confused.
I felt him push his body against mine, as if he were trying to mold our bodies together, and bring us closer like I wanted before.
"If... If you want me all to yourself then just say so. But… don't do to me what Aaron did. You hear? I'll do anything." He said in a low tone.
It was then that I realized what I had said. ‘Didn't Aaron tell Daylith once that he was all he had before he killed himself?' I thought.

I couldn't think of anything to say. My body kept telling me ‘say it... tell him you want him all for yourself, let him know that without him you have nothing.’ Yet my mind held me back and kept me silent.
"No, it's okay. I'll get over it, trust me." I managed to say.
I was expecting him to just let the whole thing go after I said that and move back to his side, but he made no move to get up.
Instead I felt his hand slide up to my chest. He pressed his lips against the side of my neck and slid them up to my ear, planting kisses along the way.
My breath got caught in my throat and I started to feel hot. I knew this was wrong and I should push him away, but for some reason I just couldn't. My mind and body became two completely different people as they battled against each other over what to do.
His hand trailed over my stomach and his voice was husky as he whispered in my ear, "what if I were to ask you to be all mine?"
My mind went reeling and I couldn't take it anymore. He was hardly doing anything and yet I felt like I was going to explode.
My eyes grew heavy and I was afraid that he was near enough to feel my erection. I finally was able to force myself to say something before the situation went any further. "S-stop touching me Daylith, just… stop. We barely know each other and this feels a little… wrong."
He stopped and apologized before laying down on his side of the bed. "Yea, you're right… I just got a little mixed up thinking about Aaron. I'm… sorry."
Just then I got a bad feeling that I shouldn't have said those things. I didn't hate having him kiss me; what if he never wants to get close to me like that again?
I started to question myself, I shouldn’t want him close.
"Let's just pretend that none of that happened." He said.
I wish it were as easy as that. Instead I couldn't sleep because of the lingering feeling of his lips on my neck and in my mind.