The steady buzz of hard plastic against pure mohogany wood draws me from my slumber, and honestly which lunatic calls someone this early in the morning? I am trying to pry myself out of bed to answer it, but then my body freezes as my mind registers the weight across my waist, like an anchor pinning me down. Then, like a dam breaking, reality is seeping through my core as I feel the steady breathing against the back of my neck, the warm body pressed behind my form and the slight smell of sandalwood engulfing my senses.

And I know it's him.

Memories are assaulting me now, like rough hard Gin spilling down my throat. Memories of sinful lips and tongues on fire, of the most needy moans I think i have ever uttered or heard, the smooth skin of my best friend's being pressed up against me rocking into my core saying words that even now are making me harder than any man should ever be...and I think I'm drunk. Oh dear mother of pearl I MUST be drunk!

Then suddenly the panic kicks in. The possibility that maybe Pouge will regret this, i mean as far as I know he's always been straight I've never even so much as seen him look at a guy for too long. Maybe he was just out for a one off. And almost instantaneously i feel the panic turn into something so much worse. I feel my heart almost scream at the notion and pain is seeping out of almost every pore in my body.

I have to get out! I don't even care that this is my house or that my mom might wonder why the hell she doesn't see me at breakfast. I have to leave!

...before he leaves me.

I finally manage to calm my breathing and I'm barely lifting his arm so I can squirm out from under it, and even now the feel of the satin skin on his arm is intoxicating me...even now...even as its breaking my heart.

I'm almost up, almost out. Almost. Then the treacherous hand comes crashing right back down pulling me back into him with strength that speaks to a body awake rather than in slumber. And again my body tenses and i can't move.

I feel his nose rub against the back of my neck as he breathes me in. I feel the softest kiss that he leaves there.

"Caleb, don't go." His words are light and groggy, but their sound is heavy on me. His kisses move to behind my ear and I feel the fire in me ignite.

"Pouge, what are you doing? You're not gay."

"Neither are you." His lips still pressing against my skin.

"Then what are we doing?" My voice is a bit more breathless than I'd like it to be but at this point I don't care.

What I'm not ready for though is the quick grace with which he's up on his knees turning me over and straddling my hips. His mouth is on mine faster than i could ever imagine and it's a kiss that's as powerful as it is tender.

"We're giving in Caleb, because after last night i don't think i can not kiss you ever again. Cause you're a guy but hell you make my blood boil more than anyone else I've ever met, we're doing this because a part of you has always been mine, and a part of me has always been yours. I want to drown in you Caleb, want to love you." His eyes are burning through me and pull him down hard back to my lips and kiss him with everything inme, every ounce of love lust need and want I ever felt for him, until finally we can't breathe.

His forehead presses againts the sheets, his body still on top of mine and his lips mumur the softest breath of life to me..."...always wanted to love you."