Acceptance

I woke up the next morning to my phone vibrating. I looked around the room as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

I was in Caleb’s room since Atlas and Matt took the guest room where I would be staying. Caleb was asleep on his bed and I had fallen asleep on his small couch last night.

I sat up, grabbed my phone, and read the text from Remmy.

Remmy: Dude, I just got off the phone with my family. I finally told them I’m bi!

Elliot: congrats! How’d it go?

Remmy: they weren’t happy about me not telling them sooner, but they got over it pretty quickly.

Elliot: I’m glad it went well. You didn’t have to tell them though

Remmy: E, our deal was that I would tell my family when you told yours. I know things ended pretty shitty for you, but you still have so many people on your side. You still have me, my family, your friends, and I know you mentioned Caleb’s mom loves you. You are a brother to me and I’m with you till the end.

His message made me tear up a bit, but I wiped away the tears before they could fall.

Elliot: I love you, R

Remmy: I love you too, E.

I looked at the time and groaned.

Elliot: Remmy, why the fuck did you call your parents at 4 am?

Remmy: Couldn’t sleep knowing I hadn’t held up my end of the deal. Figured it would be a great way to start their day

I chuckled.

Elliot: Ah, well I am going to try getting a little more sleep.

Remmy: sweet dreams! See you tomorrow evening!

I put my phone down and tried getting comfortable again. As much as I tried, I couldn’t fall back asleep. The couch wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep.

I sighed and looked over at Caleb on his bed. His bed was really comfortable and I really wanted to join him. Caleb cuddles were the best and he probably wouldn’t mind. If he did, he could just shove me off the bed.

I got off the couch and slowly approached the bed. I moved the blanket and laid down beside Caleb. He was on his side facing away from me and I faced him and wrapped my arm around him, holding him closer. He turned around in his sleep, scooted himself closer to me, and he rested his head on my chest over my heart. His legs tangled with mine, and I kissed the top of his head before wrapping my arms around him and falling back asleep.

Caleb’s wiggling woke me a bit later. I tightened my hold on him and buried my face in his neck. I was starting to drift off again when he wiggled again.

“Shh, stop wiggling,” I muttered and he huffed.

“Bitch, let go of me or I’ll pee on you,” he grumbled and I released him from my hold. I felt him quickly get out of bed and heard him leaving the room.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I had slept but when I woke up again, the sun was shining brightly through the window. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked around. The room was empty, but I could hear the faint sound of people downstairs.

I looked at the time on my phone and my eyes widened. It was 12:30 in the afternoon. Well, looks like I’m missing school today.

I slid out of Caleb’s bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After my shower I did my usual normal routine and grabbed some jeans and a t-shirt to wear. The jeans were black and were my most ripped pair. The rips were in the knees and lower thighs and were also my most comfortable pair. The shirt was just a simple white t-shirt.

I exited the room, walked down the stairs, and saw Atlas and Matt sitting in the dining room eating some lunch. I heard Caleb in the kitchen and went there.

When I saw him, my eyes widened and I looked him up and down. To be honest, his ass looked really good in his dark blue jeans, and I couldn’t stop the urge to grab his ass and squeeze it just a little. I didn’t, but I wanted to. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Fuck, where were these dirty thoughts coming from?

What surprised me was the hoodie he was wearing. He was wearing my black hoodie that I had gotten at a concert. The hoodie was baggy on him since he’s smaller than me, but it looked really good on him.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop staring at my ass?,” Caleb asked me with a sassy tone. He had one hand in his hip and was looking at me with an amused expression.

I slowly approached him and didn’t stop until he was backed against the counter.

“I apologize,” I started, “I just couldn’t stop myself from admiring how beautiful you look today.” I caressed his cheek and smirked when I noticed the blush on his face.

“Liar,” he turned away quickly to hide his blush.

I leaned against the counter and watched him as he moved around the kitchen. It looked like he was making chicken alfredo and it smelled amazing.

“This smells amazing! I didn’t know you could cook,” I said and grabbed a spoon to take a bite. He smacked my hand away before I could get a taste and I pouted.

“Yeah, my mom’s taught me a few things. I would have made something simpler for us for lunch, but this sounded better,” he answered with a shrug.

I noticed some bell peppers on a cutting board and went over to start cutting them.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, I’m assuming these are going in the alfredo, right?,” I asked and he nodded. “The least I can do is help.” He watched me as I grabbed the knife and began cutting the red and yellow bell peppers. I looked at him briefly and noticed the surprised look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just surprised you know how to do that correctly,” he responded and I chuckled. He was referring to how to hold the knife correctly, the correct hand position while cutting, and the proper way to cut the peppers.

I noticed a pan on the stove that was empty and turned it on so the pan could heat up. I tried my best to ignore his gaze as I sautéed the peppers and set them aside once they were finished. I finished the chicken while he cooked the pasta and made the alfredo sauce and added the peppers once it was all done. I looked at it and felt like something was missing. I looked in the refrigerator and saw some spinach. I grabbed some and added it to the chicken alfredo that was finished. I stirred it until the spinach was cooked into it and grabbed a spoon to taste it.

It tasted absolutely amazing. I got another spoonful and held it up to Caleb’s mouth. I blowed on it to cool it down and he took the bite when it wasn’t as hot. His eyes widened in surprise and I heard him let out a small moan at it’s deliciousness.

“Holy fuck, this is amazing,” he grabbed two bowls and put some in each. He grabbed another spoon and began eating immediately. He let out another moan and I tried to ignore him as I ate because every time he moaned, my dick twitched in my jeans and fantasies of us in bed filled my mind.

“Caleb, babe, I know it’s really good, but you really need to stop moaning,” he looked at me with an embarrassed look, a blush, and confusion in his eyes. “As much as I love hearing you moan, if you keep doing it, I might just jump you right here in this kitchen.”

I could see lust in his eyes, but he tried hiding it with a mischievous grin. He locked eyes with me, got a spoonful, and slowly ate the food. He let out another moan and I set down my bowl and spoon on the counter before rubbing my temples.

I tried thinking of gross things, but his moans kept me from focusing. God damnit.

I looked at him and saw him smirking.

“Sweetheart, you’re asking for trouble,” I said and walked a little closer. He put down his food as well and kept smirking at me.

“Maybe I want trouble,” he responded and bit his bottom lip.

Fuck.

I didn’t stop walking until he was pressed against the counter. His hands held onto the edge of the counter and I leaned closer to him as I rested my hands on his waist.

“You know, my clothes look really good on you,” I muttered as I leaned my face closer to his. Our lips were inches away now.

“Yeah? Maybe I should steal your clothes more often,” he looked down at my lips and I looked down at his.

We leaned closer until our lips were barely touching.

“So, what do you guys want to do today?,” Atlas interrupted and I begrudgingly pulled away.

As Atlas talked with Caleb about what we would do the rest of the day, I finished my food and tried to ignore the disappointment I felt. I’d never wanted to kiss someone as much as I wanted to kiss Caleb and I wondered if it was a good thing we were interrupted. I haven’t even told him my feelings for him yet, even though it’s probably very obvious now, and I wanted to do things right.

I didn’t want Caleb to just be a fling. I wanted to treat him the way he deserved to be treated and knew I had to talk to him about it all first. I didn’t want to fuck things up before it even began.

I was in the middle of washing the dishes when the thought of what my parents would think of this crossed my mind. I didn’t want to think about them and I knew their opinion didn’t matter because they wouldn’t accept me and they disowned me, but part of me wished I had their love and support. I wished they’d accept me for who I am, but I knew that would probably never happen.

All I could do was move forward from here.